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is one of the letters Wilde wrote while in prison, It is very heart felt and references many of the things he studied while at Oxford, “Remontarte tres años atrás puede parecerte mucho tiempo, Pero quienes vivimos en la cárcel, sin más suceso en la vida que la tristeza, debemos medir el tiempo por latidos de pesar y por el registro de momentos amargos.
No hay otra cosa en qué pensar,
Para quienes estamos presos, las lágrimas forman parte de la experiencia cotidiana, Si pasa un día en la prisión donde no lloremos, es porque ese día nuestro corazón está endurecido, no porque esté feliz.
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Desde su humilde celda de la prisión de Reading y con una honestidad brutal a flor de piel, Oscar Wilde escribe esta carta a su amante Alfred "Bosie" Douglas con la convicción de haber sido extremadamente castigado por la sociedad.
Una auténtica nota desde el subsuelo, donde el dolor y el sufrimiento de uno de los escritores más sensibles de la literatura universal nos da la impresión de estar leyendo los destellos de un corazón "en carne viva".
Conjuntamente con la “Carta al padre” de Franz Kafka son estos, los dos testimonios epistolares más tremendos y emblemáticos que podemos leer y son la clave para entender en cierto modo cómo fue la vida de estos escritores tan humanos, más allá de toda grandilocuencia literaria.
Los esfuerzos titánico de Oscar Wilde para hacerle entender a su amante, un joven frívolo, ventajero y manipulador, de vida disipada como Alfred Douglas son demasiado vanos y a la vez superfluos.
Estamos ante un hombre culto, educado y refinado que tuvo la desgracias de cruzarse en su vida con una persona nociva y ventajera.
De qué manera, una mentalidad tan pequeña y obtusa como la de Douglas puede procesar todo lo que Wilde expresa en su epístola Es un desperdicio para este muchacho, pero un legado de proporciones enormes para quienes amamos la literatura y los que nos conmovemos con el arte de un escritor exquisito y tan perdurable como Wilde.
Todo lo que escribe en “De profundis” es conmovedor, sentido y sublime,
Los esfuerzos que Wilde plasma en su carta para hacerle entender lo que sucedió entre ellos nos da a entender acerca del gran error que cometió el gran autor irlandés al involucrarse en un cenagal del que no pudo salir.
Seguirle el juego a Douglas para demandar al padre de este se transformó en un boomerang que lo golpeó con más fuerza y terminó siendo el mismo Wilde quien terminó, primero en el banquillo de los acusados y posteriormente condenado a dos años de prisión por sodomía, siendo esto un golpe del que jamás se pudo recuperar.
Al poner un pie en la cárcel, Wilde pasará del escarnio al sufrimiento desmedido, a la desolación y el martirio para tender luego a una secreta redención, amparándose en la Biblia y en su prodigiosa mente, resguardándose de todo lo que le sucedió y lavando su dolor día a día y mes a mes hasta completar su condena.
Más allá de todo lo que Wilde expone en su carta y la manera en la que realiza su catarsis, sigue siendo inentendible cómo un artista de su posición dejó llevarse por el torbellino de una relación tóxica aún ante las advertencias de la gente que más lo quiso.
Una vez enredado en ese fango, no pudo despegarse y cayó irremediablemente,
Soportó estoicamente su vida en la cárcel, con humildad, siendo compañero de presos comunes, Le arrebataron todas sus obras de arte, le remataron su amada biblioteca, repleta de libros invaluables, lo declararon insolvente, la posterior quiebra y le quitaron legalmente la posibilidad de ver a sus propios hijos.
Lo destruyeron como persona, Lo borraron del mapa y aún así, aguantó todos esos embates y salió de la cárcel, aunque su salud estaba resquebrajada para siempre.
Murió dos años después, solo y enfermo en la habitación de un modestísimo hotel de París,
Podría transcribir decenas de citas que anoté del libro pero creo que eso no tiene sentido, Lo mejor es armarse de compasión y leer “De profundis”,
Esta carta se lee con lágrimas en los ojos y en el corazón, I can't believe how highly rated this book is here, I can't remember being so crushingly disappointed by anything since the Star Wars prequels, I had been waiting to read this for so long before I finally bought it for myself I love Oscar Wilde but he can be a bit glib, so I was eager to read what he had written while imprisoned.
I was hoping to see him become genuinely introspective, learn what drove him to the conversion I knew came soon afterward, and generally read some beautiful, heartfelt stuff.
This is not that book, Almost all of the book is selfimportant unbearable ranting in which he blames his lover for all his troubles, while referring to himself as a capitalA Artist and a genius.
It felt like reading blog posts from Kanye West, Describing this book as a "love letter" seems to me absurd, It's written by someone who was obviously in love, but that love is bitter, resentful, and often seems to have curdled entirely to hate.
As we flip through Wilde's rolodex of spite and hear every grief and gripe he has stored up against his lover, it soon becomes more interesting to imagine how Douglas would defend himself than to continue reading such onesided selfpity.
It suggests Wilde really hadn't come to any realizations or greater understanding saying "I blame myself" is not very convincing if you follow that up with "for letting you do this to me.
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There is absolutely no doubt that he is a writer of amazing ability when Wilde actually did get introspective, there were moments of intense beauty and power in this text.
For me, they weren't worth slogging through all the unsentemailstomyex type screeching that surrounded it, Ένα σπαρακτικό βιβλίο από έναν πολύ αγαπημένο συγγαφέα. Ο Wilde εδώ ξεγυμνώνει την ψυχή του και μας δείχνει πέρα του πόσο ταλαντούχος συγγραφέας είναι, το πόσο ευαίσθητος και πολύπλευρος άνθρωπος είναι. Ακόμα και αν δε συμφωνεί κάποιος με τις απόψεις του ή τον τρόπο ζωής του, δεν μπορεί παρά να αφεθεί στο μαγικό γράψιμό του και στον δαιδαλώδη κόσμο του, όχι μόνο σε αυτό το βιβλίο του αλλά σε όλα ανεξαιρέτως τα έργα του. Απλά απολαυστικός!
