
I saw this Paul Klee drawing on Tumblr this morning with the title, Dance of Horror, and made a quick joke about Walter Benjamin that’s stuck with me since.
What world, what art, what philosophical view of history, what understanding of humanity, might have emerged if Benjamin had been fixated on a different Klee: Dance of Horror instead of Angelus Novus? What if, instead of a theory about The Angel of History with rubble piling at its feet, he spun out a theory about the apocalyptic footfalls of The Dancer of Horror?
Dance of Horror is the literal translation of the title, Tanzt Entsetzen, which is German for Danse Macabre, the Dance of Death, a 15th century European Christian allegorical convention using an array of dancing skeletons to depict the universality of death. I’d imagined Benjamin sitting in the dark in his hotel room in Portbou, muttering, “the Horror, the Horror,” like Brando’s Col. Kurtz. But maybe this danse macabre drawing would have led instead to some recognition, if not resignation, to the fate we’ll all eventually share.
Trying to find the original work—which turns out to be in the MFA Boston, the Googleverse of Paul Klee is an roiling sea of canvas print sludge—did lead me to this, though:

This feels much closer to Angelus Novus in so many ways beyond its visual similarity. It’s around the same time, made with a similar oil transfer process, and a similar layered construction. The main figure in a tunic and headpiece floats—or dances, I guess—above the ground, where a skeleton stands next to a piano with a candelabrum, a menorah? on top. It reads as much as a sultan as a rabbi, or an Orthodox priest, which seems even less likely than a sultan, tbh. Klee wrote the magnificent title along the ground, as part of the image, though it was reinscribed as a caption on the mount. Dance, you monster, to my soft song!In a 1980 lecture Ernst Gombrich interpreted it as Klee controlling the spirits his art has drawn forth. What might Benjamin have made of it?

I guess I wonder what alternate art historical and critical universes might have spun out of different Klees because I am still processing the revelations by artist R.H. Quaytman and art historian Annie Bourneuf. They show, respectively, how little seen and understood Angelus Novus the artwork was, and how convoluted and precarious the development and dissemination of Benjamin’s Angel of History has been.
It remains a baffling mystery to me how Angelus Novus inspired Benjamin in the first place. If the angel flappings its inspirational wings in Germany a hundred years ago had instead been a levitating monster or a jazz hands skeleton, where might we be now?
Previously, very related: R.H. Quaytman, Paul Klee & Martin Luther Walk Into A Bar