{"id":1365,"date":"2017-05-26T16:40:33","date_gmt":"2017-05-26T16:40:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/?post_type=product&#038;p=1365"},"modified":"2024-01-12T06:00:10","modified_gmt":"2024-01-12T06:00:10","slug":"o-heart-by-claudia-keelan","status":"publish","type":"product","link":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/product\/o-heart-by-claudia-keelan\/","title":{"rendered":"<em>O, Heart<\/em>, Claudia Keelan"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At the center of this fabulous tale of the human heart a tale at once historical, scientific, musical, literary is a wrenched lyric cry, the cry of a particular woman in a particular place, the place uncharted, the woman floating between the remembered ecstasies of youth and the unforeseen rigors of age: I break my heart all by myself. Like the tutelary spirits she conjures Bronte, Dickinson, Bowles Claudia Keelan prefers the heart broken, and the extravagant, multi-voiced drama of <em>O, Heart<\/em> is itself the evidence that, once broken, the heart is never alone.<br \/>\n\u2014James Longenbach<\/p>\n<form action=\"https:\/\/www.paypal.com\/cgi-bin\/webscr\" method=\"post\" target=\"_top\"><input name=\"cmd\" type=\"hidden\" value=\"_s-xclick\" \/><input name=\"hosted_button_id\" type=\"hidden\" value=\"BVNYA4NEDKCWJ\" \/><br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: none ! important;\" hidden=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/www.paypalobjects.com\/en_US\/i\/scr\/pixel.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" border=\"0\" \/><\/form>\n<p>&#8220;The recycled Beloved\/Her heart turns to tragedy, turns away&#8221;\u00a0\u00a0 <a class=\"twitter-share-button\" href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" data-size=\"large\" data-text=\"The recycled Beloved\/Her heart turns to tragedy, turns away&quot;\" data-url=\"http:\/\/bit.ly\/2tqGMJW\" data-via=\"BarrowStreetInc\" data-show-count=\"false\">Tweet<\/a><script async src=\"\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The woman is not a ruin&#8221;\u00a0\u00a0 <a class=\"twitter-share-button\" href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" data-size=\"large\" data-text=\"&quot;The woman is not a ruin&quot;\" data-url=\"http:\/\/bit.ly\/2tqGMJW\" data-via=\"BarrowStreetInc\" data-show-count=\"false\">Tweet<\/a><script async src=\"\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blackmountaininstitute.org\/news-and-events\/events-archive\/2013-14\/o-heart-by-claudia-keelan\/\">Watch <em>O, Heart<\/em> at the Black Mountain Institute<\/a><script>\/\/ <![CDATA[ !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=\/^http:\/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+':\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js';fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document, 'script', 'twitter-wjs'); \/\/ ]]><\/script><\/p>\n<p><code><\/code><br \/>\n<strong>First Acts<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The woman is alone on the stage<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;His eye would trouble me no more&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>What was in Poe&#8217;s heart<br \/>\nThat all his tales express the outward<br \/>\nMurder or death of something\u2014<\/p>\n<p>Old men, eyes, Ligeia, hearts, etc\u2014<br \/>\nWhile the narrator goes quickly crazy himself,<br \/>\nEmbodied and disembodied, in the act?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And no one can tell if it&#8217;s his<br \/>\nOr the old man&#8217;s, though it becomes clear\u2014<br \/>\nNothing becomes clear.<\/p>\n<p>In the 19th century,<br \/>\nPeople believed that emotions<br \/>\nCame from the heart<br \/>\nBut now we know<br \/>\nThat they come from the brain\u2014<br \/>\nEmotions, and that helps us\u2014<\/p>\n<p>Ahab and his whale,<br \/>\nHawthorne and &#8220;The Birthmark&#8221;<br \/>\nAnd <em>The Scarlet Letter<\/em>,<br \/>\nAll these signs signifying<\/p>\n<p><em>The Red Badge of Courage<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Every girl loves a coward<br \/>\nKate swimming out to sea<br \/>\nAt the end of <em>The Awakening<\/em>,<br \/>\nSwimming away from possession,<br \/>\nSwimming into the possession<br \/>\nOf her own heart,<br \/>\nWhich drowns her<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Applicable bookseller\/retail discount on bulk orders of 10+ copies automatically applied at checkout.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":1366,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"product_brand":[],"product_cat":[20],"product_tag":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1365","1":"product","2":"type-product","3":"status-publish","4":"has-post-thumbnail","6":"product_cat-poetry","8":"first","9":"instock","10":"shipping-taxable","11":"purchasable","12":"product-type-simple"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product\/1365","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/product"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1365"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1366"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1365"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"product_brand","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_brand?post=1365"},{"taxonomy":"product_cat","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_cat?post=1365"},{"taxonomy":"product_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_tag?post=1365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}