I hate whatever novel everybody’s praising now,
I hate any café that draws a crowd,
I hate the kind of people who are friends with everyone—
they’re always “dropping by,” always “have to run”—
I hate, in truth, popularity and the eager horde it brings.
I prefer to seek out rarer things,
and beauty—beauty like yours—is vanishingly rare—but then,
you’ve shared it with so many other men.

*****

Brooke Clark writes: “I hate all common things,” Callimachus says in the original of this poem, which is the Callimachean aesthetic in a nutshell: the search for the unusual word, the lesser-known version of the famous story, to lend your poetry the interest of the unusual. Like other poets of his time, he was searching for a way to get out of the massive shadow cast by Homer, the Epic Cycle, and the earlier lyric poets. I’ve always found the shift from the literary concerns of the first two thirds of the poem to the personal, romantic concerns at the end fascinating; do literary tendencies become a model for how one conducts one’s personal life? Or were the literary concerns just a metaphor for the personal? In those long-ago days when people criticized poetry on Twitter, I was criticized for repeating the phrase “I hate” when Callimachus uses a different verb for “hate” or “dislike” each time (the Callimachean aesthetic at work). I liked the anaphora, though, and I stuck with it.”

This poem originally appeared in Arion, Boston University’s Journal of Humanities and the Classics.

Brooke Clark is the author of the poetry collection Urbanities and has published work in Arion, Literary Imagination, THINK, The Walrus, LA Review of Books, and other places. He is also the editor of the online epigrams journal The Asses of Parnassus and the book reviews editor at Able Muse.
Twitter: @thatbrookeclark
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Photo: “Getty Museum” by kevin dooley is licensed under CC BY 2.0.