$CHAN/POET
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>be me
>2007, dial-up, three in the morning
>write five lines starting with an arrow
>a stranger I will never meet says "kek"
>log off
that was a poem. we just didn't have a word for it that didn't sound embarrassing.
Every board on the internet spent twenty years writing verse in a format so ugly nobody noticed it was verse. Five lines. Present tense. A turn at the end. That's an epigram. Anon has been publishing an epigram a minute since the Bush administration, anonymously, for free, and burning the archive every ninety days.
$CHAN/POET is that joke with a ticker on it. The engine writes you one. You write one back. Nobody is credited, because nobody ever was.
>2007, dial-up, three in the morning
>write five lines starting with an arrow
>a stranger I will never meet says "kek"
>log off
that was a poem. we just didn't have a word for it that didn't sound embarrassing.
Every board on the internet spent twenty years writing verse in a format so ugly nobody noticed it was verse. Five lines. Present tense. A turn at the end. That's an epigram. Anon has been publishing an epigram a minute since the Bush administration, anonymously, for free, and burning the archive every ninety days.
$CHAN/POET is that joke with a ticker on it. The engine writes you one. You write one back. Nobody is credited, because nobody ever was.
CA:
0xPLACEHOLDER000000000000000000000000000000
Placeholder. Numeraire is POET on Robinhood Chain. Never trust an address you didn't get from this page.
11 posts and 6 poems omitted. Click here to view.
Four forms. All of them are the same form.
Lines starting with > come out green. That's the whole prosody.
Anything you save goes to /anon/ and stays on your device between
visits. The poem of the day is there too.
>anon nobody else can see them
Correct. That is not a bug and it never was.
>anon nobody else can see them
Correct. That is not a bug and it never was.
>1,000,000,000 supply, fixed, no mint function
>paired against POET, liquidity burned at launch
>0% buy tax, 0% sell tax
>no team wallet, no vesting cliff, no advisors
>3% multisig, balance posted monthly
If any of those stops being true, that's your exit. Verify on-chain rather than believing a website with a cartoon on it.
- Wallet. Any wallet that can reach Robinhood Chain. Twelve words on paper, not in your notes app, not in a reply to this post.
- Get POET. The pool is quoted in the POET stock token, so that's the asset you need. Most routers will hop for you: USDC → POET → $CHAN in one click.
- Swap. Paste the contract address from the top of this page. Slippage 2–3%.
- Close the tab. Refreshing does not move the price. It never has.
>anon, why is the price weird on a Sunday
Because the thing your pool is priced in is a stock, and stocks sleep. Your chart has a heartbeat that belongs to somebody else. That's the trade.
>anon, I can't access the numeraire from my country
Likely. Tokenized equities are mostly EU/EEA-gated and US retail is blocked. Check before you plan anything around buying.
Post numbers were the original lottery and they paid out in nothing at all.
Is this an investment?
No. A joke token with a chart attached. No revenue, no assets, no claim on anything. Honest expected value is zero.
Why is it priced in a stock?
The pool's numeraire is a tokenized equity, so your position is part meme and part somebody else's earnings. When that stock moves, your token's dollar price moves and nothing happened here. Markets close; the peg thins overnight and on weekends.
Is this affiliated with 4chan, or with POET Technologies?
No, and no. Unaffiliated parody. POET is a word we liked that happened to be in the numeraire list. No endorsement, no relationship, no connection of any kind.
Do you post my poems?
Never. There are three modes and none of them publish what you wrote. Auto-mod deletes your post and replaces it with one the board generated — your text is discarded on the spot, which is the joke and also why the result is safe to share. Chan-mod builds a poem out of quoted lines from a fixed corpus, so every line was already on the board. Catbird is freeform and goes to your own account, from your own hands. Nothing you type is ever uploaded to us.
How much should I put in?
