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[bxonaparte]

         "You know,                we poor artists have to show ourselves in society                                        from time to time,                        just to remind the public that we are not                                                                                 savages.”

[wiilde]

‘ burning it all to the ground & force them to start again. they made you lose everything. now return the favor. ’

мємє | αccєptíng

    “ Such  hatred  in  your  words ! Can  a  woman  truly  have  such  rage  in  her  dainty  heart ? I  would  not  have  believed  it  until  this  moment. Forgive  me , madame. I  am  of  many  inclinations , but  vengeance  is  not  one  of  them. Revenge  brings  satisfaction  to  the  less  enlightened. The  more  DEBASED  the  people , the  more  willing  they  are  to  commit  such  atrocities. Me , I  never  thought  it  necessary  to  return  hate  in  kind. In  fact , I  regularly  return  it  in  kindness. “

    At  the  end  of  his  days  in  Paris , the  playwright  found  himself  struggling  to  keep  himself  in  good  health. What  he  lacked  in  vitality , however , he  made  up  a  tenfold  in  spirit , often  trying  to  see  a  positive  outlook  in  even  the  most  dire  of  situations. No , he  had  no  hate  for  those  who  sent  him  to  prison , as  it  was  simply  not  in  his  nature. He  would  much  rather  forgive  them  many  times  over , excusing  their  actions  in  any  way  he  could. 

[wiilde]

❛ in applause there is always a kind of noise ❜

мємє | αccєptíng

    “ But  you  would  be  wrong  to  think  that  it  is  merely  noise , Basil. Come , I  know  that  you  are  no  performing  artist , but  that  thunderous  applause  after  each  performance , that  satisfaction  of  knowing  that  the  reflection  of  your  heart  and  soul  is  received  well  by  the  very  people  you  admire , it  is , at  least  for  me , very  humbling. Can  you  not  imagine  it ? The  standing  ovation , the  wide  smiles  of  the  audience.  Yes , perhaps  you  are  right  that  there  is  noise  in  applause , but  one  must  have  the  maturity  to  know  that  such  a  noise  has  meaning. It  is  the  most  primal  way  for  humans  to  express  their  delight. “

[theexiledoverlord]

I can’t belive I actually did it.

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send ⚛ for a starter where our muses are human depictions of one of the Seven Deadly Sins

[wiilde]

{ Basil } :

   Sleepy sun poured into the room through curtains half-drawn and beyond them the garden moved gently in the breeze. Fatigue rested upon London and though there was a certain urgency to the playwright’s words, the painter oft found himself preoccupied with thoughts of his own. Between his brows settled a line, and nostalgia colored his eyes dull and darker where he stood with his hand resting on his chest without ever realising it. Dorian Gray was far from him now, yet still his presence weighed on him so heavily as did the mere sound of his name in the other’s words.

   “A wealthy client ! ” Almost scandalised was he by such reduction of his beloved boy’s character. Hallward barely noted that the other had lit up a cigarette until the odour reached him gentle as the ambiance of the vacant studio. For it was indeed vacant, now months from finishing that fateful portrait, weeks since it has suffered Dorian’s last visit. “You misunderstand me, my friend. Or you simply are unwilling to listen. What I meant to say was, be it your doing or fate’s, our first meeting and what ensued was all as I wanted and could not hope for. I could not complain for the abundance of muse I have had by my side, nor would it be right of me to do so. What passed between us now, however, is between me and Dorian. Really, Oscar, you mustn’t blame yourself. I am sure Dorian doesn’t.”

    “ So  what  I  have  done  then , Basil , was  a  favour  to  you ? I  must  say , during  all  the  years  I  have  known  you , I  do  not  believe  that  you  were  even  thankful , even  for  a  moment , for  anything  I  have  done  for  you. Please , I  beg  that  you  do  not  take  this  the  wrong  way. I  don’t  expect compensation  for  anything  that  may  or  may  not   have  happened  in  the  past. I  am  merely . . . SURPRISED. For  years , you  droned  on  and  on  of  how  boring  the  muses  in  London  were. Now , here  I  find  this  charming  man , who  has  wronged  you  in  such  a  way , and  you  still  claim  him  to  be  the  most  wonderful  man  you  have  ever  painted ? Forgive  me  if  I  sound  suspicious  or  wary , but  I  have  every  right  to  believe  that  you  have  some  sort  of  feelings  for  him. “

    In  the  dreary  atmosphere  of  the  half-lit  drawing  room , Wilde  seemed  to  find  comfort  in  the  silence  and  simplicity  of  it  all. Though  he  would  be  the  first  to  admit  that  he oft  made  things  more  complicated  for  " ART’S  SAKE “ , there  was  something  about  the  lack  of  effort  entirely  that  was  also  appealing. As  he  lounged  in  the  chair , watching  the  smoke  from his  cigarette  unfurl  into  the  dusty  air , forming  shapes  deemed perfect  by  God  Himself , the  playwright  found  himself  drifting  into  thought.  Despite  the  matter  at  hand  no  doubt  being  serious  enough  that  it  required  Wilde’s  immediate  presence , the  young  man  seemed  almost  disconnected  from  that  reality. Instead , he  was  in  his  own , in  a  world  with  nothing  but  his  corner  of  the  room  and  a  cigarette. 

