Poetry is dead. Can poetry live long thanks to technology?

Poetry is dead. For many decades it was closed in a coffin of self-referentiality, sealed by nails of conservatism, buried under a thick layer of miserable vanity.
Poetry has been kept away from the present, away from technology, away from the digital revolution.
But it could not help continuing to be a space in which to contain heartbeats and glimpses of hell. The indissoluble link between the word and the mystery that humans carry within themselves could not fail to remain.
Then Instagram arrived with its desire to put vanity in the window. Many have improvised and defined themselves as poets, without knowing almost anything about the spirit of poetry. Someone has succeeded in gathering great masses of admirers. The more then they disappear: poetry lives its dignity in the time that flows. Poetry cannot be confined to the satisfaction of vanity.
In the meantime the “traditional” poets kept the memory of the great poets in the closed of their small circles.
No one really faced up the vocation of poetry to hybridize with other arts and above all with technology.
And so these circles have collected and produced increasingly dead words, verbal zombies rotten in the absence of evolution.
Poetry cannot be conservatism.
Then digital art and blockchain arrived. Many artists have immediately understood that even the metaverse can be a territory in which to flourish Art. And Poetry is Art. And it can’t be self-referential.
And so poetry saw the light for its resurrection.
Today there are all the conditions for poetry to explode with all its revolutionary energy in this new world. Indeed, it is the task of men and women of today to trace the paths with which to bring poetry among the bits that are building the new world.
Poetry is dead. Poetry is resurrected