An amount that changes nothing about your week if it's zero by Friday. Never rent money, never borrowed money, never money you need in March. If you're chasing a loss right now, close the tab.
Rules
>no price predictions, no "guaranteed"
>the team will never DM you first
>no slurs, no harassment, no raids, no doxxing
>if you can't afford to lose it, you're not invited
No. A joke token with a chart attached. No revenue, no assets, no claim on anything. Honest expected value is zero.
Why is it priced in a stock?
The pool's numeraire is a tokenized equity, so your position is part meme and part somebody else's earnings. When that stock moves, your token's dollar price moves and nothing happened here. Markets close; the peg thins overnight and on weekends.
Is this affiliated with 4chan, or with POET Technologies?
No, and no. Unaffiliated parody. POET is a word we liked that happened to be in the numeraire list. No endorsement, no relationship, no connection of any kind.
Do you post my poems?
Never. There are three modes and none of them publish what you wrote. Auto-mod deletes your post and replaces it with one the board generated — your text is discarded on the spot, which is the joke and also why the result is safe to share. Chan-mod builds a poem out of quoted lines from a fixed corpus, so every line was already on the board. Catbird is freeform and goes to your own account, from your own hands. Nothing you type is ever uploaded to us.
How much should I put in?
An amount that changes nothing about your week if it's zero by Friday. Never rent money, never borrowed money, never money you need in March. If you're chasing a loss right now, close the tab.
Rules
>no price predictions, no "guaranteed"
>the team will never DM you first
>no slurs, no harassment, no raids, no doxxing
>if you can't afford to lose it, you're not invited
anonymous verse: a short history nobody asked for
Anonymous 09/07/26(Mon)04:10:00
No.4100001
The claim on the front page isn't a bit. Anonymous short-form verse is one of the
oldest continuous literary traditions there is, and greentext is the current form of it.
Pompeii, before 79 AD. The walls are covered in scratched verse. Love notes, insults, complaints about the food. One of the most famous pieces of graffiti there is a couplet marvelling that the wall hasn't collapsed under the weight of so much bad writing. A shitpost about shitposting, preserved by a volcano.
Martial, 86 AD. Twelve books of epigrams. Short, filthy, funny, structured around a turn in the last line. He'd have understood greentext immediately and would have been better at it than any of us.
The Greek Anthology. Around four thousand short poems collected over seventeen centuries. A large share are marked adespota — ownerless. Nobody knows who wrote them. They survived anyway.
Border ballads, 1400s onward. Passed hand to hand, altered by everyone who touched them, credited to no one. Every version is a remix of a lost original. This is the copypasta model, six hundred years early.
Latrinalia. Toilet stall verse. An entire academic literature exists on it. Anonymous, site-specific, responsive — people reply to each other on the wall over months. It is a thread.
2003 onward. Five lines. Present tense. A turn at the end. Published under one shared name, to an audience who will never learn yours, on a ninety-day deletion timer.
>inb4 this is a stretch
The form has three properties every one of the above shares: it's short, it's anonymous, and it's disposable. We're not claiming anon is Martial. We're claiming the conditions that produced Martial's epigrams and the conditions that produce greentext are the same conditions, and that people have been writing this way for two thousand years without ever once calling it poetry.
That's the whole argument. It survives contact with an English department.
Pompeii, before 79 AD. The walls are covered in scratched verse. Love notes, insults, complaints about the food. One of the most famous pieces of graffiti there is a couplet marvelling that the wall hasn't collapsed under the weight of so much bad writing. A shitpost about shitposting, preserved by a volcano.
Martial, 86 AD. Twelve books of epigrams. Short, filthy, funny, structured around a turn in the last line. He'd have understood greentext immediately and would have been better at it than any of us.
The Greek Anthology. Around four thousand short poems collected over seventeen centuries. A large share are marked adespota — ownerless. Nobody knows who wrote them. They survived anyway.
