Friday, March 10, 2006 @3/10/2006 01:47:00 am
the importance of being earnest is a play of mistaken identity, full of amusing paradoxes, irritating characters and the sophisticated wit of someone who’s been dead for nearly a century and oscar wilde was a homosexual who spent his days buggering men half his age
it kinda makes you wonder where he get the inspiration to write this story from..
mebe it was:
mr.wilde writing the play and suddenly
"aiyak. writer's block just came and bit me on the bum. *insert preferred profanity here*"
"i need sex now or i'll never finish this story"
then he picks a pretty boy or two from his harem, located at the basement of his ridiculously large mansion.
several hours later of hot passionate wild rugged sex in the purest form later, he said
"owh! i've found you, sweet inspiration"
no paradoxes or hypocrisy included.
probably wouldn't have survived mr wilde's carnal activities.
or the sight of his chest hair (that is if he had any) .
actually he's quite a pitiful man.
charged for committing acts of gross indecency.
so much for being a closet gay.
owh, and he was seeing a Lord Alfred Douglas who was 16 years younger
when the importance of being earnest was first opened
very 0_o
wonder if this Lord Douglas look anything like boyd holbrook.
mmmmm......
from the first trial of oscar wilde:
Prosecutor Charles Gill asked,
"What is 'the Love that dare not speak its name'?"
(referring to Two Loves by Lord Alfred Douglas)
Wilde's response drew a loud applause--and a few hisses:
"The love that dare not speak its name" in this century is such a great affection of an elder for a younger man as there was between David and Jonathan, such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michelangelo and Shakespeare. It is that deep, spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It dictates and pervades great works of art like those of Shakespeare and Michelangelo, and those two letters of mine, such as they are. It is in this century misunderstood, so much misunderstood that it may be described as the "Love that dare not speak its name," and on account of it I am placed where I am now. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it. It is intellectual, and it repeatedly exists between an elder and a younger man, when the elder man has intellect, and the younger man has all the joy, hope and glamour of life before him. That it should be so the world does not understand. The world mocks it and sometimes puts one in the pillory for it.
pri: a very amusing trial in a disturbing way.
While spending 2 years in prison, Mr. W had wrote De Profundis.
spent years travelling Europe and finally died in Paris.
pity, meh.
"All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death, and three times I have been tried. The first time I left the box to be arrested, the second time to be led back to the house of detention, and the third time to pass into prison for two years. Society as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.”
[Oscar Wilde, De Profundis]