Sylvia Plath: O.R.G.A.N.I.Q.U.E

Performance Poetic danced

Pure? What does that mean?
This is my death number three
My body like a pebble
I’m a letter, I steal
I am free
This is my death number three
These are my hands,
Here are my knees
White flakes, alveoli
On my eyes, my mouth, my hair
To look at my scars you have to pay
This is my death number three
I’m leaving this skin
How far is it? how far is it?
Pure? What does that mean?
Sylvia Plath [excerpts from Ariel]
The poetic brilliance of Sylvia Plath. Her singularity to be in the world.
His words. My dance.
This quest for freedom that binds us together.
An organic solo to accompany his crossing in the Arbres d'Hiver.