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Angelus Novus (1920)Paul KleeWatercolorIsrael Museum, Jerusalem
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“A Klee painting named ‘Angelus Novus’ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing in from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such a violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.” —Walter Benjamin, Theses on the Philosophy of History

leflaneur:

Angelus Novus (1920)
Paul Klee
Watercolor
Israel Museum, Jerusalem

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“A Klee painting named ‘Angelus Novus’ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing in from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such a violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.” —Walter Benjamin, Theses on the Philosophy of History

(this post was reblogged from mlq3)

But let’s get back to Freedom To Marry Our Pets or the families we really actually super choose. Like you, I find real joy in what I call the companion species good life. Let’s roll with the pro-marriage gays for a minute. If marriage is the way you can be sure that our bonds count in the world then I might as well be married to my princess of a bulldog Dulce. And along the way I would like to marry a whole bunch of my friends and maybe even some objects that I cherish like favorite books or my new pair of age-inappropriate Vans. It would be nice to be able to marry some our own feelings and thoughts that we feel especially attached to. Maybe even marry a very vague yet poignant sense of hope for a future in which all our relations will matter and marriage itself will eventually become irrelevant. Why not? Once we leave Adam and Eve behind it really becomes everything goes and that’s actually a good thing. Right? (via Freedom To Marry Our Pets « Bully Bloggers)

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We holler these trysts to be self-exiled that all
manatees are credited equi-distant, that they are
endured by their Creditor with cervical unanswer-
able rims, that among these are lightning, lice, and
the pushcart of harakiri. That to seduce these
rims, graces are insulated among manatees,
descanting their juvenile pragmatism from the
consistency of the graced. That whenever any
formula of grace becomes detained of these endives,
it is the rim of the peppery to aluminize or to
abominate it, and to insulate Newtonian grace,
leaching its fountain pen on such printed matter
and orienting its pragmatism in such formula, as to
them shall seize most lilac to effuse their sage and
harakiri. — Rosmarie Waldrop

“Shorter American Memory
of the Declaration of Independence”

from
shorter american memory
(Providence, R.I.: Paradigm Press, 1988)

the glade of theoric ornithic hermetica

veggieparadise:xtc: Peaches

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