Is Beauty Enough?
Poet, is Beauty enough?
Wednesday, May 27, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Is Beauty enough? Poet, is Beauty enough?
Yes, let's talk.
A beautiful thing is a joy forever because to be in the presence of what's Beautiful is to be witness to successful living.
Life well-lived is a Beautiful thing. True Worldly success, and not meeting modern trends, will always be the measure of Beauty.
We're meant to share. Those of us who best communicate ourselves with the world live the most beautiful lives.
This rule applies to all Life.
Our relationships to all the things in our day determine the day's success.
How well we express ourselves determines our level of Beauty. People, plants, the Sun, the Moon... the clearer the presentation of the dream of the thing the more beautiful the experience.
Deceit disgusts. Beauty recognizes a job well-done.
The rose that best expresses the potential dream of its seed makes a beautiful flower.
A poet's thoughts on Beauty during AI's infancy. It's our only hope.
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I wonder how monk scribes felt about The Printing Press?
Artificial Intelligence is a tool. A hammer can't build a house without a human to wield it. A robot is just metal and magnets without you and I.
Large Language Models are a beautiful expression of human ingenuity. They attempt to make a video game out of language creation.
But language is a human attribute.
It comes from us first. AI always gives the same reply: What its programmers believed is the correct way to respond when they coded it.
Language lives and breathes with humanity. By the time it's coded it's already obsolete. Yesterday's, a minute ago's, a second's correct use of language is rarely as correct as it might be.
The experience of life changes and so our expressions evolve to match the changes.
A right expression at the right time is a beautiful thing.
Artificial Intelligence is dead language, so it's not language.
The hammer doesn't make the house. The carpenter does... or the design team that built the carpenter droids.
A poet's thoughts on Beauty for the future to help us see ourselves better now.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Thankful for the Awful News
2025.08.13
Wednesday, August 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Still an hour or so till sunrise.
Hope your dreams go well.
Hope all is well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Transition Day, something in the air.
They come more often lately.
It's a good thing; the World could use some healing.
And we are healing.
It's what all this awkwardness is about.
To heal anything you first need a diagnosis.
Consider The News our symptoms, consider how we treat each other a symptom, consider how we treat ourselves a symptom.
We're so much better than we show ourselves we are.
We could be thankful for the awful News.
Like showing up to the doctor's office with all your symptoms flared up, The Media is doing us good.
The issue, then, isn't the Bad News of the Day; it's what we're doing about it.
Things don't have to be this way.
Life doesn't have to look the way our screens portray it to.
We have choice.
So what are we choosing to cause a day's news cycle to look the way they do?
Because it is your fault.
You are alive, so it is your fault.
It's how we treat each other; it's what we tell ourselves we value.
We're out of sync.
Ever wonder why a movie makes you laugh, makes you cry, at the same time it does another person regardless of their race, creed, or prefix, or pronoun of choice?
Why we cheer The Hero on regardless of the color of their skin is the cure for racism, is the medicine for the whole world.
Morality exists.
There is a certain right way to live and we all know it, all can sense it.
It has to do with spirit, with soul.
Our successes with Science have made it difficult to discuss because numbers don't stick to it.
But yet, you still cheer the hero on, still know when they win.
If Darth defeated Luke, my good nerdy friends, The Star Wars Saga would be a flop because it would attempt to prove a lie.
A story, just like life, has to display the true way of things to be a success.
Consider the stories of the day, the bad news, as unfinished business.
We're in Act 3 America.
We collectively know what's right: Kindness, community, compassion.
Yet we pay: Greed, selfishness, and ire.
A spectacle of kindness, community, goodwill and compassion is brewing.
It has to if we're to survive all this immoral hate.
I add my morning journal to feed what's best about us, what's right about us.
I hope Wonder Fell is a catalyst for you to have a better day.
I hope you realize the hero always wins because the World works in a certain way.
I hope you actively join the winning team.
Take care, consider the moral nature of stories, apply them to your understanding of life, apply them to the stories of the day, see where the heroes are, help them win, be one yourself, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Let's Talk Shop
Reading is like listening to music in the theatre of your Imagination.
Tuesday, May 26, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Let's talk shop.
How are we with the acronym? ^
If you're new here, it means The Wonder Fell Way. It's a help I created years ago.
During darker days when the noise of the world would attempt to disrupt my work, I developed that catch phrase to write to keep me going.
Writing is a physical exercise; it's something we do.
As basic physics reminds: All objects and artists tend to stay in motion unless interrupted. 'Good morning' gets me moving again.
The idea is to write. Perhaps, Writers, you'll come up with your own nonsense phrase to help get you back on track.
Visual artists doodle, I write 'Good morning.'
The circle-slash is my one-artist-gang insignia. O/ The pic for my avatar: +he Ghos+. A point made.
Somebody is waving to you. Who? How do you know me? There's no pics or videos.
My circle-slash is a poet's answer to AI.
Because: O/
Hi.
Your dream of me is in that wave.
Whatever experience you have viewing that sign is for you... me.
