"Jerusalem Maybe" - A poem by Padraig De Brún

Jerusalem Maybe 

"I wrote some of this on a ladder. It didn't wobble."

I made Britain from what I saw,

Sanding paint, breathing toxic dust.

It shaped before me by chance hand,

Stubborn remains of what had been.

And its edges, coloured and ragged,

Jutted from land into a sea 

Of cold, clean, sand-smooth, grey plaster.

And then the island shape was gone,

Cleansed from sight, like imaginings.

And I painted anew, slow, white,

Deliberate strokes, spread even,

Equally flat, smooth edge to smooth.

And what I created as God,

King, painter, was a plain, white wall.

I wondered then, my labours done,

If this new land, formed above dust,

Perfect, Jerusalem Maybe,

Was the space we might occupy,

If one day, all that makes us real,

Different and original,

Is allowed forever to pass.

Lady Windermere's Fan - Oscar Wilde

I read Lady Windermere's Fan because I was going to audition for a part - that of Lord Darlington.  As I see it Wilde never quite decides whether he is writing a comic satire, or something more serious - even realist in nature.  The result is a delightful play, nonetheless - Mrs Erlynne is a fantastic character, Lord and Lady Windermere as well.  Supporting them, more typically Wilde - The Importance of Being Earnest - are an array of idle rich caricatures who say clever things that are ultimately meaningless, or meaningless things that are contradictory and are comic because they are expressed with such seriousness.  The character of Darlington, however, reminds me of a 'piece of ill-digested cheese', as Scrooge might say.  Darlington had two key scenes.  In the first he is a fop, flattering Lady Windermere and courting a bad appearance so that people will not take him seriously.  In the second he is serious, no explanation given, proclaiming love and determined to leave the country if Lady Windermere will not have him.  I did not go for him then, imagining Darlington a shoe-in, a convenience to hold together a too-complex plot, one that Wilde - to return to the cheese - did not fully digest.  I imagine too that this is why Darlington - unlike the other serious characters - did not receive a fitting comic closure - he just disappears.  Finally, I imagine that Wilde might have made this a fantastic comic satire, or realist drama, if he had properly thought it through.  As it is Lady Windermere's Fan is delightful and flawed.