Wednesday, January 04, 2006


Lachrymae (2000) by Brian L. Frye; 16mm, color, silent, 3 minutes.

"... and yet of that living breathing throng, not one will be encased in a material frame. A company of ghosts, playing to spectral music. So may the luminous larvae of the Elysian fields have rehearsed earth's well beloved scenes to the exiled senses of Pluto's Queen." -- W.K.L. Dickson.

Fireflies dancing at dusk in the Marble Cemetary across the street from Anthology Film Archives in the East Village, New York City.

"Brian Frye's Lachrymae is a film poem in which the light of fireflies functions as a tiny miracle." -- Fred Camper.

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