- "Pure? What does it mean? - The tongues of hell are dull, dull as the triple - - tongues of dull, fat Cerberus who wheezes at the gate. Incapable of licking clean - - the aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. The tender 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 golden beaten skin indefinitely 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 virgin 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." - - - SYLVIA PLATH, 'Fever 103 Degrees' - 20 October 1962. - - - ANDY WARHOL, 'Red Explosion', 1963. Daros Collection. A part of a special installation at the Fondation Beyeler in Basel of the works by Andy Warhol from the Daros Collection, Zurich - they own the foremost Warhol collection in private hands. 'Red Explosion' is considered by Warhol experts to be his greatest work - the ultimate 'Death and Disas