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Published on Apr 22, 2011

NicoNote presents: FEVER 103°
Performance dedicated to Sylvia Plath
voice, records, laptop

Music by NicoNote, Mikael Plunian , And, M.a.s Collective, Henry Purcell, Tuxedomoon, Luigi Tenco, Elvis Presley, Robert Schumann , Andrea Felli , Stefano Greppi, FM Lab, Violet Eves and others
Lyrics by Sylvia Plath, NicoNote, William Shakespeare, Nahum Tate, Heinrich Heine , Louise Labè and others

"i am too pure for you and everyone."
Sylvia Plath

Video captation thanks to Flo at Mulino Di Amleto (Italy december 2009)


Fever 103° it's the title of a lyric by Sylvia Plath

Fever 103°

Pure? What does it mean?
The tongues of hell
Are dull, dull as the triple

Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus
Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable
Of licking clean

The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin.
The tinder cries.
The indelible smell

Of a snuffed candle!
Love, love, the low smokes roll
From me like Isadora's scarves, I'm in a fright

One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel.
Such yellow sullen smokes
Make their own element. They will not rise,

But trundle round the globe
Choking the aged and the meek,
The weak

Hothouse baby in its crib,
The ghastly orchid
Hanging its hanging garden in the air,

Devilish leopard!
Radiation turned it white
And killed it in an hour.

Greasing the bodies of adulterers
Like Hiroshima ash and eating in.
The sin. The sin.

Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.

Three days. Three nights.
Lemon water, chicken
Water, water make me retch.

I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern ----

My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.

Does not my heat astound you. And my light.
All by myself I am a huge camellia
Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.

I think I am going up,
I think I may rise ----
The beads of hot metal fly, and I, love, I

Am a pure acetylene
Attended by roses,

By kisses, by cherubim,
By whatever these pink things mean.
Not you, nor him.

Not him, nor him
(My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats)
To Paradise.

NicoNote Dream Action
Contacts Céline Bouteloup
Cell: + 33 (0) 6 99 33 85 01
e-mail: diffusion.niconote@gmail.com

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