ON SEEING AN ARCHAIC TORSO OF APOLLO After Rilke No one will ever know this legendary head, its marble eyes rounded like grapes; yet the torso glows as if an ancient lamp was lit inside; and the vanquished smile still electrifies down to the dark centre of his genitals. Without the quanta of these energies how could stone glisten and gleam like the pelt of a wild animal? Or how could it strike the lurching self with such a radiance of light? Now there is no place which does not see you. You must change your life.2_who_is.html
 
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