Spend any amount of time on Instagram these days and it’s hard to avoid it. Times New Roman or Special Elite type on a white background. Poorly punctuated platitudes about being in love or feeling unloved, written like uppercase letters are illegal.

Poetry once more flows freely in the mainstream.

But how did we go from William Blake to R.M Drake?

From “Tyger Tyger, burning bright” to this:

Effortless and obvious in a genre known to be careful and cryptic, Insta-poetry speaks to people in a way that feels like it understands them. But more important, in a way that's easy for them to understand.

The most popular among these social media poets, like Rupi Kaur, R.M. Drake, and Atticus, are putting out multiple "poems" a day to the tune of tens of thousands of Likes.

So when another one of these words-on-white-space poems popped up on my feed, I thought to myself:

"That doesn't look so hard."

It was an experiment only meant to last a few months. Instead, it turned into a year-long endeavor, 4000 followers, and ~$1600 USD in sales of a physical poetry book.

In poking fun at the Insta-poet, I had become an Insta-poet. And it pains me to say it but, at the time, I didn’t even know it.

The birth of t. t. poet (@thetumblrpoet)

There are millions of Insta-poets around the world, but most seemed to follow the same rules of the game:

  1. Use a pen name (not too many syllables or, even better, just initials).
  2. Be elusive with your identity (never reveal your face).
  3. employ lowercase letters only, and commas, sporadically.

Easy enough. I grabbed a 🤔 emoji pillow from my couch, put a beanie on it (in my mind, all poets wear beanies).

That's how t.t. poet, or @thetumblrpoet, was born.

@thretumblrpoet Instagram profile and bio
"😔🥀" became my signature sign-off, which the audience started using to show they were in on the joke.

I started a running note of mundane observations, and every Sunday I'd whip up several poems at a time in Canva—immersing myself in the modern poet's process.

I published a new “poem” every day that, if it wasn't deep, at least sounded the part.

After a few months subjecting my poetry to the feedback loop of filling up empty hearts (getting Likes), the algorithm pushed me to a style that seemed to resonate with people.

I grew a small but engaged audience on Instagram attracted to my brand of poetry, relying mostly on hashtags, interactions with similar accounts, and light automation in the beginning to Like posts from relevant users.

Turns out Instagram poets are a heavily networked bunch, some even forming pods to promote each others' poetry, so making poet-friends was easy.

@depressingfridgepoems was one such account that shared a similar vibe.

More than a following: Finding fans

What kept me going was seeing how different people reacted. Some got the joke right away and even participated in the comments. Some completely missed the parody because they were its target.

I could've followed and unfollowed people to grow a much larger following—but what I wanted was fans like the greats of micro-poetry had.

And fans I found.

People who clocked onto what I was doing found it amusing. But the people who didn't were the most amusing to me.
It takes me 20 seconds to create one of these in Canva.

At one point, I even promised my followers I'd do a face reveal if I got 1000 likes on a post.

Unfortunately, the post got 2000 likes, so I had to call it off.

I used to think the difference between Art and Content was that Art was made to express oneself and Content was made to be consumed.

But The Tumblr Poet had become a living satire—a piece of art I made to express myself that had to become content before it could be art.

And in a way, this parody helped me see where the line blurred, that for these Insta-poets to make a living from their art, they had to make content too.

Step 1. Become an Insta-poet. Step 2. Profit.

My poetry finally had a real audience, but it felt incomplete. True legitimacy for the Insta-poet can only be found one way: merch.

I started thinking about what products I could sell:

  • T-shirts? Maybe later.
  • Mugs? Doubt anyone would buy them.
  • A book? The answer was obvious.

I had a lot of poems written at this point so most of the work was done. All I had to do was curate my top performers, make them work for print, and write a dozen more until I had my first poetry book.

The book was appropriately titled: Flowers Are Just Tiny Trees.

I bugged some coworkers to help me with the cover illustration (Skye Zhang 🙏🏾) and the book layout (Vineeth Sampath 🙏🏾). I wanted it to be a product that people mistook for a Rupi Kaur book, picked up to leaf through, and snort-laughed when its true nature revealed itself.

screenshot of www.thetumblrpoet.com

I set up a website using an old Shopify store with Lulu Xpress to print and ship the book on-demand. Aside from a ~$150 Facebook campaign I ran as an experiment, I focused on getting all my sales organically:

  • I drove people to a coming soon page to build an email list while I prepared the book for launch.
  • I used Instagram's product tagging feature to tag photos of pages from the book, making it easier for my audience to buy it.
  • I turned on post notifications for creators who shared my audience, leaving good comments on fresh posts to draw people to my profile.  
  • I sent free copies out to a handful of larger accounts (I didn't make a lot of sales but got some new followers).
  • Some people googled the book after seeing it in the wild to buy a copy of their own.
  • A few people bought a 2nd copy as a gag gift to send to a friend.

People I knew bought the book of course. But I didn't expect so many orders from strangers. I was surprised to discover that my spoof of a poetry book had legs and people were actually enjoying it, sharing it, and leaving positive reviews.

Even though I've retired from the poetry game, I still get the occasional book order
christine hammonds flowers are just tiny trees i really am so happy with this purchase. it was my first purchase using apple pay and my first purchase buying something that i found on instagram! it was delivered super quickly and it is just such a cute inspiring poetry fast read! so much fun!  b 09/04/2020  brie vanderwolf better than expected i kept getting ads for this and finally decided to buy it. it came super quickly, and is even better and funnier than i thought it would be. definitely a good purchase.  amber tarlton it's the best book i've ever read seriously everyone needs this book 😂
Total strangers left reviews. The lowest rating was 4 stars—because the person wished it was hardcover.

As of today, I've made about $1600 USD in revenue from a $15 book—all from the counterintuitive idea of publishing words on a photo-sharing app.

Poetpreneurs? In this creator economy?

It's almost like poetry was waiting for social media all these years. To help carry it literally into the hands of the masses. To open poets up to rapid feedback loops, low-barrier merchandising, and the opportunity to grow an audience they could call their own. Writers could now reap the recognition and revenue that the poets of the past never saw while they were living.

Now, is this species of poetry any good? That's up to the consumer, as T.T. Poet taught me.

But it does bring me some joy as a writer to know that the written word on today's internet can still compete with selfies and photos of a meal that you paid someone else to cook.

Or to put it in the words of this Instagram poet:

there are two things that,
always move people:
getting evicted by your landlord,
and poetry.

—t.t. poet 😔🥀