Originally published on my former blog: Gypsyscarlett Weblog on April 30, 2012
Originally published on my former blog: Gypsyscarlett Weblog on April 30, 2012
“Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.” ― Bram Stoker, Dracula
“Thus fortified I might take my rest in peace. But dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exists and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths.” ― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla
As I continue my study of The Bohemian Gothic Tarot deck, it occured to me that it would make sense to discuss the cards in some chronological order. However, since I’m not at all a linear thinker, that idea was quickly eschewed in favor of a more instinctive bent. Hence, I’ll just be writing about whichever card strikes my fancy. And on this new moon, it is:
Nine of Swords
keyowrds: Nightmares. Visions. Terrors of the mind. Delusions. Phobias and hysteria. Fear of going mad.
Brings to my mind the works of Poe and Jackson. The artistic horrors of Bava and Argento.
Reflections on the card: While certainly most would consider this a negative card (and in many aspects it is), it also invokes in me a singular excitement. No doubt because dreams and nightmares often fuel my own stories.
“I delight in what I fear,” Shirley Jackson once said. Her Eleanor vance could have posed for this card.
We all have fears. They can control us, or we can turn them into our own works of art.
Alexander Scriabin’s Black Mass (Piano Sonata no. 9)
There are films you see as a child, which although the name of it is long forgotten to you, fragments of scenes, the way it crawled under your skin, remain intact. And years later, you are flicking the channels when you come across that seem bony hand, those same drops of water. “This was that movie,” you say.
Directed by the sublime Mario Bava (Black Sunday, Kill Baby Kill), Black Sabbath was a 1963 Italian horror trilogy. Its original title, I tre volte della paura ( The three Faces of Fear) consists of one, “The Telephone” in which a woman named Rosy, beset by terrifying phone calls, fears the ex-pimp she helped put away, is out now, seeking revenge. Second, “The Wurdalak”, in which a woman loses her child to a vampire. This story set in 19th century Russia is exceptionally haunting and beautifully filmed. Yet it is perhaps the third one, that remains most memorable to any who saw it:
“A Drop of Water”
Everyone knows not to steal from the dead. Except, evidently, Victorian Nurse Helen Chester. While dressing the body of a deceased patient, she slips a saphire ring off the corpse’s finger. The deed done, she knocks over a glass of water, its contents spilling onto the floor. A fly attacks her face.
Pulling herself together, she continues her work.
Once finished with the assignment, she returns home to her apartment. Ready to rewind and relax for the evening, her plans are hindered by the buzzing of flies, and the tip-tapping of water. And then there is that face. That face. And those hands. . .
From youtube, in the Original Italian: (don’t worry, you don’t need to speak the language to understand what is happening)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5URt0IDd84 (part one)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7WYuBHz2Jg (part two)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHotHCMSEdc (part three)