Jim Behrle asks some questions about the New Sincerity that I’d like to address in this post.
It seems to me redundant (and tiresome) to give the entire rundown of the “History of the New Sincerity” here, especially since I’ve done this a few times in the past, on this blog, and in others’ comment boxes. Other bloggers like Seth Abramson, Ginger Heatter, and of course, my friend Joe Massey have, at times, collected various documents concerning the New Sincerity. The best of these roundups, courtesy of Neil Aitken, lives here. These are, at least up until August 22nd, the “core documents” of the New Sincerity.
That said, I should clarify a few things.
1) I have problems with the word “movement,” but people (including myself) have been calling it a movement, and this designation implies certain tendencies in those who claim allegiance. Namely, since a movement is ostensibly something one can join, it is a club. And clubs are like teams. And teams are like armies. And armies, are by nature, adversarial. By branding your “club” a “movement” you invite bellicosity, or at least open the door for the possibility of squabbles. Squabbling, in itself, is not always a bad thing because sometimes it leads to productive conversation. Other times, it's just squabbling.
2) When I first “introduced” the term “New Sincerity” (though I didn’t invent it—please see my Note below) on this blog, back in June, I called it a “school,” in a post responding to Jonathan Mayhew’s post about “period styles” in poetry. It became a “movement’ (I’m guessing) approximately a month later when Joe Massey wrote a manifesto. I think manifestos are neat but, again, I am wary of movements.
3) Why am I wary of movements? Because they invite speculation along the lines of “what are YOU gonna do to make poetry better?” The short answer is “well, try to write better poems.” Of course, none of us are going to make "Poetry" better or worse. It just is. As a teacher, I’m going to make sure students read a lot of poetry. I think Jim is correct when he notes that MFAers (and other students of poetry) need exactly as much time as they need to “find” themselves. Pushy teachers are not going to help matters. Pushy teachers are going to push talented students away. This might, in the long run, be a good thing—but only if the talented students are resilient enough to weather the initial rejection and disappointment and continue to write poetry on their own terms.
4) The New Sincerity (whatever it is) is not focused on being adversarial. We are against no one school of poetry (not even the SOQ or the “Tortilla School”). We are for being passionate about poetry, and being honest with ourselves and with others about the kind of poetry we like to read, would like to write, and would like to teach. When I say something like “I don’t like boring poems” (which may be a bit trite or obtuse for some readers) I mean exactly that. I know too, that I’m not engaged in a battle, per se, because any such battle will lose. Once again, I invoke here Sturgeon’s Law and that Vonnegut bit about anti-glacier books.
5) The New Sincerity then, is focused on poetry we like, not that which we do not. We run parallel to existing traditions.
6) Jimmy asks the following: “Is it impossible to write good poems any other way than yours? Why all the blog-noise? Show us your hearts.”
Nope. There are all kinds of great ways to write poems. Just looking at poems by myself, Andy Mister, Charlie Jensen, Reb Livingston, Laurel Snyder, Joseph Massey, Gina Myers, and a number of others we admire (Franz Wright—even tho’ he threatened to sue me, Jess Mynes, etc.) should provide ample evidence of this. Come look at my bookshelf.
Why all the blog-noise? I’m not sure. I guess our initial notes toward a New Sincerity struck nerves. I’ve responded to many posts and questions. So if that’s noise, cool.
7) Collectively, what we can or will do remains to be seen. Jim already mentioned that Andy Mister is a good poet and reader. Anyone who has seen Massey read or who owns one of his chapbooks can attest to his strength as a poet. Reb Livingston’s “No Tell Motel” regularly publishes work that I enjoy. Andy & I have written a collaborative chapbook manuscript of poems that might be “newly sincere.” Other works, individually and collaboratively, are forthcoming.
IN CONCLUSION, this is not about “us vs. them.” We’re just some people who like poetry. Some of us teach it. Some of us write it. All of us read it.
NOTE: "The New Sincerity" was coined by Andy Mister during a drinking contest in December 2004 in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco.
"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes
Monday, September 19, 2005
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8 comments:
That's cool. Thanks. I take Ethan's statement and much of the p.r. around his latest book to be bellicose. Yeah. I like him, I like his poems, I'm turned off by his born-again pr at the moment. I don't see how it fits into what you've written here, what I've seen on your blogs, what I've heard in chapbooks and at readings. So whether that's a butterfly you want to press into your notebook or not, I don't know--it doesn't sound like how you *roll*.
Keep on Truckin'
Luv
Jimmy
Hey Jimmy,
That's cool. I don't personally know Ethan at all. I just found his new direction rather interesting (if it is, in fact, a new direction).
Conversion narratives often smack of ulterior motives, I know. I certainly didn't mean to imply (tho' I probably did) that EP is a poster boy for the New Sincerity. I only meant that, if we are to take what he says sincerely (and since I don't know him, I have no reason not to)I'm impressed by the similarity of his thoughts below to what some of us have discussed among ourselves.
It was sorta like a "sincerity sighting"--and to use your metaphor, a butterfly--hey! look at that! that butterfly used to be all into goth paint and shit but now it's flying pastels--pastels that WE like.
Peace,
TR
I'm sure he's sincere--whether he's NS ~shrug~. Just why can't his new book be about whatever it's about? Why this "there's too much Brooklyn poetry out there, the MFAs are pumping out crap, blah blah." I mean, if that's what's keeping him up at night then *wow*. There's this cute girl on friendster that I am thinking of. And working to keep skittles on paintings without eating them all. But I don't live in Buffalo. I live in Brooklyn. Lots of poets do and lots of poets don't. So what? If your grand poetic statement is I DON'T LIVE IN BROOKLYN then there's a Bridge for Sale, what*do*you*say?
Luv
Jimmy
Who is saying that anyone's grand poetic statement is "I don't live in Brooklyn"? Who even mentioned Brooklyn? I WISH I lived in Brooklyn!
That's part of Ethan's press release, I've heard. That Brooklyn thing...
Brooklyn needs more Mister!
Luv
Jimmy
PS: "Gimps?" Is that some grand poetic statement? Name one poet that's a gimp...
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Does Genet have a blog? Who the hell is talking about Genet?
Luv
Jimmy
I say fuck this. Let's all move to Ashland, OR, and bunk with Kasey Mohammad.
Paquin did say something about Brooklyn in his press release, but it didn't really make any sense. I guess he's not fond of Brooklyn.
Why do I have to move? To make Ethan Paquin feel better/less insecure?
With This Poem He Confirms His Position Among the Foremost of Younger American Poets
[for Ethan Paquin]
in hindsight knowing how much was at stake
I probably should have showered
but I'm just cloying and you are being fooled
by the thin rails of non-light
shot from the weapons inside my pupils
God's breath's all pepperminty
which I know because God has been kissing my neck
lately / some kind of cascading combination
of light, fire and ocean smothered with italics
behold the fingerprints on my matte finish!
I feel things that are rare among poets my age
after the prom I got to 2nd base with God
in the parking lot of Denny's
guess who's a heartfelt boy filled with raw emotion
betwixt machines with scary dvd players
for hearts / they eat overpriced sushi
in the hurt light during a hurt hour in the hurt water
that no one else but me sees
let me be a hydra of non-ironic hurt and waterlight
tonight I lie awake in a pile of your poems
having fooled so many readers
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