[tychememes-blog]

taken from the book  ‘ the gay science ’  by friedrich nietzsche

❛ their whole nature fails to persuade ❜ ❛ they have never remained silence about any of their good deeds ❜ ❛ he always carries a biscuit for cerberus ❜ ❛ either we have no dreams or our dreams are interesting ❜ ❛ let those who have ears, hear ❜ ❛ before the effect one believes in different causes than one does afterward ❜ ❛ anyone with a very loud voice is almost incapable of thinking subtleties ❜ ❛ the purpose of punishment is to improve those who punish ❜ ❛ the sacrificial animal does not share the spectators’ ideas about sacrifice ❜ ❛ our eyes are also intended for hearing ❜ ❛ the mistrustful speak empathetically ❜ ❛ how can one constantly admire without constantly feeling contempt? ❜ ❛ is that not a blasphemy against your ideal? ❜ ❛ in applause there is always a kind of noise ❜ ❛ they are running away from people ❜ ❛ one hears only those questions for which one is able to find answers ❜ ❛ they know how to make things simpler than they are ❜ ❛ this is by all means a matter of taste, nothing more ❜ ❛ i’d sooner have people steal from me than be surrounded by scarecrows & hungry looks ❜ ❛ thoughts are the shadows of our feelings ❜ ❛ all voices sound different in solitude ❜ ❛ who has had the most convincing eloquence so far? ❜ ❛ i spoil the taste of their party for everyone ❜ ❛ some people need open enemies ❜ ❛ they are in a bad way ❜ ❛ we are always only in our own company ❜ ❛ in a moment they will be ready with a lie ❜ ❛ in the end one finds more than one might have wished ❜ ❛ why not be defeated some time too? ❜ ❛ all is lost if we fall ❜ ❛ you have no idea what you are living through ❜ ❛ to have a virtue one must really wish to have it in its most brutal form ❜ ❛ happiness is not nearly so contagious a disease ❜ ❛ even one’s thoughts cannot reproduce entirely in words ❜ ❛ there is no selflessness in my soul ❜ ❛ you are beyond all embarrassment ❜ ❛ i do not want to have people imitate my example ❜ ❛ no victor believes in chance ❜ ❛ what we do is never understood ❜ ❛ those who have greatness are cruel to their virtues ❜ ❛ with a great goal one is superior even to justice ❜ ❛ you shall become the person you are ❜ ❛ what do you love in others? ❜ ❛ i still live, i still think ❜ ❛ we were friends and have become estranged ❜ ❛ few people have faith in themselves ❜ ❛ there is yet another world to be discovered — and more than one ❜ ❛ at the very bottom of my soul i feel grateful to all my misery ❜ ❛ i have given a name to my pain ❜ ❛ one must learn to love ❜

[timbllr]

[henrywotton]

I’m not sure whether or not the photo of a 15 year old Oscar Wilde is real (third picture on the top row) but as compared to these other photos it certainly seems plausible? It doesn’t really clash with the progression as it appears without that picture.

[wiilde]

Discourse commenced here.  @flatteredhim

    “ Believe me , Basil , I  am  more  than  willing  to  take  full  responsibility  for  this. I  know  you , and  I  also  know  that  you  would  sooner  place  the  blame  on  yourself , or fate , as  you  say , before  anyone  else. You  needn’t  waste  an  ounce  more  of  your  breath. I  have  only  come  to  extend  my  deepest  apologies  for  what  transpired. You  must  know  my  original  intentions - they  were  to  merely  acquaint  you  with  a  wealthy  client ! Of  course , I  do  believe  I’d  be  lying  if  I  were  to  say  that  his  looks  had  nary  a  part  in  it. “

    The  clearly-distraught  author  pulled  at  his  petticoat  before  he  moved  it  out  of  the  way  of  his  backside  to  take  a  seat , massaging  a  furrowed  brow  with  fingered  that  were  so  meticulously  manicured. Out  of  habit , Wilde  reached  for  a  cigarette  in  a  rather  fruitless  attempt  to  calm  himself , instead  only  adding  to  his  anxiety. Though  Dorian  Gray  was  indeed  a  handsome  man , and  Wilde  was  all  too  familiar  with  Basil’s  inclinations , he  had  never  expected  the  artist  to  bemuddle  his  brain  with  romantic  thoughts  of  the  dandy. It  was  all  too  outlandish. In  any  case , Dorian  lacked  true  culture , an  appreciation  for  art. Wilde  figured  that  the  pair  would  never  truly  see  eye  to  eye ,  but  at  that  moment  it  became  wholeheartedly  evident  that  he  was  deeply  mistaken. 

[barcarole]

Oscar Wilde in 1882, by Napoleon Sarony.

[spctlessminds]

based on this suggestions blog.  warning:  these are pretty dark/angry  &  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding!!

‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  &  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me?  ’ ‘  all i want is to be soft  &  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  &  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’ ‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’ ‘  burning it all to the ground  &  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’ ‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own?  ’ ‘  do you trust me enough?  do you trust me at all?  ’ ‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’ ‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’ ‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’ ‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’ ‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  &  i touch  &  i touch  &  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop?  ’ ‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  &  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  &  my eyes are still stretched wide  &  terrified.  ’ ‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for?  ’ ‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’ ‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’ ‘  i am aching to hold you  &  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’ ‘  i am divine  &  you will bow before me.  ’ ‘  i am fucking divine.  ’ ‘  i am in control  &  i listen to no one.  ’ ‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’ ‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’ ‘  i am not worth saving  &  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’ ‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’ ‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’ ‘  i bow to no man.  ’ ‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  &  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’ ‘  i can give you your wings back  &  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’ ‘  i cannot be saved.  ’ ‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’ ‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’ ‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’ ‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’ ‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’ ‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’ ‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’ ‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’ ‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’ ‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’ ‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’ ‘  i have fallen  &  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’ ‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’ ‘  i have no home anymore.  ’ ‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  &  then i remember nothing.  ’ ‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’ ‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’ ‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’ ‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’ ‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’ ‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  &  maybe someday it will be true.  ’ ‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’ ‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’ ‘  is it my fault?  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’ ‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right?  ’ ‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  &  suffocating on sadness.  ’ ‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’ ‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’ ‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’ ‘  i’m so cold  &  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’ ‘  i’m so tired all the time  &  i just want to be awake again.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’ ‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’ ‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’ ‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’ ‘  loneliness is a disease  &  it leaves me empty  &  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  &  bounces back.  ’ ‘  made of starlight  &  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’ ‘  my anger is righteous  &  my actions are pure.  ’ ‘  my chest aches  &  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’ ‘  my chest hurts  &  all i need is some comfort  &  understanding.  ’ ‘  my chest hurts  &  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’ ‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  &  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’ ‘  pull me apart  &  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’ ‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  &  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’ ‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’ ‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’ ‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’ ‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  &  plead for help?  fuck off.  ’ ‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’ ‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’ ‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  &  you better remember that.  ’ ‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’ ‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’ ‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’ ‘  voices whisper from the shadows  &  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’ ‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved?  ’ ‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it?  ’ ‘  who the fuck do you think you are?  ’ ‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying?  ’ ‘  with a new year comes new tests  &  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’ ‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once?  ’ ‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  &  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’ ‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’ ‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’ ‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’ ‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’ ‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’ ‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’ ‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’ ‘  you touch me  &  my skin burns  &  it burns for you,  always you.  ’

[wiilde]

    Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.

                           Give him a MASK,

                           and he will tell you

                                                        the truth.

[wiilde]

Mr. Wilde, out of all of the characters you created, which ones do you think you would get along with, and which ones would you hate to be stuck in a room with for more than a few minutes? Just curious~

    “ In  every  character , an  author  sees  in  it  a  part  of  himself , otherwise  he’d  have  naught  to  write  about. In  my  case , I  incorporate  into  my  characters  my  horrible  FLAWS , all  of  which  I  can  see  as  clear  as  day , as  tangible  as  you  are  in  front  of  me. I  should  think  it  absolutely  DREADFUL  to  be  holed  up  with  even  a  single  one  of  them , save  perhaps  a  few  lady  characters  whose  inspirations  were  drawn  from  dear  female  friends. Apologies  that  I  cannot  be  more  specific , for  I  fear  that  it  is  a  much  more  difficult  question  to  answer  than  it  at  first  seems. “

[benjoyment]

[i-am--dorian-gray-deactivated20]

[wiilde]

Mr. Wilde, if you could chose to turn into any animal at all, real or fantasy, at will, what would you choose, and why?

    Amused  by  the  question , Wilde  thought  to  humour  the  stranger  by  answering  him  in  the  most  genuine  way  possible. It  was  something  that  had  never  crossed  his  mind  before , and  he  realised  that  perhaps  this  was  important  information  that  someone  ought  to  know. Why , what  should  happen  if  he  left  this  world  without  knowing  what  sort  of  animal  he  wanted  to  be ?

    “ I  should  think  that  a  BIRD  suits  me  well. They  are  such  elegant , marvelous  creatures. It  is  also  true  that  they  fly  where  they  like , and  do  as  they  please. Should  I  be  a  bird  that  is  not  prized  in  hunting , such  as  a  pigeon , I  believe  that  I  would  have  a  good  chance  of  living  long. Rather , as  long  as  a  bird  should  live , which  may  only  be  for  a  handful  of  years , but  at  least  those  years  would  be  MEANINGFUL. “