Oscar. Wilde
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Oscar Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900), born in Dublin, Ireland, was one of the greatest writers and artists of 19th-century Britain (Ireland to be precise, but ruled by Britain at the time), known for his plays, poems, fairy tales and novels, a representative of aestheticism, the main force of the aesthetic movement in the 1880s and the pioneer of the decadent movement in the 1890s.
In 1895, Wilde's same-sex lover Douglas. Posey's father, the Marquis de Quinsbery, sued Wilde for his unruly dealings with his son. Wilde in Douglas. At the instigation of Posey, he made a counterclaim, and eventually went to jail for failing the lawsuit and then went bankrupt.
"Once upon a time, my spiritual garden was always full of spring and romance, my temperament was infinitely happy, and I filled my life with happiness as if I were pouring red wine to the rim of a glass." This is Wilde before he went to jail.
After going to prison and bankruptcy, Wilde realized in the last stage of his life (Wilde died of illness three years after his release) that life is based on pain rather than joy.
"From the Depths" was written by Wilde when he was serving his sentence in Reading Prison, recording Wilde's path of love and death, and truly recording the ups and downs of a generation of talents in the face of the suffering of their own fate.
After reading "From the Depths", I was deeply impressed by the brilliance of Wilde's humanity. Aestheticism, romanticism, a literary genius, such as him, should never have imagined that he would suddenly fall off the altar in the worship of the crowd, go to jail, and then go bankrupt.
From the resentment after entering prison to the calm and tranquility of getting out of prison. Wilde used his personal experience to tell us that in the face of life's difficulties, no matter what kind of situation we are in, we must learn to make ourselves happy and happy.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" >| 01 Forgiveness: Choices between love and hate</h1>
Wilde describes in his letters his relationship with his lover Douglas. The process and scenes of Posey's encounter and getting along. In the kind of memories, he deeply reflected and reflected on the reasons for his world-renowned Wilde and prison bankruptcy. How his lover, a profligate and beautiful teenager full of hatred for his father, made him go to prison step by step with his "love".
After Wilde went to jail, Douglas. Posey disappeared without a trace, not once visiting, not even a single letter.
Even so, it is not a letter full of hatred and remorse and self-pity. On the contrary, I thought it was a book of Wilde's love for himself and his lover, a book of thoughts that shone with the light of humanity.
In the clues of reflection and reflection, in the torment of love and hate, Wilde strives to suppress the seeds of "hate" and germinates the heart of "love". On the one hand, he dissected Douglas in depth. Posey's mutilated personality (Douglas. Posey is occupied by hatred for his father, who hates more than love in his character), and hopes douglas. Posey knows himself and improves himself; on the other hand, he treats himself well with love and dispels the hatred in his heart with love.
He said, "If I tolerate myself hating you, I will be like trudging in the dry sands of life — and still are — every rock will lose its shadow, every palm will wither, and the source of every well will be poisoned." ”
He also said, "It is not possible for an individual to always offer a viper to the mouth of the heart, nor can he get up every night to sow thorns in the garden of the soul."
In love and hate, he firmly chose love.
In the first half, the wisdom of his love contrasts sharply and sharply with the destruction of his lover's hatred. From his dissection of his lover's mutilated personality and his tolerance of his destruction, he profoundly expounded the nature of love and hate, and confirmed the brilliance of love with his own actions.
Stills from Wilde's Lover
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" >| 02 Acceptance: The past self is also a part of itself</h1>
For anyone, hate is an inextricable pain, and shame is a haunting nightmare.
The genius Wilde, jailed and bankrupt, became a prisoner who could be bullied and denigrated by anyone, and suffered in the face of huge gaps and humiliations. Shame doubled the level of his pain.
In prison, he used to be a genius in the world literary scene; out of prison, he was once a bankrupt prisoner. To help Wilde alleviate his pain, his friend advised Wilde to forget who he was. In prison, forget that you were a talent before; after you get out of prison, forget that you were once a prisoner.
Amnesia is the best cure for pain, but deliberately forgetting is really also a good medicine for Gengzhi's disease?
Wilde did not take his friend's advice. He said the suggestion of forgetting who you are is devastating and fatal. Deliberate forgetting is an escape from oneself and the sense of shame, which will make people lose the power of healing, forever entangled in shame and can no longer appreciate the grand situation of the rotation of the four seasons, the magnificence of the rising and falling of the sun and the moon, the rhythm of the rain hitting the green leaves...
He also believes that giving up his own experience is equivalent to curbing his own growth, and denying his experience is denying the soul. Through growth, the meanness, depravity, and cruelty of the soul can be transformed into noble thoughts.
In the end, he openly admitted that he was a prisoner, and accepted even the punishment of nothing, accepted his past self and his present self, and learned not to be ashamed of it.
"If I'm not ashamed of the punishment I've been punished — I hope I won't — then I'll be free to think, walk, and live."
In dealing with the issue of shame, Wilde did not choose to escape, but was honest with himself and accepted himself and his situation. Bravely accept all of yourself, and in this way allow yourself to grow and be reborn from the past.
Wilde's heart was filled with the light of his own nature, which shocked me. Although Wilde never tasted pain and poverty in the past, he knew love and beauty. It is also the love and beauty that is full of love and beauty in his heart, which brings light and peace to him in prison.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" >| 03 Sublimation: Suffering has its own meaning</h1>
"Where there is sorrow, there is a holy place", "Everything in the world has its meaning, and suffering is among them", "Happiness makes the body beautiful, but pain sublimates the soul"...
In prison, the genius Wilde tasted suffering for the first time, experienced grief and was overwhelmed by hatred, and finally discovered the meaning of suffering and sublimated his own thoughts.
The discovery of the meaning of suffering renewed Wilde's life and became the starting point for his new life. Compared with the joy brought to him by happiness in the past, everything that grief in prison taught him became his new world.
"My only mistake was to limit myself entirely to the sunny part of the garden trees, avoiding the dimly lit side of the trees. Failure, shame, poverty, sadness, despair... Determined to refuse to learn about them, they are now forced to taste them one by one. ”
He reflected on the fact that all this happened because of his neglect and avoidance of the other side of life (the suffering side) in the beauty, praise, and sweetness, so he tasted them all in prison at this moment.
In the taste of suffering, he saw the soul of Christ, gained strength from the kingdom of heaven, and saw life as a whole presented to him.
Finally, he said, "Perhaps in the darkness, I was chosen by God to teach you a more brilliant secret: the meaning of suffering and the beauty that lies in it." ”
Wilde died of meningitis at the Age of 46 at the Alsace in Paris on 30 November 1900.
At the end of the 20th century, nearly a century after being discredited, The British gave Wilde the honor of erecting a statue. The statue is inscribed with Wilde's often quoted quote: "We are all in the gutter, but there are still people looking up at the stars." ”（We are all in the gutter，but some of us are looking at the stars.）