The Seattle Opera is performing Strauss’s adaptation of Wilde’s Salome. It seems to be well-received so far.

This is a store decoration designed by scratchboard artist Mark Summers for the Barnes & Noble Author! Author! series (1990s-2000). It is the only surviving picture from one of the Washington state locations. These pictures were supposed to be destroyed when the store moved, but someone apparently stole this one, hid it for a while (I hope in an attic), and abandoned it in a Goodwill.

I believe it was about $12 US, a steal for such a large picture (5’x4’). Overjoyed, I hauled it up to the checkout and told the guy I wanted to give him more money, that this was a great treasure.

“Do you know what this?” I asked. “Because it was always my favorite, and it shouldn’t be here!”

He did not know what it was, not even after I explained, but he thanked me for taking it out of the store. He was passionate about the fact that it should not be there. He agreed with me completely.

At first, I took it to an adjunct lounge at a college I worked for, but they were not overly thrilled about its presence there, and so I was forced to haul it home. One issue was it did not really look like Oscar Wilde. It also allegedly insulted one of the sociology adjuncts,
but I know she smoked a lot of weed, so I doubt it

It is true that this picture does not really look like Oscar Wilde. It is honestly kind of horrifying if you look at it for too long, and that’s what I love about it. It is no longer on a wall in my place because my nephew became terrified of the “man with the devil horns” and my mother said she was “sick and tired of looking at that giant man’s sad face.” Many, many people have begged me to get rid of the picture, yet I cannot part with it, mostly because Gemini claims it now has a value of $100+ US dollars due to nostalgia and rarity.

Besides, I’d have to break it down to get it in the trash, and that would be murder.

It is now in the garage because it might get moldy in the attic. I am contemplating getting a velvet curtain that can be pulled back when I want to show it off. Sometimes I visit it, and I think it protects my burgundy Kia. I once accidentally gave it an offering of an expensive craft absinthe that is made in Seattle, and it seemed to like that.

So now you’ve seen the picture of Oscar Wilde. As I told my nephew, those are not demon horns. They are bangs.

TL;DR: I have a terrifying picture of Oscar Wilde in my garage, and apparently it’s rare.

I have noticed that it’s very common on social media platforms for people to misattribute and make up quotes by Oscar Wilde. If it sounds funny/charming/witty, It is attributed to him, even if another author said it (or no one at all).
(exhibit a above: paraphrasing by Stephen Fry, was never found in any written records or works by Wilde)

I think this was not posted here previously, according to a sub search. Oh, shoot, it's behind a paywall; I was able to read it before. I'll grab a four-week sub and paste the text in a comment.

So she made a book that has dorian gray and others and Oscar himself but she made them straight in the books and has said Oscar wilde was bisexual just cause he was married and said he did devil tango with the other woman and its like how they changed genders of dorian and basil to girls but are siblings

Like wtf is wrong with the lady and Netflix

Oscar wilde is and was gay not bi but gay (btw sorry if it seems not understood way but I'm sorry

This newly published novel explores what would have happened if Oscar Wilde had never pursued the libel suit against the Marquess of Queensbury... I am on chapter 2 and it is absolutely fascinating! Will review completely when I am done.

A few months ago (maybe three or more), I became obsessed with Oscar Wilde, and honestly, he’s fascinating.

At first, I was mostly drawn to his wit and his theatrical personality, but what really made me love him even more was discovering the person behind the persona. I already knew that Wilde was very theatrical and loved playing up his public image, but seeing his more “human” side made me feel like I could actually relate to him.

I think I related to him the most when I read De Profundis. That letter absolutely broke me. I remember crying through most of it. (I guess I’m just a very sentimental guy.) There’s something about seeing such a witty and larger-than-life person being so vulnerable that really got to me.

I also remember feeling genuinely sad when I learned that Wilde cried after being rejected by the Society of Jesus. That detail really stuck with me for some reason.

At this point, I feel like I’ve fallen so far down the Oscar Wilde rabbit hole that I have my own notes, both mental and handwritten, about things that are commonly misattributed to him or repeated in biographies without anyone actually checking the original sources.

So I’m curious: has anyone else ever related to Oscar Wilde on a personal level, or am I just the sentimental Wilde nerd here?

Not that I like bosie myself same with Oscar wilde it's just that people always say bosie the toxic one I'm not saying he wasn't but Oscar wilde was too and I might get hate for this but why I do feel like each time I saw pictures of them together it feels like bosie trying make himself smaller while Oscar looked like taking the room

They are ofc equally toxic it's not one sided and there technically did horrible stuff like with kids and here a thing I will say Oscar wilde dint desserve to go prison for being gay he desserved prison for being in to k i d s

And I heard from people he Started writing dorian gray after meeting with bosie and Oscar wilde confirmed that dorian was based of him on the books dorian gray is toxic towards basil and yh sorry for my take

Do you think Bosie really loved Oscar?
Through Oscar’s letter to him, and obvious evidence from outward sources, I ask myself this sometimes, as Bosie’s behaviour was hot and cold. This was obviously a result of childhood trauma, but really; do you think Bosie loved Oscar as Oscar did he?