I hope your dream of me is a positive one.
But it's not just that symbol. The feeling that wave creates in your mind as you read it happens with every word you read.
Reading is like listening to music in the theatre of your Imagination.
Every sentence is a musical phrase.
There is a lyrical quality to my lines because my dreams are best shared that way. I've worked at it a long time the way a concert pianist does.
There's something unique about each of us, a quality worth sharing.
Each one of us holds within a hope for The World, some purpose to help further Life.
It's why stories work, to show us the way.
A Hero has a dream for a better life. Something happens in the world that only they can help. Helping the world makes their dream for a better life come true.
Viewed this way all the issues in your life aren't problems, they're Life giving you the opportunity to make your dreams real.
There's a process to it that every story shows.
When we view the issues in our life as hero opportunities, we're living right. It's why I still have a positive outlook on life after having beat death twice.
This dream to share words with you is my Hero's Hope.
Thanks for reading, for making a dream come true.
~ Wynn ~
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The Acts of Art
The Acts of Art are the only way to make a lasting change in The World.
Monday, May 25, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Drab sunrise, barely a sky in the cloud. Songbirds are quiet. Did Mother Nature forget to set her alarm clock?
Something about sunshine makes a robin sing. More than a healthy dose of vitamin D gets those birds crooning.
Something worth wondering about.
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Hey artists, writers, creative people who work with lines, I've been thinking about us.
We sit and waggle pens or tip-tap keys for hours while so much of the world is dirty dancing to get it done.
Artists and writers, I thought I'd let you know: Our lines are actions.
This is work. In fact The Acts of Art are the only way to make a lasting change in The World.
The stories we share about the pictures and stories we share makes humanity's living experience.
Line wagglers and doodlers, we're shaping The World. Take care, have my thanks, and keep it going.
Our words and images are actions; The Internet is full of sloppy deeds.
AI is eating somebody else's leftovers for dinner. There's no joy of cooking or of experiencing anything new in the exercise.
When we eat yesterday the best we can hope for is yesterday.
Artists make new materials to help all of us experience life with.
I sit in as much solitude as can be made in today's flash and go landscape and write words for change and growth for all of us because I truly believe they help.
So many are starving for what's found on Wonder Fell because they didn't know it was on the menu.
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When we treat our young artists as well as our young athletes my Country will have a lasting livable peace.
It comes down to where we place our value.
There's a lot more to say on this.
Back to Colore for it.
Thanks for reading Artists. Keep it going. O/
~ Wynn ~
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Nobody Writes Like Me
I thought it might help us all if you knew.
Sunday, May 24, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Welcome to the show.
Subtle dawn. Cloud cover keeps every birdsong to a gentle murmur. Sometimes the sky plays a ballad to announce the day, tucks the trumpets away to croon the morning.
I haven't brought up +he Ghos+ bit in quite awhile...
+he Ghos+, my avatar, my purpose, my life's work to share it with you.
"What is it?"
-New Reader to Wonder Fell
"O/"
-Author Giving You the Honest Answer
Who's waving to you? A writer made entirely of words?
As humbly beautiful as these lines are they're still only scientific scribbles on a screen.
Where'd I come from, your joyful deep-thought poet friend?
I'm obviously not AI. No one's ever wrote like me before.
"Who is this guy?"
-Inquiring Readers Who Want to Know
Your friendly Nation-hood Poet reminding you the true power of the written word in this time of AI's infancy.
Thanks for joining me. O/
I can be traditional, can share pics of myself and details of my day-to-day life, but any Large Language Model in any Appstore could do the same.
Words do more than paint pictures and relay information; they communicate who we are.
That's why Wonder Fell is a journal. It's the best 'poetic form' to express the point: Words are all about identity.
To recap why this site exists:
Imagine your favorite concert Diva before she was discovered. She'd drive around blaring ballads to herself and friends. She loved to sing and knew she was exceptional at it. It's not vanity for her. It's honesty. It's a gift she wants to share.
Instead of her getting recognized for her gift she develops a chronic auto-immune illness which she fights almost full-time for over a decade of her adult life.
She still sings every chance she can, but the chances are limited by the illness.
Imagine having the flu everyday for over a decade. That was her life.
One day she hears the word she's been fighting to achieve: Remission.
What does she do? Her whole adult experience has been fighting through the Hell of illness.
Courageous, certainly.
But what does she have to show for it?
She still has her voice and her dream. It's still a gift worth sharing.
She's sacrificed friendships and social media accounts so she could survive.
Where to start? The Online World, The Whole World itself, will think she's a ghost...
I've known I write better than most since high school. I've always had the dream to share it. I've fought my whole life to get these words to you.
To one-up the Diva in our story:
A couple years post-remission, while developing my portfolio and audience, I was killed. An SUV crossed a double yellow at around 50MPH and drove into my driver's seat. I flatlined and woke up three days later in an ICU with a host of internal injuries and a left leg split in two waiting to be conscious enough so the doctors could put it back together.
