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@poeticaatelli
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346subscribers
-7 since we began measuring on 7 August 2026
Risers and fallers across the register · movement among entries of Under 1,000.
| Telegram ID | -1001174655247 |
|---|---|
| Type | Channel |
| Username | @poeticaatelli |
| Created | 28 May 2021 — measured — cross-checked against a third-party dataset (ext.tg_channel) |
| First recorded | 7 August 2026 |
| Last confirmed live | 13 September 2026 |
| Measurements held | 6 |
| Confirmed unchanged | 1 time, most recently 13 September 2026 |
| On Telegram | t.me/poeticaatelli |
Literature — a classification, not a measurement. An on-box language model (Qwen3.6-35B-A3B-FP8, prompt version 1) read this channel’s own recent posts on 22 September 2026 and assigned it the closest of 31 fixed categories, at 100% confidence. This is a model’s judgement about what the channel is likely to be about, not a fact this register measured the way a subscriber count or a view count is measured — it can be revised on a later pass, and it carries no weight anywhere else on this page. How this classification works, and why it has no browse page of its own yet.
| Measured (UTC) | Subscribers | Change |
|---|---|---|
| 13 Sept 2026, 22:01 | 346 | -3 |
| 5 Sept 2026, 16:17 | 349 | -4 |
| 22 Aug 2026, 08:45 | 353 | -1 |
| 15 Aug 2026, 14:04 | 354 | +1 |
| 7 Aug 2026, 05:01 | 353 | no change |
| 7 Aug 2026, 04:59 | 353 | first reading |
20 posts held, back to 29 May 2024 — the reader has not yet reached the start of this channel’s public history, so older posts may sit further back, unread. Read across 1 page of Telegram’s post history, 20 posts per page.
Nothing published in the last 30 days. ERR and ER are rolling 30-day measures, so there is nothing to compute — we hold 20 posts for this entry, the most recent from 1 June 2026. An engagement rate over an empty window would be a number about nothing.
165 reactions across 18 posts, in 9 distinct kinds. The most used accounts for 20.0% of them.
| Reaction | Count | Share | Share, drawn |
|---|---|---|---|
| ⚡ | 33 | 20.0% | |
| ❤ | 32 | 19.4% | |
| 👍 | 28 | 17.0% | |
| 🔥 | 23 | 13.9% | |
| 😁 | 17 | 10.3% | |
| 👏 | 15 | 9.09% | |
| ❤🔥 | 12 | 7.27% | |
| 💘 | 3 | 1.82% | |
| 💯 | 2 | 1.21% |
No sentiment is inferred, and none should be read in. This table is ordered by count and by nothing else. Emoji do not carry stable meaning across languages or communities — 🙏 is thanks in one channel and mourning in another — so we publish which ones were pressed and how often, and pass no judgement on what an audience meant by them.
Precision. Telegram publishes reaction counts per emoji and short-forms each one — 4.34K, 1.2M — so any single kind at or above 1,000 reaches us at three significant figures, and only counts below 1,000 are exact. The shares above are ratios of those figures and carry the same error. This is also why the total here can differ slightly from a reaction total printed elsewhere on the page: both are sums of the same rounded parts, taken over samples with different edges.
Coverage. Reactions were read on 19 of the 20 sampled posts in this sample. Summed by Telegram’s own count on each post — not by adding up the per-emoji breakdown above — those same posts carry 165 reactions in total: the kind of figure the paragraph above means by “a reaction total printed elsewhere on the page”.
Measured over the 20 most recent posts we hold, published 29 May 2024 to 1 June 2026, using the newest reading held for each. Telegram Stars are excluded: they are a payment, not a reaction, and they have their own section.