This is a Canadian/British animated short film, directed by Peter Sander. Based on Oscar Wilde's classic short story, the film is narrated by noted thespian Paul Hecht in his film debut. Also included is a phenomenal soundtrack by Ron Goodwin and two original songs ("Building a Wall" and "Years Go Over") performed by The King's Singers.

I cannot get enough of this short film, frankly. Wilde's original story is followed very closely, the animation is endearing despite being low-budget, and the music is fantastic, especially "Years Go Over".

I don't think my favourite poem was mentioned a lot, but it's IMPRESSION DU MATIN.

I'm specifically referring to the scene in Wilde's play An Ideal Husband, where Mrs. Cheveley visits Goring and offers him the incriminating letter by Robert Chiltern if he agrees to marry her. To persuade him, she gives a bunch of reasons as to why he should agree to this proposal and marry her. Obviously there are the more self-serving arguments, that she's "tired of living abroad", for example. And then there's the emotional blackmail that Goring could save his best friend's reputation and career by rising to "some great height of self-sacrifice". But what I'm especially curious about is the part where she stresses that she loves Goring, that she's "arrived at the romantic stage" and genuinely wants to be his wife.

Now, it's hard for me to tell whether Goring simply sees through BS, or whether he hates her so much that he refuses to believe that she might actually mean what she said about loving him. Now I do know how this sounds. I know that Mrs. Cheveley is a manipulative person who takes great joy in stirring up chaos. And yet, bizarrely, I could believe that Mrs Cheveley could have stopped lying for a moment to try and court a past love that she'd lost due to her past mistakes. It almost be a shadowy contrast to Robert Chiltern, in a way.

My point is that I honestly could believe it either way, that she's trying to play Goring like a fiddle or she's dropping a mask and trying to be at least halfway genuine.

A book review and deeper look at Oscar Wilde's lesser-known nonfiction essays on fashion. What was most surprising to me was his expertise on women's fashion, particularly his advocacy for dress reform for better health standards of living. He was even sought after to become a women's magazine editor for a few years. A look at his influences -- including his mother Lady Jane Wilde, as well as contemporaries like William Morris and John Ruskin -- as well as some of his style advice over the years (including his disdain for the corset).

De Profundis: Oscar Wilde in Jail, a play being put on at Soulpepper Theatre in the Distillery District.

Adapted and Directed by Gregory Prest
Original Music and Lyrics by Mike Ross and Sarah Wilson

Starring Damien Atkins, Jonathan Corkal-Astorga, Colon Curtis, and Rick Miller

“There is no prison in any world into which love cannot force an entrance.”

Writing from his prison cell, Oscar Wilde is cut off from the world that once adored him. As he writes De Profundis—a letter to the man he loved—memory, regret, and desire crowd the silence, turning confinement into confession. Set to an incredible award-winning score, this is Wilde unmasked: lover, icon, exile—insisting that even in the darkest places, love can still reach us.

My partner and I will be watching this in November. Anyone else?

For my part, I thought the film was a very good portrayal of Oscar Wilde’s downfall, especially where Stephen Fry’s portrayal was concerned. I also thought Michael Sheen as Robbie Ross and Tom Wilkinson as the Marquess of Queensberry were standout performances.

Usually when a famous writer's or other legenary persona's letters get published to the public they don't have a title and are just called "letters" (for example: Franz Kafka's letters to Friends, Family and editors or Van Gogh's letters to Theo). So why does Oscar Wilde's letter to his lover Alfred gets a title? Did Wilde gave it a title? And if Wilde did give it a title, why did he do that for a personal letter?

What a marvellous find this is. I'm sure I'm very late to the party, but in case you haven't heard this, legendary Celtic singer Ronnie Drew is narrating this beautiful story by one of the most talented writers in all the history of the English language.

This may be flagged as low effort and that’s fine but I just wanted to share this thought that has gone through my mind the entire time i’ve been reading this book. Especially after chapter 13, I cannot picture Dorian as anything other than Johan Liebert from Naoki Urasawa’s Monster. That’s it, i just wanted to share this thought.

I know modern media likes to take an idea and run with it, and preliminary google research is largely inconclusive about Oscar indulging in cocaine, but with that outfit, that pinky ring, and his general demeanor do you think he liked to go skiing?