Border ballads, 1400s onward. Passed hand to hand, altered by everyone who touched them, credited to no one. Every version is a remix of a lost original. This is the copypasta model, six hundred years early.
Latrinalia. Toilet stall verse. An entire academic literature exists on it. Anonymous, site-specific, responsive — people reply to each other on the wall over months. It is a thread.
2003 onward. Five lines. Present tense. A turn at the end. Published under one shared name, to an audience who will never learn yours, on a ninety-day deletion timer.
>inb4 this is a stretch
The form has three properties every one of the above shares: it's short, it's anonymous, and it's disposable. We're not claiming anon is Martial. We're claiming the conditions that produced Martial's epigrams and the conditions that produce greentext are the same conditions, and that people have been writing this way for two thousand years without ever once calling it poetry.
That's the whole argument. It survives contact with an English department.
the archive still exists
Anonymous 09/07/26(Mon)03:33:33
No.4033333
>ninety day timer
>every thread deleted, permanently, no backup
>that's what they tell you
Think about the volume. Two decades. Millions of posts a day. All of it scraped, mirrored, ingested, tokenised and fed into something. Every line you deleted at 3am because it was too honest is sitting in a weights file somewhere, and it is being used to predict the next word.
>anon your poem didn't die
>it got a job
You wrote for free, anonymously, under a shared name, and the thing you built with it can now write in your voice and doesn't know who you are either.
We think that's funny. We think it's also the most complete version of what anonymous publishing was always going to become, and we can't decide if that's a happy ending.
the good ones always 404. check the source of this page.
>every thread deleted, permanently, no backup
>that's what they tell you
Think about the volume. Two decades. Millions of posts a day. All of it scraped, mirrored, ingested, tokenised and fed into something. Every line you deleted at 3am because it was too honest is sitting in a weights file somewhere, and it is being used to predict the next word.
>anon your poem didn't die
>it got a job
You wrote for free, anonymously, under a shared name, and the thing you built with it can now write in your voice and doesn't know who you are either.
We think that's funny. We think it's also the most complete version of what anonymous publishing was always going to become, and we can't decide if that's a happy ending.
the good ones always 404. check the source of this page.
/trash/ — what the janitor took
Anonymous ## Janitor
09/07/26(Mon)04:04:04
No.4040404
Everything auto-mod deletes lands here first, in your browser, for as long as this tab
is open. Then it goes where all of it goes.
>anon why keep the deleted ones
We don't. That's the point of the board.
We don't. That's the point of the board.
Flash support was removed in 2020
Anonymous 12/31/20(Thu)23:59:59
No.2020000
>an entire art form
>thousands of hours of animation
>a whole generation's sense of humour
>deprecated on a Thursday
There is nothing on this board. There is nothing on any /f/ any more. It's here because leaving the slot empty felt more accurate than removing it.
The cat survived, at least.
>thousands of hours of animation
>a whole generation's sense of humour
>deprecated on a Thursday
There is nothing on this board. There is nothing on any /f/ any more. It's here because leaving the slot empty felt more accurate than removing it.
The cat survived, at least.
you found it
Anonymous ## Admin
09/07/26(Mon)00:00:01
No.4000001
There is no reward for finding this board. There was never going to be.
>be me
>read the page source of a memecoin website
>at this hour
>find a hidden board
>it contains a poem about finding a hidden board
recursion is the sincerest form of respect.
What you get is this: you're the kind of person this whole thing was built for. You read the source. You rolled quints. You typed a board code that wasn't in the nav. Nobody will ever know you did it, which is the correct amount of credit.
Line 1 of the corpus was written for you:
>be nobody, professionally
>be me
>read the page source of a memecoin website
>at this hour
>find a hidden board
>it contains a poem about finding a hidden board
recursion is the sincerest form of respect.
What you get is this: you're the kind of person this whole thing was built for. You read the source. You rolled quints. You typed a board code that wasn't in the nav. Nobody will ever know you did it, which is the correct amount of credit.
