110 years ago on this date, Oscar Wilde died in a hotel room in Paris. His remains and his famous monument covered in lipstick kisses by scores of visitors are in Paris, but Dublin honors their native son with a monument in Archbishop Ryan Park, just steps away from his birthplace.
The statue lounges on a rock, well-dressed and smelling a flower.
Across from him are two square pillars with statues on top. The pillars have been blazoned with all manner of Oscar Wilde’s pithy epigrams. I don’t know if this is endorsed or simply unusually educated graffiti.
A Grave Concern 