ABSTRACT
Contemplating what comes after postmodernism we find ourselves like Walter Benjamin’s angel of history, inspired by Klee’s painting Angelus Novus. A violent storm blows from Paradise, irresistibly propelling the angel into the future to which his back is turned, while before him a pile of debris grows skyward; ‘This storm is what we call progress’ (Benjamin, 2003, p. 393). Likewise, the debris of past '-isms' grows skywards before us, piled upon with new post-, trans-, and post-posts that take shape against the background of what has come before them.
