Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.” ~ Rumi

Oscar Wilde Part Two: Portraits of Fame / Astrology of the Beautiful.

Marta Spendowska

You can buy my 2026 Calendar with Oscar Wilde’s reproduction. You can also carry Him with you and your favorite books.

If Part One followed Oscar Wilde’s beginnings, in Part Two I move into Oscar Wilde’s second half of life, his Moon, the imagery of Boötes, into questions of unmanhood, authority, and symbolic castration, and into the long labor of De Profundis—writing not to bedazzle, but to endure the betrayals.

~ Moon in Leo & in the Mouth of Lion ~

“There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.”
Oscar Wilde

In ancient sky lore, the stars in the Lion’s head and jaws mark the place where speech turns theatrical and where desire denies discretion. What passes through the Mouth cannot be taken back. It is a region of charisma and appetite, but also of overreach—the roar that carries too far.

Astrologically, the Mouth of the Lion signifies a life lived in declaration. Planets here do not talk; the native is undone not by secrecy, but by brilliance overheard by power.

The Mouth reveals.
And Wilde’s Moon needs to speak up and be noticed [in Leo].

It is through this Moon that art, wit, hosting parties, and the theatrical personality play in the public sphere and become evident. In this sense, the Lion’s Mouth stands opposite the Scorpion’s Claw [his Mercury]: one consumes through speech, the other cuts through wit and judgment. Between them lies the tragedy of those whose genius insists on [...]

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