Archaic Torso of Apollo: Galactic: Hey Na Na

Friday, March 23, 2012

Galactic: Hey Na Na

Seeing this live at The Park West with B was one of the most euphoric live concert moments of my life. A vast room of people losing their freaking minds. Wow. I just got goosebumps remembering it. They are. Just. Too. Damn. Good.

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About Archaic Torso of Apollo

As a public service, to save you paging back to the very first post of this blog, here is the poem from which the blog draws its name, in case you did not already know that (and I am sure you did):

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.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Archaic Torso of Apollo

Friday, March 23, 2012

Galactic: Hey Na Na

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