Postcards from the Imagination

"That was my problem, so to speak, and my gageure—to play the small handful of values really for all they were worth—and to work my system, my particular propriety of appeal, particular degree of pressure on the spring of interest, for all that this specific ingenuity itself might be. To have a scheme and a view of its dignity is of course to congruously work it out, and the "amusement" of the chronicle in question—by which, once more, I always mean the gathered cluster of all the kinds of interest—was exactly to see what a consummate application of such sincerities would give."  Henry James, Preface to The Golden Bowl

What kind of poetry might emerge, I wonder, from the consummate application of sincerity to a gathered cluster of all the kinds of interest—head, heart, spirit, genitalia, the public, the private, the social, the psychological, the objective, the experiential, and so forth?