New Sincerity in re: Poetry, Recent City Life

The Nick Drake song "Fly", especially the lyric "Now, if it's time to recompense for what's done", the ensuing lyric notwithstanding even, makes me want to choke up. I don't always choke up, but I want to. The song itself, and Nick Drake too one could say, is maudlin. That lyric, however, hits a note of sincerity. Is it representative of this New sincerity being much discussed around town? Nah. I think my desire to have it

My general and fairly crystallized solitude here in the city seems a fine incubator for a New Sincerity. Filling out a slew of applications today, I completed a personality test for Borders. This test included questions such as "People can be so annoying" and "I take charge of small groups," followed by these options: Strongly Disagree, Disagree, Agree, Strongly Agree. After about 200 of these questions, I noticed a few things. One: responding to statements like "Not doing my work doesn't make upset", with their coupled negative constructions, can be a treacherous business should you try to answer too quickly. Two: statements like these garnered strong responses: "I fake being polite." "Most people are generally untrustworthy." "I prefer being alone." The first one especially got to me, perhaps because it touched on the strange social moments that abound every time I enter the streets. Looking for a job as I am, I phone or speak in person with all manner of strangers these days, and I turn on the charm to get the information I need, sure. As I type that, I a) dislike myself and b) know that that isn't the whole story. There is a real desire for self-representation, for mutual understanding in whatever encounter is going on, for yes some sincere congress with that person. It is and is not affected. I am my most socially content, am most comfortable and reassured of, I don't know, something, when convinced that some just-completed interaction has been genuine. I strive for that.

Hopefully Borders feels that this trait suits me to selling books in their name.

Kate, to use her poetic pseudonym, suggested in a recent & accidental excoriation of my poetry that I might not be writing for those people I think I'm writing for. "What do you mean?" I pursued. "You say you write so that everyone will understand just what you mean to say in the poems, but I don't know who 'Alex' is, or why his eyes are being propped open, or what that's supposed to mean in a larger sense..." If memory serves, she trailed off in frustration. "Well, that's a reference to 'A Clockwork Orange' ", I said, "but maybe the poem just needs another word or two there to provide a context..." Here, I trailed off. Because I do want the reader to follow. I have a sincere desire to alienate no man (or woman) of woman born. That's a Sincere desire I have.

If I inappropriate ape the capital-S Sincere in the above paragraph, I trust someone will help me out.

But I am unsure, now, struggling to write, how to accomplish this - how to achieve parity between innovation AND clarity, compression AND expansion, tragedy AND comedy. What's been said elsewhere about the NS chimes with my own theories about post-postmodernity, especially as it relates to poetry. The notion that postmodernism and its ironic dross does little for us now - although it did once do much that was crucial, I feel - is sound. How it jives, whether it jives, with the NS is a matter for tomorrow. By which time I'm sure, sure, I'll have a job.