新天使
我的双翅已振作欲飞
我的心却徘徊不前
如果我再不决断
我的好运将一去不回
——盖哈尔德·舒勒姆
保罗·克利的《新天使》画的是一个天使看上去正要由他入神注视的事物离去。他凝视着前方，他的嘴微张，他的翅膀张开了。人们就是这样描绘历史天使的。他的脸朝着过去。在我们认为是一连串事件的地方，他看到的是一场单一的灾难。这场灾难堆积着尸骸，将它们抛弃在他的面前。天使想停下来唤醒死者，把破碎的世界修补完整。可是从天堂吹来了一阵风暴，它猛烈地吹击着天使的翅膀，以至他再也无法把它们收拢。这风暴无可抗拒地把天使刮向他背对着的未来，而他面前的残垣断壁却越堆越高，直逼天际。这场风暴就是我们所称的进步。
IX
My wing is ready for flight,
I would like to turn back.If I stayed timeless time,
I would have little luck.
Mein Flügel ist zum Schwung bereit,
ich kehrte gern zurück,
denn blieb ich auch lebendige Zeit,
ich hätte wenig Glück.
Gerherd Scholem,
'Gruss vom Angelus'
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.
德文原文
http://www.comlink.de/cl-hh/m.blumentritt/benjamin.htm
我的心却徘徊不前
如果我再不决断
我的好运将一去不回
——盖哈尔德·舒勒姆
保罗·克利的《新天使》画的是一个天使看上去正要由他入神注视的事物离去。他凝视着前方，他的嘴微张，他的翅膀张开了。人们就是这样描绘历史天使的。他的脸朝着过去。在我们认为是一连串事件的地方，他看到的是一场单一的灾难。这场灾难堆积着尸骸，将它们抛弃在他的面前。天使想停下来唤醒死者，把破碎的世界修补完整。可是从天堂吹来了一阵风暴，它猛烈地吹击着天使的翅膀，以至他再也无法把它们收拢。这风暴无可抗拒地把天使刮向他背对着的未来，而他面前的残垣断壁却越堆越高，直逼天际。这场风暴就是我们所称的进步。
IX
My wing is ready for flight,
I would like to turn back.If I stayed timeless time,
I would have little luck.
Mein Flügel ist zum Schwung bereit,
ich kehrte gern zurück,
denn blieb ich auch lebendige Zeit,
ich hätte wenig Glück.
Gerherd Scholem,
'Gruss vom Angelus'
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.
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德文原文
http://www.comlink.de/cl-hh/m.blumentritt/benjamin.htm
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