Hearts Asunder

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Hearts Asunder is a collaborative writing project feting the awesomeness of Virginia Woolf's work on the 70th anniversary of her death (March 28, 1941). It's a series of blog posts smashing ideas from her writing against items from today's pop culture to help yank her charm and relevance into the 21st Century. You'll notice these posts are alternately sincere and sarcastic. That's just our way of paying homage to both Woolf's gravity AND her oft-forgotten sense of humour... and also a way to tip our cap to a certain laughy/anguishy/hearts-asundery quote from "A Room Of One's Own."

Heck, what’s the harm in one last tidbit? The costumes are so good… it would be a crime to leave before we REJOICED in the fun and fury that was our blogxperiment with a tune that similarly REVELS in cutting the heart asunder.

This goes out to you, VW. We shall forever think of you as we keep on walking on broken glass.

Thank you, Virginia. Thank you, readers and writers. Thank you, internet. And to all a good night.

— 3 years ago with 2 notes

#annie lennox  #keep on walking on broken glass  #cutting the heart asunder  #final post  #farewell  #goodbye  #we will miss you! 
She was a wise one, that Woolfy. From the final scene of VW’s final novel:

"The old people had gone up to bed. Giles crumpled the newspaper and turned out the light. Left alone together for the first time that day, they were silent. Alone, enmity was bared; also love. Before they slept, they must fight; after they had fought, they would embrace. From that embrace another life might be born. But first they must fight, as the dog fox fights with the vixen, in the heart of darkness, in the fields of night…
- Between The Acts

Tomorrow will be sad, O Hearts Asunder-ers… no more postings for our VW/PopCulture blogxperiment.
But this was amazing. And I am sleepy. It is time to crumple the newspaper and retire to bed.

She was a wise one, that Woolfy. From the final scene of VW’s final novel:

"The old people had gone up to bed. Giles crumpled the newspaper and turned out the light. Left alone together for the first time that day, they were silent. Alone, enmity was bared; also love. Before they slept, they must fight; after they had fought, they would embrace. From that embrace another life might be born. But first they must fight, as the dog fox fights with the vixen, in the heart of darkness, in the fields of night…

- Between The Acts

Tomorrow will be sad, O Hearts Asunder-ers… no more postings for our VW/PopCulture blogxperiment.

But this was amazing. And I am sleepy. It is time to crumple the newspaper and retire to bed.

— 3 years ago with 4 notes

#between the acts  #final quote  #final scene  #sigh sigh tear tear 
Reflections from the Curator

No, no. Please— I’m not ready for this to be over. And yet, all good things must come to an end. As much as I’d like to spend every day of my life sailing the Tumblr-y seas of VW, I must scuttle back to the shores of reality.

(Though, VW, you know I’m “Never gonna give you up!”)

(P.S. Consider yourself RickRoll’d— one of the last pop culture items I needed to fit into this project!)

What I hope you can tell from the postings on the blogxperiment: I have so enjoyed curating this project. I feel it was a privilege to spend this much time with VW and the contributing writers. It was a new experience of creativity and joy.

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— 3 years ago with 7 notes

#curators reflections  #woolf  #last day of blogxperiment  #sigh 
Reflections from the esteemed Hearts Asunder-ers

VWThis blogxperiment has very much been about process: the experience of working with, getting to know and appreciate all the amazing bits and spurts and in’s and out’s of the writing of VW.

Below are a few reflections from some of our fantastic guest contributors.

To give you a little peek behind the curtain of Hearts Asunder.

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— 3 years ago with 2 notes

#reflections  #guest contributors  #woolf  #looking back 
"Tags of poetry in praise of them rose to her lips; they were adorable and good, above all courageous, triumphers over night and fens, the survivors, the company of adventurers who, set about with dangers, sail on."

- “A Summing Up,” A Haunted House and other Short Stories

Oh, those adorable, good, courageous triumphers— those contributors to Hearts Asunder!

A THANK YOU, a THANK YOU, and a THANK YOU again to all those named on the contributors page.

This project would not have been even one infinitesimal slice of what it is today if it weren’t for your wit, your enthusiasm, your excitement and sense of adventure.

Thank you, adventurers. Though the project closes today, let us all sail on.

