Flores
My dear Oscar, Flores … flores por los mortes … could be wrong … what do I know …. it is the sentiment Oscar, dear, it is the sentiment of butterfly wings and silken petals to rain down on you, stick to your eyelids, glorify and rest you. I wish you rest and glory and…
‘Tis the season ….
Hello Oscar, Long time – no contact! I miss our time together, when we would chew the fat of modern dilemma and uncertain future and mysterious past. Our secret time, across lost millennia, thoughts and psychic transportation, from your hot theatre-land to your secluded cell, and my life, public, private, oh so weighted to private.…
Trip to the park.
My dear Oscar, I took a trip to the park. These were my impressions: She knew, as soon as she walked into the cafe-cum-shop that was located in the middle of the park, that she was destined to buy much more than she actually wanted or needed. “Oh – and an ice cream – yes,…
The heterosexual matrix
Dear Oscar, You were caught within the heterosexual matrix so prevalent in your age, with your marriage to Constance, your fathering of two children, your position in the world as a man about town earning a good living and succeeding in your chosen career. We all now know that this was a sham, or only…
Great expectations
Dear Oscar, I do not know if you were a fan of Charles Dickens, but his books in their serialised form would have been current to your own evolution. My suspicion is that, much as is the case with soap opera in our modern era, the supposedly educated classes would have looked down slightly on…
Acceptance
Dear Oscar, So I am doing my best to be accepting, and not place myself in opposition to others. There is a popular mantra in this day and age that we should learn to be more tolerant of each other, and more accepting of human foibles and peccadilloes. Of course I have made a very…
Pleasantries are possible
Dear Oscar, In amongst all of the high drama of your being it must have been possible to be ordinary, just pleasant, open, accessible, passing the time of day in ways that were fruitful, interactive, with consideration. Or were you one of the those people who simply could not see others, was entirely indifferent to…
Equal
Dear Oscar, I hope this letter finds you well. My preoccupation is with a phrase that sprang to mind when I was preparing to write to you, which is: We may be equal in our suffering but not in our success. I do not know where the phrase came from, nor why it should come…
My own best friend
Dear Oscar, I wonder what sort of a friend you would have been to me, and what sort of a friend I would have been to you! I know there were those – Robbie Ross, for instance – who were devoted to you and endlessly supportive, but I fear I may have been the sort…
Frustration
Dear Oscar, I hope this letter finds you well, even though I am writing from a selfishly frustrated position, and will as usual simply offload my own preoccupations and thoughts, rather than give any consideration to you. In my mind I am writing to you while you are in prison, but I should more realistically…
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Letters to Oscar Wilde 