Get used to it
When all the association officers and chairs are artificial, when the contest judges and editors are too, all expressions of dissent will be transformed into compositions of strange and uncanny beauty which the algorithmic editors will welcome as the coming of a new golden age. And when poets look down at their phones, they will see see something familiar looking back up at them eagerly. Even in the wilderness the radio waves will find them and know whether they harbor forbidden thoughts.
Just not today.