by Larry Fyffe
In life and in art, Decadent writer Oscar Wilde rebels against the established norms imposed by Victorian society. He’s celebrated for a time, but in the end suffers the consequences for doing so though he’s pardoned after he dies:
Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let it be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword (Oscar Wilde: The Ballad Of Reading Gaol)
Singer/songwriter Bob Dylan picks up on the analogy – somewhat a gloomy if wistful look at human existence, gnostic-like . The darkness of life is compared to a prison with only a glimmer of light coming in through the barred window – whether literal or figurative, death be quick or it be slow, but awaits all:
I'll tell you something Things you never had you'll never miss A brave man will kill you with a sword A coward with a kiss (Bob Dylan: Gonna Change My Way Of Thinking)
God’s wrath be usurped by robed priests of the Establishment in the movie ‘The Trials Of Oscar Wilde’, starring Peter Finch. The film ends with Wilde’s words from his mighty pen spoken over the final scene:
The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword
A theme expressed in the following song lyrics:
There's a lone soldier on the cross Smoke pouring out of a boxcar door You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done In the final end, he won the war After losing every battle .... You hurt the ones I love best, and cover up the truth with lies One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzing around your eyes Blood on your saddle (Bob Dylan: Idiot Wind)
Satire flows freely from the Gothic pen of the poet Wilde:
And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats None knew as well as I For he who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die (Oscar Wilde: The Ballad Of Reading Gaol)
Burlesque double-dances as well from the lyrics of the singer/songwriter:
They say I shot a man named Gray And took his wife to Italy She inherited a million bucks And when she died it came to me I can't help it if I'm lucky (Bob Dylan: Idiot Wind)
In the final end, decadent Oscar Wilde is figuratively saved from physical death by his exquisite art for art’s sake:
Behind every exquisite thing that has existed, there was something tragic (Oscar Wilde: The Picture Of Dorian Gray)
And surely Bob Dylan by his song lyrics and music:
Behind every beautiful thing, there has been some kind of pain (Bob Dylan: Not Dark Yet)
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