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pickWilde wrote this letter while he was in prison for “gross indecency.” He is a beautiful writer, whether it‘s letters, plays, or books.
#pop24 - written by an incarcerated person
#bookspinbingo
#joyousjanuary
“With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?”
Today, in Catalonia, we celebrate La Diada de Sant Jordi (Saint George‘s Day). People give each other books and roses. Barcelona is full of books and roses stalls.
Happy Diada de Sant Jordi to everyone and especially to my favourite group of readers: @Lovelylottereader @Sharv_Sona @AnnaSummer7 Amelia, Jamie, Dhra, and Camilla 📚🌹❤️
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#OnThisDay in 1895, Oscar Wilde's libel case against the Marquess of Queensberry opened at the Old Bailey. After only three days Wilde withdrew the suit, which led to his arrest and eventual imprisonment for "gross indecency." He was forbidden from writing plays, prose, or poetry during his sentence, but was allowed to write letters. That is why the tagged, written from Reading Gaol, was in the form of a letter. #HistoryGetsLIT
pickWhat a beautiful letter honestly. Wilde‘s letter from Reading Prison to Bosie (Lord Alfred Douglas). His writing is exquisite, first detailing the accusations against Bosie and thereafter reflecting on his own life. It is a moving letter. Full review on my blog www.anushareflects.com
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
“...but for me the world is shrivelled to a handsbreadth, and everywhere I turn my name is written on the rocks in lead. For I have come, not from obscurity into the momentary notoriety of crime, but from a sort of eternity of fame to a sort of eternity of infamy, and sometimes seem to myself to have shown, if indeed it required showing, that between the famous and the infamous there is but one step, if as much as one.” #famous #QuotsyApr20
Love is fed by the imagination, by which will become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are...
My Year In Books collage on GoodReads is particularly appealing this year.
115 books read! Not bad.
https://www.goodreads.com/user/year_in_books/2019/1095243?utm_source=twitter
#goodreads #yearinbooks
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.
#lgbtq #prisonletters
"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.
Hey, it's Oscar. This was in today's guardian.
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.
