Who is your Favorite poet of all-time? Try the Survey!


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Hey Everyone,

Here is your chance to celebrate your all-time favorite poets, you will be able to choose a few of the ones in this list who have moved you the most. Tick the boxes next to the poets you treasure the most. These poets were shortlisted from an exhaustive and subjective review of the literature.

If you don’t see your favorites, let us know we can add a few more!

https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/363WYDH

Choose the poets who most impacted your own writing, those rare poets who truly you feel are the most influential poets in your life.

Do note: That some of the classical cannon have been omitted from the list quite on purpose: Shakespeare, Milton, Byron, Dante, Goethe, Hugo, etc… (to name a few) to give a chance for more recent and unusual poets to be listed. We’d very much like to add more non-European poets if possible from foreign countries with equal footing for female and male poets represented.

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We consider this list to be informative as to some of the best poetic literature humanity has produced recently, so if you don’t know some of these names, I suggest you look them up. Let us know if you “discover” anyone on this list that impresses you.

Please share this post on social media and here, to get a comprehensive survey going, thanks.

The Problem of Extinction #Poetry #Environment #Transhumanism #Amwriting


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Atlantis Returned

In the algebra of burning suns
I witnessed days
Like a blaze

From language, technology, culture
Species upon species going extinct
I was alive when this happened
And I felt the mourning

Of evolution, the transgression
Against God, unity in diversity

Extinction is sometimes
The only punishment nature

Has left, after the singularity

Some might flee into augmented reality
Decide not to travel
To other planets, busy in their

Immaterial gamification of reality
With their smart watches
Immersive glasses, fake telepathy
Levels of community

You told me of the setting hand
Of life and the hour when
Humanity would be judged

In the soul of Dead Mayans
I knew even global civilizations
Could destroy themselves
It wouldn’t be the first time.