خيل إلي وأنا أقرأ هذا الكتاب أنني أتوغل في سراديب مظلمة كنت بحاجة لتقطيع قراءاتي مرارا بسبب الجهد النفسي الذي أحتاج بذله مع وايلد وأنا أتتبع حكايته وتقلبات مشاعره ونوبات غضبه. لنقل بأن إطباق دفة الكتاب بين فينة وأخرى يشبه الحصول على نزهة خارج الزنزانة. لماذا يعود المرء إلى الزنزانة إن كان له عقل أصلا ولماذا واصلت القراءة
لأرى أكثر.
كيف تورط وايلد في علاقة مع شخص نرجسي لم يكتف بعدم حبه بل سلبه كل ما لديه. حريته ماله زوجته وأطفاله. شخص قادر على امتصاص الحياة من عروقك وتحويلك إلى أكثر مخلوقات الله إثارة للشفقة شخص يستمد قيمته وحضوره أصلا من تحويلك إلى نسخة مشوهة من حقيقتك. إنها رحلة غريبة من الإذلال والخسارات التي لا يعوضها شيء. في المقابل بعد سنتين في السجن بدأت بصيرة وايلد في التفتح مثل وردة في الليل ساعد السجن في نضوج أفكاره عن الله والحياة والعمل الفني أيضا.
كانت نهاية الرسالة خيبة أمل حقيقية العودة إلى مناشدات في علاقة محكومة بتدميرك تماما ولكنها في النهاية علاقة نموذجية بين طرف narcissistic وآخر: codependent. وربما يحتاج المرء إلى أكثر من إشهار إفلاسه والحكم بسجنه لسنتين لكي يتحرر فعلا!
How can a love be so true be so wrong No, erase that, Who am I to say that it is wrong
Oscar Wilde, Irish writer, poet, aesthete and Lord Alfred Douglas, British author, poet, translator are inlove with each other and they are both homosexuals.
Also, Wilde is married to Constance Lloydand they have two children: Cyril and Vyvyn,
Douglas is single atand Wilde,, married and already a father when they start their affair, After a year, Wilde is incarcerated due to
"gross indecency", or homosexual acts, The year isand London is not yet open to homosexuals,
It was the Douglas father, John Douglas,th Marquess of Queensberry who gathered all the evidences against the then famous novelist and playwright Wilde.
The motive according to Wilde: the father and son hate each other, The mother is afraid of both, In fact, the mother has been sending Wilde letters with a P, S. On no account let Alfred know that I have written to you,
De Profundis "from the
depths" is a long letter of lamentation of Wilde addressed to his lover Douglas, written during his imprisonment that lasted for/years.
It started with bitterness with Wilde enumerating the money spent on Douglas' whims and caprices before moving to more profound and thoughtprovoking references to the Holy Bible, Shakespeare, The Divine Comedy, Plato, etc.
It is worded beautifully the I had to stop several times and process and savor his words, Just to give you an example:
Suffering is a 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, The paralyzing immobility of life, every circumstance of which is regulated after an unchangeable pattern, so that we eat and drink and walk and lie down and pray, or kneel at least for prayer, according to the inflexible laws of an iron formula: this immobile quality, that makes each dreadful day in the minutest detail like its brother, seems to communicate itself to those external forces the very essence of whose existence is ceaseless change.
The big question I have is: did the young Douglas also love the much older Wilde Or did he just use Wilde for money The book did not answer this.
There are evidences or references for both sides, I think it would depend on what the reader wants to believe, I would not want to give my opinion because if I do that, I will either be condemning or encouraging their kind of love.
Who am I to do that
The narrative is powerful, poignant and strong, If this is not anchored on love, I doubt if it will the impact that still resonates to its readers up to now.
I Googled "De Profundis" and there found a Facebook account where seemingly gay men put their comments on this book, The prevailing sentiment, it seems, is that they find Wilde's musings liberating and inspiring,
Powerful narrative. Brilliant writer.
De Profundis or "from the depths" is a long letter written by Oscar Wild to Lord Alfred Douglas while he was imprisoned in Reading Goal.
The letter is Wild's attempt to come to terms with his past, present dire circumstances, and the future that he will have to face once released.
As the name states, the letter is an account from the depth from his soul with all honesty, Although he holds that he is unjustly convicted, he nevertheless admits that he has committed grave errors in the past, He is repentant of the superficial life he has had led, And he seeks forgiveness and bestows forgiveness of those who he believed wronged him,
The letter is also a way of releasing his anger, bitterness, and despair while he struggled to find meaning and purpose for the continuation of his life.
He admits that he wanted to end it in utter despair, But yet he struggles, despite his losses he was made bankrupt and he was barred from any contact with his sons, to come to terms with the nature of life which he says is "full of sorrow" which can be endured only though "love".
It was truly sad to read the emotional and mental agonies that such a fine artist had to go through, And when he said that he had brought disgrace to the name that his loving parents had bestowed on him, my heart broke.
It is a huge burden one carries with oneself,
This second time I managed to get hold of the complete letter that was written to Lord Alfred Douglas, It gives a better picture of their relationship and how it led to Wilde's ultimate downfall, The account was heartbreaking. I felt his pain and despair, and couldn't help but feel that if only the society and institutions of justice were more merciful.
They didn't punish a man, They punished art. .