14th
NEW SINCERITY
Love Note to Self and Others
by Matt Hart
I swear to tell the truth, but I’m lost without a fiction.
Something about a prophet in the belly of a fish.
Or was it a fit of disobedience, a dalliance with an oyster?
When you arrive for dinner, I take off your muzzle,
but you refuse to rocket. I, of course, can’t help it,
so sayeth, very plainly, a lot of architects’ names
and sound the whole time worried
of someone else’s deconstruction.
The roses in rhinoceroses. The tubas in caboose.
This is the place I recuse myself. I say,
Dear little man with the lemonade stand,
please get out of my brian. I am not, here,
meaning to address you. What I really mean
is golf club lightning bolt strike! What I realize today is to hurt.
And now that the costume party is finally breaking up,
somebody shatters to his death in an arm chair.
The reindeer look bored for most of the year,
then it snows. The dancers sneer.
My mother still thinks I’m an ingrate street lamp.
What can I say, but that I’m sorry for nothing.
Another rabbit crashes, killing four hundred greyhounds.
I hate us for the plethora we’ve become.
From “EAT SHIT!: A Manifesto for the New Sincerity,” by Joseph Massey:
The New Sincerity rejects Top Gun sunglasses and floppy bangs that scream “trying too hard!”
The New Sincerity rejects the inside egg-headed jokes of academic crackers!
FUCK YOU, and your THEORY GOGGLES!”
Messianism & the Promise of a “New Sincerity”
article by Jason Morris in Jacket 35
Something I like about New Sincerity:
The band “High Places”
Something I don’t like about New Sincerity:
The film “You and Me and Everyone we Know“