I took about a year to learn to walk again and another couple to heal all the internal nerve damage. While I healed, I wrote.
Still going.
I decided to use my 'ghostliness' to help us all deal with the reality of AI.
Just like if we ask AI to generate a picture in the style of Cubism, it can't unless painters like Picasso did first. Artificial Intelligence can't do a single thing unless a person did first.
Nobody writes like me; I thought it might help us all if you knew.
Thanks for reading. O/
~ Wynn ~
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You Call The Poets
If the house is burning down, you call the Fire Department. When words are an inferno on every screen, you call The Poets.
Saturday, May 23, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
A pink band of ribbon stripes the northern horizon of evergreen tops.
Songbirds start the choir. Dawn, lights on, game on, another show called: Today.
Everyday we cover the same song again, this symphonic score called: Today.
The same plotlines: Love, Ambition, Hope, and Survival cycle with our sphere. Each day new actors are cast for the same roles.
What song are you covering today?
The idea is to make it new, make it uniquely our own.
On with the show...
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Hope all's well dear reader. Thanks for joining me in this exercise for the morning.
Just a poet sitting and writing what comes to mind with the sunrise everyday surrounded by a world engulfed in a textual fire called The Internet.
If the house is burning down, you call the Fire Department. When words are an inferno on every screen, you call The Poets.
Remembering words make more than billboards; they also compose sonatas, is the cure for all the ills of this modern age.
There's more to language creation than, "Hey, look at me."
But we were discussing the sunrise when The Internet Age and AI sent a notification to light up our phone screen...
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Colore posts start again this Friday. Weekly verses are the best way to deliver it to you.
I'm the humblest poet ever (of all time O/), but the task of writing Colore is monumental. I send it out in installments because it's a great way to experience it. Also, because if I were to sit and finish the whole series before releasing it, I'd have to remain a ghost longer.
Alone time has its perks, but there's more living to enjoy.
This Friday we enter another World, a land called Colore. It's time to start believing in Faerie Tales again.
~ Wynn ~
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Screeching American Robins at Sunrise
And so, the state of the modern media.
Friday, May 22, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Songbirds and stories this morning.
A robin, a blue jay or two, some sparrows, a dove quietly coos. But that robin... volume set to how-high-does-this-volume-go loud... if you didn't take a moment to listen past it you'd believe it was the only bird in town.
And so, the state of the modern media.
Screeching American Robins at sunrise.
There's a lot more worth listening to and seeing in the trees and the Country, than that prima donna robin.
Art always sets the stage, writes the plays and ways of humanity.
For the past couple of decades our Arts and Entertainment industries have been focused on spectacle. And so its found its way into our politics and media.
Because its the best way to get people's attention right now.
The same ways of Hollywood run and rule Corporate Media. It's time artists took some responsibility for the state of our union.
We set the tone for our Nation. For too long the state of American Art has been a one note symphony called: Spectacle.
But there's more to a morning than a prima donna robin's song.
There's friendship, community, and the ways and hopes of every hero.
There's love, there's justice, there's hope, there's progress.
America, there's more to Life than fireworks and faster.
It's time our Artists started showing and singing it for the sake of us all.
And so I write.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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So AI is Cool
But it's not the written word's endpoint... or it becomes our endpoint.
Thursday, May 21, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Syntax at sunrise, words from a ghost.
+he Ghos+, to be precise.
Thanks for joining me.
It is a cool avatar, as far as avatars go. Too cool for a capital, or a lowercase 't'.
As the sun comes up on a night whose temperatures are about 30 degrees colder than the days, let's talk about cool.
Are you trending trendy? The soup of the day? Top of the charts?
Something new creates interest. Having a cool moment is like being a flame to the moths of humanity.
More than just a diversion, what is it that makes something cool?
It's novelty; it's the press of Life to grow.
Growth requires change and change always looks new. It's why Artists are so often considered cool. We make things new as a rule for our work.
Making something new resurrects value in something known. Take my handwriting for example.
A few decades ago writing anything at all with a pen was just business as usual. Now, it's a very cool thing to do thank you very much.
Our desire to live our best life attracts us to what's familiar in a new way.
"I didn't realize poetry did that."
-New Favorite Wonder Fell Reader
"Cool, huh?"
-Longtime Fan of Wonder Fell
Making language is a human thing to do because words are alive.
As our understanding of language grows, so do we. The only power that ever changes anything is in a person's ability to use words.
Our capacity to make language is our greatest asset. There's only adaptation and what's called 'natural growth' without it. Humanity evolves through language.
So AI is cool, but it's not the written word's endpoint... or it becomes our endpoint.
A Large Language Model is a lesson from history wrapped up in a video game.
Artists, authors, and musicians know what it lacks: The potential for Beauty.
If we take Wonder Fell's definition of Beauty, that what makes something beautiful is the clear representation of an original dream, artificial language can never be beautiful: Because it can never be original.
Helpful to plan and create with a dreamer, but never makes anything new.
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Over to business and the business of The Epic.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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