and text from: Nocturne,
16mm film by
(B/W, sound, 1998)
and Karen Sullivan.
Cinematographer: Robert Fenz.
Marquis de Sade, Sheridan Le Fanu,
and The Helstrom Chronicle.
Birds fly overhead. Its winter and the trees have been
reduced to skeletons.
A fierce wind blows.
The woman struggles with the body of a dead man. She rolls
it across the lawn and into a hole, then she covers it with
The greatest human torment is the
impossibility of offending Nature. She even receives murder
The earth is rich and radiant with the microscopic evidence
Girls are like caterpillars while they live in the world,
to be butterflies when the summer comes but in the meantime
they are grubs and larvae. Dont you see -- each with
their peculiar propensities, necessities and
Flesh. The uncanny presence of the imagined. The eternal return.
Cycles of life and death. Nature and culture. The lived and
A spider spins her web.
The moon rises over the house.
The woman is haunted by the memory of the dead man.
He visits her at night.
Whenever you tell me your story it will be made up of
one great true romance.
The need to be ruined.
She sings herself to sleep with a lullaby.
He watches her sleep.
Curtains come alive with the breeze from an open window.
When I asked who the murderer might be, a voice told
me that it wasn't you.
TITLE: The Sleepwalker
At night, she wanders down a long empty corridor. The lover
suddenly appears and looms over her. They embrace. The whimpering
and crying turn to moans of passion. She cannot escape her
I came to know that the opposite of love is not hate,
but indifference, and the only true opposite of fantasy is
Night clouds gather. Birds cry. The wallpaper is old and discolored.
TITLE: Restless sleep
She dreams the lover into her bed. She caresses his inert
body and is comforted by his coldness.
Mechanical wind-up toys.
Shapes shift in the dark.
The lover is indistinguishable from a shadow, a branch creaking
against the side of the house, a candle snuffed out by the
At this moment, because I'm perverse, I'm telling myself:
without you I'm lost. And as soon as I need you, I imagine
His shadow at the window is alert and knowing.
What goes from one person to another when we laugh or
make love? Something lost in the instant, over as soon as
these mysterious moods I did not like my lover. I experienced
a strange tumultuous excitement that was pleasurable, ever
and anon, mingled with a vague sense of fear and disgust.
TITLE: The Double
She holds a knife, poised and ready to strike.
Ice forms on the surface of a pond.
The lovers body lies bloody on the floor.
The neighbor comes by and reads outloud a passage from an
old book while stroking her hair.
Must the diviner part of mankind be kept in chains
by the other? Ah, break those bonds; Nature wills it. Have
no other curb than your tastes, no other laws than those of
your own desires,
no more morality than that of Nature
Languish no more under those barbarous prejudices that
wither your charms and imprison the divine impulses of your
Weak voices off in the distance whimper and murmur.
She embraces him, raises the knife and plunges it deep into
I felt you most powerfully at the moment of your departure.
The proof that you were real was that when the time came,
you simply werent there for me.
I secretly always knew that you would escape me in the end,
so I tried to make your betrayal mine.