Of Wolf Met With Mongrel Who art thou, fettered nobleman, o’ blood of such renown? Forebear founded treachery has greying fur be found. Born of bounded pedigree, yet still a mutt is met, A flag be waved in impotence, a father furrowed yet. Thou born of lupine lineage, but rot in root is bade, Purity is cast away for mongrels to be made. The shape and noble silhouette of tearer, render sent To gnaw upon the blood and…
❤🔥4
Roots of the Rite We are at once such a great many men, for a man to his father is not to his son. To each we approach with a differing face; a wandering guest is an outcast to some. Is one unto comrade and mother the same, is one unto lover the same unto friend? Stand in one place and find for yourself one journey’s beginning and one journey’s end. All beneath Heaven have likenesses cast of Immortals in differing t…
💯2
In Marble To ply from word thy splendid form in rendered spoken tongue Would be to drag it down to mortal word as yet unsung. No ink could meet the measure of the curves that I caress; No word could find the worthy form of beauty thou possess. If some material or something suitable appear; No song could match thy timbre that still dances on the ear. The only thing remaining that can match thy honeyed words Is wind …
❤5💘2
Glaring Glass An alabaster labyrinth of marrow torn in twain, Placed upon a podium, in death defiled again. Denied the right to rest; a box of bones is scarce a tomb, A cage of glass to glare at where the lecherous have loomed. Gawking open-mouthed, a man with little he possessed Is banded on parade to ignorance, wanton excess. Instead of placing trust amidst the heralds of the age, A corpse is second-time defiled, …
Hymn to Jupiter What endless and swirling sea of those tideless waves ever lapping at stillness in storm, Ineffable cosmos of matter and mist to which no hand might hope to give function and form, Dwelt motionless shifting on sunless horizon, a maelstrom of substance, cacophonous cry, Lightless in shimmers shone outward and inner, seeking the sight of yet unopened eye. All things together in nothingness bound, wrapp…
⚡8❤2
Yesterday's Dystopias How once we used to think of worlds far darker than our own, Palaces to tyrants built upon their soldiers' bones, Wherein all would serve to fuel an endless war machine; A hellscape that emerges from within the darkest dreams. What terror would we live in if such things would come to pass, Human beings devoted to nothing but faith and wrath? Thankfully we all are spared such a terrible fate! Ig…
⚡5❤3
Perun A host to yonder field made claim, To wolven den in serpent’s name, And stripped the golden-bountied soil Wherever tilled the serpent’s coil. Wounds of bygone ages wept From open, deepest bitter depth, A hiss, a flash of forked tongue That lapped the life from fettered lung. Venom found that weeping vein Engulphed in paralysing pain, Left to languish lifeless state, Bemoaned a misanthropic fate. When once-whi…
⚡9
The Lion A storm of sin and silence cracked against the violent calm, What little left of luxury gave way to force of arms. Indifference and ignorance had found the fate be forced, As maggots writhed and danced amidst the lion’s bloated corpse. Pried apart and cast aside in rumours spake unwell, Ancient stills of green gave way to newer sullen cells. What tragic trepidation set to those this foul recourse? Maggots …
❤🔥4
Come What May Long before a first breath drawn, Or name is chosen, form is known, Before the babe is even born, A mother is not her alone. Though fraught with fear still dwells a joy, A mother holds her darling boy, Through toil and tears or laugh and play, Through whatever, come what may. A life inlaid with winding ways, Who knows to what the Fates pertain? The twists and turns of coming days, A constant, yet, the…
❤🔥4⚡1
More Rubble In ashes of Empires, the Seleucid bade That none amongst subjects should raise up a blade. Upon neck of Grecian the hammer swift fell, “More rubble, more rubble, more rubble,” they yell. With Legions entrenched and counters repelled, Though under siege they would slaughter themselves. A call and an order, a curse in each breath, “More rubble, more rubble,” they shriek and bring death. Temples of marble…
🔥7❤1
Happy (late) Valentines, all!
❤10🔥1
A Light In Darkness Away upon a distant shore, she in silken stillness lay, A beacon lit in darkness dwelt that held the shadow’s waltz at bay. In desert desolation yields to fierce and fiery countenance, And lifeless, lightless sun-bleached days fall still to endless radiance. A form cut from the cloth that shaped the gleaming crown of Heaven’s veil, As oaken inner sanctums laced with silver, shining moonlit pale, …
👏6❤1👍1💘1
Showing the 12 most recent of 20 posts we hold for @poeticaatelli. View and reaction counts are the latest single reading for each post, not a live figure, and a recent post is still accumulating both. A view count marked ≈ was rounded by Telegram before we ever saw it — t.me prints views in full below 1,000 and to three significant figures above, so ≈1,200,000 means somewhere between 1,150,000 and 1,249,999. Unmarked counts are exact. Text is reproduced from the public post preview and truncated for length.
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Built only from forwarded posts we have actually read, on both sides. Coverage is early and deliberately incomplete: a missing link means we have not read the post that would prove it, never that the relationship does not exist. Counts are distinct forwarded posts observed, so they only ever go up as we read more.
A live page changes as we take new readings, so a citation should name the measurement it is based on, not just the URL. The line below cites the subscriber count as measured 13 September 2026 — this entry's latest reading, not the date you are reading this.
“Poetica Atelli” (@poeticaatelli), 346 subscribers as measured 13 September 2026. Telegram Register, tgregister.com/channel/poeticaatelli.
Full measurement history, CC BY 4.0. Every reading this register holds for this entry, not just the latest one, as a dated, downloadable record: CSV · JSON. Free to use with attribution to tgregister.com. Each file carries its own generation timestamp, which is the figure to cite for exactly when the data was retrieved.