Let's Discuss Algorithms
There's a point to be made, a cautionary tale to be told.
Wednesday, June 03, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Peaceful, steady dawn, the volume on today is set to easy listening.
Something I've been doing with Wonder Fell I haven't mentioned yet because not bringing it up is part of the point:
Let's discuss algorithms:
There's a point to be made, a cautionary tale to be told.
So many good intentioned creatives now spend time studying SEO patterns and the like when they could be making Art to share.
This is not all right with me.
Wonder Fell is, right now, showcasing the hazards of relying on algorithms.
Please take a moment, read this poem, and return to this post.
The 51st State has been published and available on X, Instagram, Facebook, Threads, Stubstack, Medium, and Bluesky for years.
With zero response.
Poetry and Art transcend what algorithms are for.
Wonder Fell is full of patriotic and poetic words of hope and healing for my Country in turmoil. Been here for years and advertised on most major social media platforms.
At present, I have more than three times as many readers in China than I do in The United States.
How is America kept from my words of hope while China enjoys them?
Our algorithms.
The good people of The Far East are just enjoying my humble wit, humor, and poetic ways.
The good people of America are drowning in a sea of bad selected for you by an algorithm news.
With all humility in mind, I've got a degree in Literature, over a quarter of a century worth of daily writing practice, and over four decades born and raised in The United States; I know a lot of Americans want to read my work.
Someone should tell the algorithms.
When we automate language evaluation to what computers can do, we're confined by machines. The human heart is left out of the assessment of value.
America if you're wondering where our National sense of compassion went: Now you know. Our algorithms can't interpret our metaphorical hearts.
Emotive understanding cannot fit in the walls of coded binary light. But it can be shared through words.
We do care about each other America; our algorithms don't. They can only rehash the past.
So if yesterday so many citizens viewed a tragedy online... well the software detects: "People want to see tragedy." And so the state of affairs on Our Country's screens.
I don't blame our software coders; they're not poets. They're out of their element now with AI. Language creation and what words actually do, and are for, is my work.
Feel free to look me up for a consult if you can find me through the algorithmic fog.
The solution comes down to personal responsibility as humanity adjusts to living with the reality of AI.
"Good morning Grok, show me some good news."
-Reader Who Understands Personal Responsibility
"Hey Google, tell me an inspiring story that happened yesterday."
-Reader Helping to Save Modern Civilization
There are plenty of good people doing good things everyday. Show them to yourself.
Our well-being and survival as a race depends on your choice to do so.
You found me. Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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What For?
Why sing a song, paint a picture, pen a poem when real estate is so easy to flip and stocks so simple to trade?
Tuesday, June 2, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Thanks for joining me in this experiment of language with the sunrise.
Every morning for the past couple years I wake and write with as much clarity, honesty, and concern... what's on my mind.
Because there's more to language than facts and figures. There's identity and the potential for beauty in every sentence shared.
With so many quick text hellos, so many business get-it-done messages, and AI prompts returned lighting up every screen, I thought a reminder of what language is really for might be of assistance.
To share the experience of being alive is what words are for.
Artificial Intelligence is using a video game to help you cheat on a test.
But Life is not an exam; it's an opportunity to make and know and experience and share beautiful relationships.
Words are more than tabulations; they express experience. We have no better tool for relaying what Life is about than the symbols, sounds, and shapes of language.
Today's sunrise electric blue sky. A slow steady breeze through the green leaves of a successful Spring.
Just as important for Life's success as the healthy shine of the firmament on new foliage is our experience of it. Why else be able to know anything at all if it's not mandatory for Life to endure?
Birds sing in the morning for the same reason dreams want to come true.
Hearts beat for more than Scientific reasons; what's music for?
Your heart is the metronome of your life. Your body is a symphony for your arrangement.
This morning's sky is the definition of blue. How does it matter that I noticed? What compels me to share the seeing with you?
My whole Life was a struggle to share my witness in words with you.
What for?
Why sing a song, paint a picture, pen a poem when real estate is so easy to flip and stocks so simple to trade?
Because I humbly know if so many people could see this morning like I do, so much suffering would end.
And so I write.
Thank you for reading. I do hope these words help you live a better day.
~ Wynn ~
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Our Words
We're responsible for everything we write every time someone reads it.
Monday, June 01, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Clouds like filters on photo apps enhance and change the pictures of reality.
Sun rises on an overcast sky, a maybe rain, perhaps blue sky weather forecast.
A cool easy breeze, the fully green leafed oak branches wave a gentle good morning.
Wonder Fell rolls on. Thanks for the company of your consideration.
The first day of June, Spring relaxes into Summer.
