Archaic Torso of Apollo

We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,

gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.

Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast's fur:

would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.

It was an interesting film, quite moving. I'm not sure why it doesn't get more attention... well, his other strongly Bergman-esque film, Interiors, doesn't get talked about much, either.

I've been feeling unwell all week and came home early yesterday, admittedly after a very early start, and took today off. I've basically been laid up, sleeping, clicking through Google Reader, and watching movies. What started as a generic cold / sinus headache thing seems to have added this weird pain in my stomach. I made myself sick by taking some ibuprofen on an empty stomach on Tuesday, but geez... I shouldn't be experiencing after effects at this point, should I?

Forget it, Pete. Watch Chinatown.