Canal de Tatiana Feltrin: Youtube, 2020.
A morte de Oscar Wilde foi muito triste, no completo abandono, desacreditado, com sua saúde debilitada, afastado de seus filhos e desorientado, na Paris de 1900. A blogueira Tatiana Feltrin, acima, comenta a monumental biografia de Oscar Wilde, escrita por Richard Ellmann. Vale a pena ouvi-la.Não tenho fôlego, nem vontade de escrever hoje, neste final de 2020, ano de perdas, mortes e pobreza para muitos.Segue um trecho do longo poema epistolar, escrito na prisão de Reading, UK, intitulado "De Profundis", e destinado ao seu amante, Alfred Douglas, apelidado de "Bosie".
R.I.P., Wilde, um de meus grandes ídolos!
[...] The gods had given me almost everything. But I let myself be lured into long spells of
senseless and sensual ease. I amused myself with being a FLANEUR, a dandy, a man of
fashion. I surrounded myself with the smaller natures and the meaner minds. I became the
spendthrift of my own genius, and to waste an eternal youth gave me a curious joy. Tired of
being on the heights, I deliberately went to the depths in the search for new sensation. What
the paradox was to me in the sphere of thought, perversity became to me in the sphere of
passion. Desire, at the end, was a malady, or a madness, or both. I grew careless of the lives
of others. I took pleasure where it pleased me, and passed on. I forgot that every little action
of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that therefore what one has done in the
secret chamber one has some day to cry aloud on the housetop. I ceased to be lord over
myself. I was no longer the captain of my soul, and did not know it. I allowed pleasure to
dominate me. I ended in horrible disgrace. There is only one thing for me now, absolute
humility [...]. (In: www.dominiopublico.gov.br)
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