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It’s 4am I’m bored and feeling feral so here’s a conversation I had with my friend the other day that haunts me
Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
Oscar Wilde(The Picture of Dorian Gray)
Remembering these beauties from school.
Not platonic, not romantic, but a secret third thing (the tragedy of a friendship so colored by romance)
My favorite thing ever is Dorian going "Women are so emotional" In the very same chapter that he flung himself onto a sofa, collapsed onto a chair, sobbed, and believed himself to be going insane.
the picture of dorian gray // oscar wilde
when oscar wilde wrote “there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands” i felt that
Oscar Wilde saying his favourite poetess was Sappho was gay/lesbian solidarity
The more I learn about Oscar Wilde, the more I feel like we would have been besties.
maturing is realizing i am EXACTLY like other girls. my life was built by musical theatre, i have a 12 hour playlist consisting of mostly laufey and tv girl, i had (and honestly still have) an obsession with shadow the hedgehog starting at age 12, i love wolverine to bits, i’m currently reading the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde, my google docs consist mostly of my own poetry, i love taking photos, and i yearn for human connection
"A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing." - Oscar Wilde
But I read this fantastic article that pretty much said the opposite, so I'm torn between a 19th century gay romantic or a Scottish philosopher.
Oh to be a heroine in a Jane Austen novel
My Favorite Cult.
Doriririan Gray
Since everyone wants to see the connections between The Portrait of Dorian Gray and Izaya Orihara even though his favourite quote is from Lady Windermere I decided to keep that in mind while reading the book and my conclusions are:
Dorian Gray: Mikado Ryugamine
Basil Hallward: Masaomi Kida
Lord Henry: Izaya (BECAUSE NEITHER OF THEM EVER SHUT UP)
Guys, Netflix is going to make a modern day adaptation of Dorian Gray and they're making Basil and Dorian brothers
‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ book review
‘The picture of Dorian Gray’ is literally a masterpiece. I was thrilled to read this novel. Surely it is the best work of Wilde. It is a different kind of novel. The story is fascinating.
Dorian Gray is the lead character of the novel. He himself is the hero and the villain. He is a young, charismatic chap who can’t help loving himself. Here narcissism is seen in Dorian Gray’s character. Being an over narcissist, Dorian also becomes totally self-absorbed eventually. He becomes wicked day by day and it all happens because of the change in the portrait of his which was drawn by one of his best mate.
The words of this novel are very strong and hypnotic. They make you forget the world you belong to and take you right to the Victorian era. The novel is full of great literary references and is explained in an artistic way which is different from the usual.
I really loved the ending. It was like there could not be any perfect ending except for Dorian’s demise. I definitely recommend everyone to read this masterpiece at least once.
Dorian Gray after one (1) conversation with Lord Henry
Dorian Gray's the type of person who goes around calling himself a "social media influencer" after getting more than 10 likes on Instagram.
the first 10 likes were all Basil
You know how I know that AI will never be able to create like a human? Whether that be painting or writing or film-making?
Because no computer, no algorithm, no matter how good, can tell a story like a human can.
Shakespeare wrote his most famous tragedies from the mire of grief from losing his son to the plague. Oscar Wilde's "A Picture of Dorian Gray" had such overtly homosexual themes that the book was literally used against him when he was on trial. The shock and horror of 9/11 inspired My Chemical Romance to come together and capture the sense of disillusionment of young people at the time. Hozier today writes his songs expressing what it means to be an increasingly fascist world while still holding an enduring love of humanity. Arthur Miller wrote "The Crucible" using the witch hunts as a thinly veiled allegory to criticize McCarthyism in the 50s, a play that did, in fact have him persecuted for "contempt of congress". An entire period of Picasso's art was noticeably influenced by the suicide of his friend, but he also had other works that were inspired by his various love affairs.
If you still think AI could eventually create like that, you're missing the point. You think it's about skill, you think it's just about craft. We're aware that AI can learn any skill, excel at craft. But a story isn't the words you use, or the events that happened; a story is the person that tells it and the beauty they felt that they share with you when you experience the art. Because art itself isnt about the perfection of its presentation, its the messiness of the human experience. Your AI has no life, it has no story, it can make as many esthetically pleasing works as you want, but it cannot make art.
making basil and dorian siblings in the netflix adaptation is just… offensive. the picture of dorian gray was literally used in court to incriminate oscar wilde of homosexuality
netflix how are you going to explain this
"It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors."
- Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
I find it shameful that everyone talks about Oscar Wilde but no one ever uses his full name
A Love Letter to History
(if you could call it that)
On a cold January morning in 1914, James Joyce published the first part of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. In that very part, on a similarly cold morning just after Christmas Break, Stephen Dedalus stood huddled with other Clongowes students and watched the snow moulding itself around their boots, wondering what made Simon Moonan and Tusker Boyle, in all their ordinariness, kiss in the square.
Napoleon Bonaparte was not born Napoleon Bonaparte. He was born Napoleon Buonaparte. Napoleon Buonaparte was not born in France, but he was born French enough. Of course, they’ve forgotten that by now. They often aren’t allowed to remind themselves, either.
There is very little to say about Fahrenheit 451 that it has not already said about itself. Any review of it is only ever a paraphrasing of some chapter or other, intentionally or otherwise. In the past twenty years, it has been banned at least ten times in the US alone. I imagine censoring a book about censorship gave many people the opportunity to pat themselves on the back. Unfortunately, their intentions, however malevolent, are misplaced. In the book, the people are on the side of banning books. There is no oppression, and no need for revolution. The bars caging a mind are not so easy to topple. The guillotine falls over an empty basket, and symbolism overflows from an empty cup. There is nothing to overthrow when the fault lies with time.
History. What a heavy word.
Christopher Marlow was excommunicated by the Church, and so was one of Shakespeare’s daughters. It is claimed that he based Ophelia off of his wife. I wonder why.
Five years after that day in the square, Stephen Dedalus refused to back down from his claim of Byron’s brilliance. Words like 'blasphemous' and 'irreligious' pooled around his feet. He cupped his hands in the water and lapped it up. Everything I write now contains some shred of Stephen’s name. I wonder why.
Why is a muse called a muse? To muse is to think, to think deeply. Is a muse’s job to be a conductor of thought? Must all thought be equivalent to love? Why does the word smell like the thickest honey? Why does it sit so heavily on my tongue?
Icarus never meant to fall. If he raced toward the sun, it was only to prove that he could. And he was never on fire. Oh, he burned, alright — the melting wax made sure of it. Did he grasp at the feathers as they came free from the harness? Did he watch them drifting towards the sea? Did he notice anything happening at all? For a moment, a brief, shining moment, the sun was neither hope nor doom, but triumph.
I never could write anything on either the 31st or the 1st. There is something about endings, and something about beginnings. The sun dawned the same on New Year’s Day, but at the stroke of midnight, my phone sang like I lived my whole life before the first light.
Fifteen years after that day in the square, Stephen Dedalus parted with Cranly, unafraid of being alone,
“— and not have any one person who would more than a friend, more even than the noblest and truest friend a man ever had.”
“Of whom are you speaking?” Stephen asked at length.
Cranly did not answer.
They met again, and sixteen years after Oscar’s death, James Joyce retraced his name in “Wilde’s love that dare not speak its name” in a book I have yet to read.
It’s funny how they ban books written centuries ago. Congratulations, Ronald, a pre-industrialization schoolmaster had a broader mind than yours. A clod of dirt shifts as Shakespeare turns in his grave.
History. What a heavy word. I used to think we owed it something.
YES THANK YOU TO THE PERSON WHO LIKED THAT POST
i would have shared it anyhow but here:
John Keats is a smash, lord Byron is a smash. Sappho’s a pass only because she’s a chick. If I liked chicks she’d be a smash. But titties are gross. So pass. Edgar Allen poe is a smash but only if you give me enough liquor to forget how much his hairline’s receding. Walt Whitman is a pass, Langston Hughes is a pass. Percy Shelley’s a smash but William Wordsworth is a pass. William Shakespeare is a pass. William Butler Yeats is a smash. T.S. Elliot is a pass. if you give me a shot or two of courage Oscar Wilde is a smash. more because of personality than looks. but i was also talking to my roommate that if given the chance i'd make a WONDERFUL lover to Oscar. i'd treat that man so good. Dante and Milton are both passes. Federico García Lorca is a S M A S H. Thoreau is a pass. E.E. Cummings is a smash but only until his like early 30’s. young robert frost is a smash.
My top three hottest from this list are Keats, Wilde, and Lorca, but Keats is only the top because, in my opinion, John is a more moanable name than Oscar. This is what I did instead of paying attention in my intro to lit and film class and working on my American censorship speech for Tuesday.
Oscar Wilde
- Oscar Wilde
there are a great deal too many books of which I have discovered for there to be only twenty-four hours in a day…far to little time I say
