Sunday, 4 December 2011
Thursday afternoon was chilly in Pere Lachaise. Wandering up from seeing Jim Morrison , it was quite striking to know that the next grave to be seen was Oscar Wilde
. Meself and himself took a casual stroll and came to the grave side and it struck me how lost perhaps it felt to see him away from his home soil in a dark graveyard where he is along side some people whom are not even in the same league as him. Oscar died destitute in Paris after contracting cerebral menengitis and subsequently was buried in Pere Lachaise. Oscar suffered severely in his life for his homosexuality after being prosecuted for sodomy after the Marquess of Queensbury more or less accused him of it and in a subsequent ill judged move by Wilde who tried to sue and failed, this turned the tables on Wilde.
Should we look for an apology? Well the British pardoned Alan Turing, why not Wilde? Oscar should come home to a land that is different to what he knows now. "We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars" hold especially true now, this quote has the finger on the button as regards the state of this nation but it is his words from De Profundis (something I have tried reading but cant get into but the prose is extremley moving)
When first I was put into prison some people advised me to try and forget who I was. It was ruinous advice. It is only by realising what I am that I have found comfort of any kind.
Oscar we have not forgotten who you are....