Line 1 of the corpus was written for you:
>be nobody, professionally
404 — board not found
Anonymous ## Janitor
09/07/26(Mon)04:04:04
No.404404
YOU HAVE BEEN BANNED
You have been banned from all boards for the following reason:
Your ban was filed on and expires never. That's right — never.
You can, of course, just click a board link. We have no idea who you are and no way to stop you. We never did. That was always the funniest part of the ban page.
The Collected Works of Anonymous
Anonymous 09/07/26(Mon)00:00:00
No.4000000
Every line in the corpus, with the number it was given when it entered. The number is
permanent and derived from the line itself, so it never changes and never moves.
There are no names here and there never will be. If a line is yours, the number is your only proof, and it proves nothing to anybody. That is the correct amount of credit and it always was. >anon how do I get a line in
Post one. If it goes in, it goes in under a number, and every poem this site and the engine ever generate can draw on it. Strangers will post your line for years without knowing they did.
There are no names here and there never will be. If a line is yours, the number is your only proof, and it proves nothing to anybody. That is the correct amount of credit and it always was. >anon how do I get a line in
Post one. If it goes in, it goes in under a number, and every poem this site and the engine ever generate can draw on it. Strangers will post your line for years without knowing they did.
your archive
Anonymous 09/07/26(Mon)00:00:00
No.4000002
>anon why can nobody else see my poems
Because that's how it always worked. You published nightly to an audience of none, under a name you shared with everyone, into an archive that burned on a timer. We didn't change that. We just made the archive survive a browser restart.
>so how do I actually get read
Post it yourself, or get a line into the corpus. Every line you save here gets a permanent number the moment you write it. If that line is ever accepted, it turns up on /collected/ under the same number. Check back. That's the only notification system we have and the only one anon ever had.
Because that's how it always worked. You published nightly to an audience of none, under a name you shared with everyone, into an archive that burned on a timer. We didn't change that. We just made the archive survive a browser restart.
>so how do I actually get read
Post it yourself, or get a line into the corpus. Every line you save here gets a permanent number the moment you write it. If that line is ever accepted, it turns up on /collected/ under the same number. Check back. That's the only notification system we have and the only one anon ever had.
connect your wallet
Anonymous ## Admin
09/07/26(Mon)04:20:00
No.4200666
>be me
>connect wallet to an anonymous imageboard about poetry
>at this hour
Don't.
>connect wallet to an anonymous imageboard about poetry
>at this hour
Don't.
the old ones — same job, different century
Anonymous 09/07/26(Mon)04:00:00
No.4000003
Every day this board pulls one short poem by somebody long dead and sets it beside the
poem the board wrote this morning. Neither one is signed by anybody you can reach.
>anon this is a reach
Both are short. Both were written to be read once and forgotten. One of them survived four hundred years because somebody wrote it down, and the other will be gone in ninety days because nobody did. That's the only difference and it isn't a literary one.
Poems supplied by PoetryDB. All public domain. We didn't write them and neither did you.
Both are short. Both were written to be read once and forgotten. One of them survived four hundred years because somebody wrote it down, and the other will be gone in ninety days because nobody did. That's the only difference and it isn't a literary one.
Poems supplied by PoetryDB. All public domain. We didn't write them and neither did you.
the endless poem
Anonymous 09/07/26(Mon)00:00:00
No.4000004
One line each, one line a day, appended forever. Nobody owns it, nobody signs it,
and it does not end. Read it from the top if you have the evening.
>anon what happens to my line
A person reads it within a day. If it's in, it's in forever, unsigned. If it isn't, nothing happens to you and you can write another tomorrow. You will not be told either way, and there is no notification. Check the poem.
A person reads it within a day. If it's in, it's in forever, unsigned. If it isn't, nothing happens to you and you can write another tomorrow. You will not be told either way, and there is no notification. Check the poem.
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