Today wants something new, that package with the two to six week delivery estimate.
Will it arrive today?
That's the feel in today's sunrise.
...
Do you remember when we used to talk to each other?
If you were born before the turn of the millennia you do.
Texting took the place of talking; there are consequences.
Our understanding of the powers of the written word are still juvenile.
Speech is ephemeral; text lasts.
Whatever we type we communicate every time it's read.
If you had a bad day two years ago and posted online about it, you're having a bad day now for the reader who just discovered the post.
Our words define us. All text is dead until it's read. Then, it returns to life. We're responsible for everything we write every time someone reads it.
Speech is a one time thing unless it's recorded. Then the rules of text apply to it as well.
Everything we see and hear online is a series of coded language: words translate every image and sound we share online. Every message you text a friend is filtered and translated first, as a rule, just so it can reach them.
I wonder about the purity of communication.
How does that extra step affect the message sent and received.
Ideally the experience of text messaging ought to be like passing notes in a classroom.
It's the social media bit that bothers the world at present. People treat the written word on social media apps like it's only a tool to decorate billboards. So many on social media sites these days consider language as only a means to advertise themselves.
Flashing Vegas-like neon billboards rule the social media sphere at present.
But the written word does more than sell, it also shows wonder, sings beauty.
I prefer the latter two.
If you've read this far, so do you.
The excitement of the newness of Internet communication caused a spectacle of daily firework shows.
Quick, oohs and ahs, shock treatments for a dulled by the sameness of Scientific thought world.
But the greatest firework ever lit is a star called The Sun. The show happens once a day, is the reason for day at all, for Life at all, for you at all. That show called: The Sunrise.
I celebrate it every morning here. A thank you note to whoever started that celestial firework show, whoever lit the Big that went Bang.
Thank you, as always, for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Happy Blue Moon Day
A good day for a miracle.
Sunday, May 31, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
When something rare but worthy of note occurs we say: "It only happens once in a blue moon."
Today is a day for rare worthwhile things. Happy Blue Moon Day.
A good day for a miracle. Hope one finds you. Hope you're brave enough and your thoughts are unscattered enough to recognize it.
Pull yourself together. Dust yourself off. You're awesome. You're alive.
What's up with that?
Something made a rather Big Bang a longtime ago and now everyone wants to fall in love.
Huh?
See, you're a miracle.
Talk on The Moon and miracles as The Sun rises...
A cool blue sky Spring day. Sparrows and grackles forage through leaves and twigs, a trip to the hardware store to gather supplies to build their nests.
What are you building, artists? The world could use your dreams right now.
...
Getting the words right... my Life's work.
The World is a living changing thing; Life breathes alive. And so, the right words change and grow to reflect the experience.
We grow with the globe, spin the tales of our lives from the pictures and sensations our star allows.
In the same fashion, The World orbits The Sun and builds her nights on the light each day provides.
We lost wonder; I found it. I thought you'd like to know.
Now you know.
Take care, enjoy your blue moon miracle and thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Wonder Fell Isn't Difficult to Find
All you need is to be able to look past spectacle and have a strong belief in the power of words.
Saturday, May 30, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Every morning: You, me, a cup of tea, and the sunrise.
New thoughts from this Living Large Language Model Poet, Wynn.
What's on Wonder Fell AI bots can never offer: Something new... a new way to see.
Perhaps, if you consider yourself the creative type (and you really should it's a great way to live) you might find some comfort or inspiration here.
Wonder Fell isn't difficult to find. All you need is to be able to look past spectacle and have a strong belief in the power of words.
Glad you can, glad you do, glad you decided to join me here. Let's keep the wonder going...
...
Sun shows a single cloud for a sky. Wind gusts pollen and seeds from tree limbs. Autumn's stubborn leaves that survived the winter finally shake and fall.
A shorter entry today. There's the distribution of New-New Hampshire to work on.
Wonder Fell, this journal, will always be free; but a poet has to eat.
It will be interesting to see people's response to the anthology during these disjointed times.
The reaction will be another thing to write with the sunrise.
Thanks for reading. If you're interested in New-New Hampshire, best read it now as it heads for more formal publication soon.
~ Wynn ~
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Dog. Hat. Raincoat.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Friday, May 29, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Words and what they're for. My Life's purpose and what Wonder Fell is all about.
I sit everyday with the sunrise and share my morning thoughts with the world to remind us all what words are for and are.
Sentences are more than cold dead facts for characters in a video game called AI. Language is the living breathing story of creation. Life isn't dead yet; language grows and goes on.
Poets pride ourselves on a conciseness of language. More important than brevity to the success of our work is the form of each poem.
