Poem 258 – The New, the Rare, the Strange, the Refined

The new, the rare, the strange, the refined

The new we pursue with electric desire,
The old we treat with despite.
The strange we peruse with excitement and fire,
The familiar brings cold ashes and ice.
The rare is like us, an anachronism of progress,
The common is base and despised.
What is popular, vulgar and known is but boredom –
We only pursue the refined.


Dear readers,

The title quote is the motto of the dandy from the fin-de-siecle. They believed that in modernity, the collapse of all values and old ways of thinking in the face of dramatic change meant that the only thing worth pursuing was novelty. An exciting group of people.

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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