Oscar Wilde

It is Numbers 20:1-13 again. Miriam was gone. Moses had just buried his sister in Kadesh, in the Wilderness of Zin (Numbers 20:1). She had placed his basket among the reeds of the Nile and had run to get his mother when Pharaoh’s daughter drew him out. His sister had been with him through all his trials in the wilderness. But now Miriam was gone.
ellauri164.html on line 943: “And when you have seen it, you also shall be gathered to your people, as Aaron your brother was gathered. 14 For in the Wilderness of Zin, during the strife of the congregation, you rebelled against My command to hallow Me at the waters before their eyes.” (Num. 27:13-14).
ellauri194.html on line 314: Sedgwick' died of breast cancer in 2009 aged 58,. She deploys erudite and playful readings of texts by Oscar Wilde, Henry James and Marcel Proust to interrogate assumptions about the stability of sexual identity and how language works to define a homo/heterosexual binary. She writes: "An understanding of virtually any aspect of modern western culture must be not merely incomplete but damaged in its central substance to the degree that it does not incorporate a critical analysis of modern homo/heterosexual definition."
ellauri204.html on line 425: Er bringt ihn an den Hof des Königs, wo er in einen Käfig eingesperrt wird. Den Schlüssel bewahrt die Königin höchstpersönlich unter ihrem Kopfkissen auf. Eines Tages, als das Königspaar verreist ist, landet der goldene Ball des kleinen Königssohns beim Spielen in den Käfig. Der Eisenhans will den Ball nur herausgeben, wenn der Junge den Käfig aufschließt. Er verrät ihm, wo der Schlüssel versteckt ist, und da der Junge unbedingt seinen Ball wiederhaben will, lässt er sich überreden. Doch als er den Eisenhans in Richtung Wald davonlaufen sieht, begreift er, dass er eine Dummheit gemacht hat und jammert: »Wilder Mann, geh nicht fort, sonst bekomme ich Schläge!« Daraufhin kommt der Eisenhans zurück, setzt sich den Jungen Huckepack und nimmt ihn mit in den Wald.
ellauri210.html on line 359: « Je ne comprendrai jamais comment Victor Hugo a pu, quarante ans durant, faire son métier. Toute la littérature, c’est : ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta. L’Art, l’Art, ce que je m’en fiche de l’Art ! » — « Oscar Wilde est vivant ! »,
ellauri210.html on line 367: Cravan’s real name was Fabian Avenarius Lloyd; he adopted myriad pseudonyms and aliases during his short life. He was born in Switzerland, in 1887, to Irish and British parents with whom he had a tumultuous relationship, though he was immensely proud of his aunt Constancez, who was Oscar Wilde’s wife. In his early teens, Cravan came to regard the familial link to the world’s most disreputable genius as proof that he was destined for a life of fabulous infamy.
ellauri210.html on line 375: John Sholto Douglas, 9th Marquess of Queensberry (20 July 1844 – 31 January 1900), was a British nobleman, remembered for his atheism, his outspoken views, his brutish manner, for lending his name to the "Queensberry Rules" that form the basis of modern boxing, and for his role in the downfall of the Irish author and playwright Oscar Wilde.
ellauri210.html on line 377: Lewisissä nyrkkeiltiin ilman hanskoja, mikä oli vastoin Queensberryn sääntöjä. Wilde otteli varmaan ilman märkäpukua. Vyön allekin mahtoi lyödä markiisin pojua.
ellauri210.html on line 379: At the height of his fame and success, while The Importance of Being Earnest (1895) was still being performed in London, Wilde prosecuted the Marquess of Queensberry for criminal libel. The Marquess was the father of Wilde's lover, Lord Alfred Douglas. The libel trial unearthed evidence that caused Wilde to drop his charges and led to his own arrest and trial for gross indecency with men. After two more trials he was convicted and sentenced to two years' hard labour, the maximum penalty, and was jailed from 1895 to 1897. During his last year in prison, he wrote De Profundis (published posthumously in 1905), a long letter which discusses his spiritual journey through his trials, forming a dark counterpoint to his earlier philosophy of pleasure. On his release, he left immediately for France, and never returned to Ireland or Britain. There he wrote his last work, The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898), a long poem commemorating the harsh rhythms of prison life. What an opportunity for a man of his caliber, one would have thought.
ellauri210.html on line 383: The money Cravan earned from the Johnson fight helped him buy his passage out of Europe, and what he thought was safety from the war. In January 1917, he sailed for New York. Dozens of other European artists and intellectuals were making the same journey at the time; one of Cravan’s shipmates was Leon Trotsky, who noted in his diary that he’d met a man who claimed to be related to Oscar Wilde and “who frankly declared that he would rather smash a Yankee’s face in the noble art of boxing than be done in by a German.” Cravan didn’t stay in New York long; just long enough to put several noses metsphorically out of joint. He split his time between sleeping rough in Central Park and hobnobbing with Greenwich Village bohemians. Among them was the poet Mina Loy, with whom Cravan began an intense love affair.
ellauri210.html on line 400: « Je ne comprendrai jamais comment Victor Hugo a pu, quarante ans durant, faire son métier. Toute la littérature, c’est : ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta. L’Art, l’Art, ce que je m’en fiche de l’Art ! » — « Oscar Wilde est vivant ! »,
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