WHOA, Lordy. This is Oscar Wilde‘s last prose piece, written in jail before his death. And it‘s an absolutely SCATHING break up letter to the man who helped send him there so far.
It‘s breaking my heart though because these feelings are real and relatable and in true Wilde fashion, said with a finely sharpened edge.
Thankful I‘m not living in a place where same sex love equals jail right now.
"With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?"
New to litsy and will post a bio later, but I wanted to share the little reminder I start with each day. :)
#dailyreminder #dailymantra #oscarwilde
Because today is today I am going to go ahead and recommend you the reading of one of the best books I ever read. "De profundis" by Oscar Wilde. I read it when I was too young to understand many things yet. Reading this book when you are young open doors and worlds. Re reading them after years, it is compulsory. It feels different, still great.
Another good one from one of my favorite works, in anticipation of my upcoming return to my beloved Europe. My life wouldn't be the adventure that it is without my voracious passion for travel. I've always felt that good old Wilde would have been my literary best friend--the eccentric, beautiful, and misunderstood aesthete ♡
Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain.