Gay people have a very long and proud history of not being able to sit down properly in chairs. It can be argued that Oscar Wilde in fact was fundamental in the creation of this aspect of gay culture. In this essay, I will
To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.
No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.
No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.
No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type.
All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.
When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
All art is quite useless.
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(In short, anyone who gives people crap for liking things that aren’t flawless from a social justice standpoint needs to stop taking Oscar Wilde’s name in vain.)
Her name was Dolly Wilde. She was the daughter of Oscar Wilde’s older brother, and was born about 3 months after he died. She worked as an ambulance driver during WW1 and spent most of her free time banging rich ladies. And guys. GUYS.
SHE
LOOKS
JUST LIKE
HER UNCLE
They both have That Face.
I’m so, so happy I know this now.
I would like everyone to know that she went around telling everyone that she was her uncle reincarnated. OK have a good day.
A M A Z I N G
Oh my God, Oscar Wilde and family had Resting Bitch Face.
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Resting Wilde Face
That “I’m a gay, Irish socialist in the Victorian era” face.
“Fuck everything about this world”
Side note: it wasn’t just the face. People who knew both Dolly and Oscar Wilde said that they sounded very similar and carried themselves in the same manor.
Both were pretty avid smokers. They both appreciated decadence. They both had very similar lovers.
Also, because history is insane, Dolly Wilde once hit on Zelda Fitzgerald, writer and wife of F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Dolly once said of herself, “I am more like Oscar than Oscar.” And honestly yea, I get why.
Oscar Wilde wasn’t done gaying up the place and came back as Dolly to gay up the ladies as well.
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