Dreaming of a New Day

ich kehrte gern zuruck,
denn bleb ich auch lebendige Zeit,
ich hatte wenig Gluck.
    - Gerhard Scholem, "Gruss vom Angelus"

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 catstrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon 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 from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This 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, IX "Theses on the Philosophy of History", Illuminations


So... I've been constantly in and out. It's a bit crazy [the relatively good kind though] around here. Apartment searching is... difficult. *HUGS* I hope you are all well.

"The one thing which we seek with insatiable desire is to forget ourselves, to be surprised out of our propriety, to lose our sempiternal memory and to do something without knowing how or why; in short to draw a new circle. Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. The way of life is wonderful; it is by abandonment" (E1 321).

~Emerson as quoted by Susan Howe in "These Flames and Generations of the Heart: Emily Dickinson and the Illogic of Sumptuary Values"