— 3 years ago with 1 note

#thank you!  #guest contributor  #so good!  #a summing up 

SMASH: VW’s "Death of the Moth" + New ‘Color’ App Lets You Stalk People Having More Fun Than You

Virginia had grown weary. Or, rather, she had grown bored. After a full morning of jotting and scribbling in the leather notebook, her mind was ready for some sort of break—a little diversion—before she could send herself back into the world of story. Tapping her pencil. Scratching her nose. Anything, anything…

She should take a moment to write something on the Twitter, but despised it for feeling so unpleasantly forced. That day last week, in her agent’s office, when she was told it was all in the interest of building an audience— “Please, Virginia, just take 30 seconds to type out a tweet each day. You’re a prolific writer. You can come up with a Tweet in less than a minute, I bet.” It didn’t seem too onerous when she agreed. It was a small but powerful regret.

Her thoughts turned to the world outside the window. The ploughman, the rooks, the horses. And in the foreground, the silliest little moth against the window pane. It was quite the sight, that view. It would actually make a nice photo. Maybe she could take a snapshot of it with her mobile, and upload that as the “tweet of the day?” Yes, a loophole!

Out slipped the new iPhone (also from her agent, naturally) and with surprising acuity for such a lagging technology adopter, Virginia framed the iPhoto with deftness and with care. A click, a zip, and there it was in the tiny photo gallery, ready to upload.

But then came the confusion. A fizzle, a brew of sliding and colours and sounds. Virginia’s clammy finger drew a zig-zag of sweat lines across the cellphone’s screen. It flashed again. She was in difficulties; she could no longer direct the telephone’s applications; her fingers struggled vainly.

(Leonard laughed to himself quietly as he observed from the doorway— One could only watch the extraordinary efforts made by her sticky fingers against an oncoming doom which could, had it chosen, have submerged an entire city, not merely a city, but masses of human beings. Nothing, he knew Virginia was thinking, had any chance against technology. Which was, to her, the same thing as death.)

Then, her body relaxed a little. The struggle was over. Leonard was sure she had given up.

But if he had seen it—what appeared on her screen, what transfixed the writer most strangely— he would have been impressed and a little jealous.

Virginia gawped at the explosion of snapshots appearing before her in tiny little forms: pictures of the rooks, the horses, her own house, the ploughman’s wife and dog. So many tiny beads of life. A picture-board of shared realities, with the man she only knew from her view out the window. Now, here, on her strange little mobile phone.

A wave of relief, as she felt its emotional potential. And having righted herself, sat most decently and uncomplainingly composed. O yes, she seemed to say, death is stronger than I am.

— 3 years ago

Virginia’s final note to Leonard; From The Bloomsbury Archive at Cambridge, linked via this article.

Virginia’s final note to Leonard; From The Bloomsbury Archive at Cambridge, linked via this article.

— 3 years ago with 16 notes

#woolf  #suicide note  #cambridge  #bloomsbury archive 
The Day Moth says:
"This is what you have to know about the ‘Color’ App to understand today’s Hearts Asunder smashes…"

Color, which is available for Android and iPhone, lets you take pictures  on your phone and share them with the world. But Color’s key innovation  is that it bases this sharing not on who you friend or follow, but  where you are at any given moment. So, if you’re eating in a restaurant  in midtown Manhattan, the app shows you a real-time stream of pictures  being taken by Color users in or near that same restaurant. (And this  means everyone: There are no privacy controls.)
- Gawker

The Day Moth says:

"This is what you have to know about the ‘Color’ App to understand today’s Hearts Asunder smashes…"

Color, which is available for Android and iPhone, lets you take pictures on your phone and share them with the world. But Color’s key innovation is that it bases this sharing not on who you friend or follow, but where you are at any given moment. So, if you’re eating in a restaurant in midtown Manhattan, the app shows you a real-time stream of pictures being taken by Color users in or near that same restaurant. (And this means everyone: There are no privacy controls.)

- Gawker

— 3 years ago

#advice from a moth  #woolf  #app  #last smash 

As the Hearts Asunder curator fiddles with her final Virginia Woolf/pop culture smash for this project, she can’t help but hear this in her head…

— 3 years ago

#lenny kravitz  #it ain't over 'til it's over  #woolf  #sigh 

SMASH: UPCOMING

*** FINAL VW/CULTURE SMASH OF THE HEARTS ASUNDER PROJECT ***

[single tear rolling down cheek…]

VW’s "Death of the Moth" + Hot New ‘COLOR’ App Lets You Stalk People Having More Fun Than You


— 3 years ago with 2 notes

#final smash  #single tear  #wahhhhh  #woolf