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Notes: 178 / 2 years ago"You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?"-
Oscar Wilde,The Picture of Dorian Gray
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Notes: 68 / 2 years ago from bookmarklet
![Salome, 1930
etching by Almery Lobel-Riche [also]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcet7cwhNc1qztk1wo1_r1_500.jpg)
etching by Almery Lobel-Riche [also]
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Notes: 28 / 2 years ago from bookmarklet
Salomé: Die Erfüllung by Marcus Behmer
from volume 18 of Deutsche Kunst und Dekoration
h/t to feuilleton
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Notes: 71 / 2 years ago from bookmarklet
![The Sphinx by Oscar Wilde, with decorations by Charles Ricketts ,1894
[more @frenchtwist]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7m28fsjh11qztk1wo1_r2_500.jpg)
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Notes: 30 / 2 years ago from bookmarklet
Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked a cigarette.one more from Oskar Wilde’s Harlots House illustrated by Althea Gyles
thanks to yama-bato and malloryandmccall
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Notes: 13 / 2 years ago from yama-bato
![this is wonderful find!
thank you yama-bato:]
illustration by Althea Gyles
“They took each other by the hand, And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.”
(Oscar Wilde)
malloryandmccall.com/Harlots_House](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3748xzRS81qahuhjo1_500.jpg)
this is wonderful find!
thank you yama-bato:]
illustration by Althea Gyles
“They took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.”
(Oscar Wilde)
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Notes: 106 / 3 years ago"illusion is the first of all pleasures"- Oscar Wilde
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Notes: 79 / 3 years ago
![bit of Beardsley : illustration for Salome [The Peacock skirt]
via archive.org](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxt317hcAT1qztk1wo1_500.jpg)
bit of Beardsley : illustration for Salome [The Peacock skirt]
via archive.org
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Notes: 37 / 3 years ago from blessedrelief
obscure find of the night:Punch’s Fancy Portraits
Edward Linley, caricature of Oscar Wilde. Published in Punch, 1882.
from blessedrelief
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Notes: 13 / 3 years ago
Oskar Wilde ~ The Harlot’s House
We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot’s house.Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The ‘Treues Liebes Herz’ of Strauss.Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille,Then took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.Then, turning to my love, I said,
‘The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust.’But she—she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
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