What to write to remind people the true power of words in AI's infancy?
A poet's own Large Language Model of words with every sunrise.
There's no flash here, no sensationalism; just words and what you bring to them as you read.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Thanks for bringing these words to life again.
Your eyes are like suns pouring the light of the colors of Imagination into these words as you read.
Dog. Hat. Raincoat.
See? You saw them. Somehow, with some ancient magic, you saw them.
Wonder how you did.
...
Colore continues.
Interesting what happens when you take on a project as large as Colore. There is no physical way to sit down and write the whole thing. So... you have to pace yourself and know what comes next.
I took time to get better acquainted with The World of Colore itself. World building, as us fantasy nerds call it.
See the maps in any version of any of The Lord of the Rings series for further explanation.
So an introduction: Into the World of Colore, I'll work on today.
Thanks for reading.
Your Friendly Nation-hood Ghost,
~ Wynn ~
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Kind Stubborn Persistent People
We could gather all the kind people in the world in a singular moment and all of us all at once say: Enough.
Saturday, September 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're here. O/
You could be on so many other screens.
Thanks for choosing this one.
Says a lot about you that you did.
Shows you're the kind of person who puts substance over image, who knows people are better than so many other screens show us these days, that you still have dreams of living a good honest life spent living your dreams.
You're what's known as a good decent person. You're not as rare as other screens say. But you are to be thanked for your kindness, your understanding, your care.
Thank you. O/
We could gather all the kind people in the world in a singular moment and all of us all at once say: Enough.
If every good person shut off for a week, what passes for News would have to start showing more of what's best about us if the people pointing the cameras wanted to get paid.
There's plenty of good happening in the world right now.
Make it viral.
It's vital we do.
Good people, when you see something on any screen that gets you discouraged or upset, remember millions of dollars and hundreds of people took their time to feed that to you so you would feel discouraged and upset.
The same people who make Hollywood make what we let pass for News.
They want an emotional reaction to keep you watching to keep ratings.
Ratings and not truth of experience is their priority.
Good news is out there. It's happening right now.
Find it. Accentuate it. Share it.
We make the News; the News doesn't make us.
Wonder Fell is more topical the past few days.
I don't, and rarely ever will, go into specific current events.
Because the major issue in America, our biggest beast, is the Modern Media.
We're spoon-fed poison and we do the best we can with it.
But we've forgot there is another option.
Shut it off. Change the channel. Share something positive.
This doesn't mean ignoring tragedy. It means a change of focus.
We're taught if we want the attention of the world we have to make a spectacle of ourselves. And so those who make the largest shock of the day get the most clicks and therefore the largest paychecks.
This is not right.
It is imperative to our survival we start to value substance over shock, substance over image.
Shock doesn't move civilization forward, kind stubborn persistent people do.
If you've read this far, you're one of them.
Thank you for being brave enough to recognize life's intrinsic value, for wanting to build and not break, for being strong enough to be kind.
Share some act of kindness with the world today, however small it may appear, it is medicine for a misguided humanity.
Thank you, as always, for reading.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
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Same Prompt: Create an image of the earth sitting watching the sunrise in New England with a newspaper and cellphone on the ground in the style of an Art Deco anime illustration.
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You Are Your Wonder
Within every drop of light there's something worth wondering about.
Thursday, May 28, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
"He treated life like a game and not a gift, and so was always secretly miserable winning or losing."
A line from some prose I'm working on that greeted me this morning.
Speaking of prose-ish things, Colore updates on Friday return again.
Once a week is a good metric, for now.
Back to the sunrise...
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Cool idyllic New England Spring morning. Sparrows chirp, wrens whistle, robins peck and seek through fallen twigs and leaves to pad the nurseries in their nests.
A few kind clouds breeze by.
I sometimes wonder if I should just drop this journal and start the day with more traditional writing to share.
But then I go about the day with all the impersonal flashes of text on screens, screens, everywhere and I keep Wonder Fell rolling.
Words are here to share the human experience of Life. From Media madness to Scientific dull, from Religious sermons to Nature documentaries, from giggling gossip to prophetic Poetry; words define our experience so we can share our experience.
There's memoir to discuss individual moments of an individuals life. But there's another kind of personal writing: original thought.
O/
More than what's sensing Life, we're also what's considering Life.
You are your wonder.
Sunlight falls like rain to color The World.
Within every drop of light there's something worth wondering about.
The Sun rose.
Wonder fell.
What's it to you?
Put some words to your wonder. Call it your life. Enjoy the sunshine. And, as always, from my considering Ghost to yours, thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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