2026.05
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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Exquisite Tastes
There's fine dining on Wonder Fell.
Wednesday, May 20, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Summer decided to visit Spring for a couple days yesterday. This morning is muggy, humid potential, an incubator for what's green.
Just a poet's morning journal to juxtapose the algorithmic AI Babylonian Cloud Beast so much of the Internet shows lately. A reminder our words, and so our lives, can be something more than Artificially Intelligent. Our lives can be Beautiful.
Thought we could all use a reminder: We are what we eat. Words and images are part of our diet. There's fine dining on Wonder Fell. You have exquisite tastes. Thanks for reading.
The site's changed its aesthetic over the years. The convention of blogposts to start off with a relevant pic of some sort I've replaced with the first page image of each handwritten journal entry.
Words are enough.
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Did you ever wonder about poets and artists, what our lives are like and for?
There's something else here in every room with you. Some force that makes us want to create and share.
It's more than just the will to survive.
Did you ever look at a sunrise and think 'Wow, that's beautiful'?
Most of us have.
What's up with that?
Darwin and Einstein can't help make sense of that reality. We need artists and poets to answer that call.
O/
A certain sentiment like a certain sunrise swells in an artist. Perhaps it's an idea for a story, a memory of light for a painter, a melody like a robin's song for a musician. This dream fills the artist with hours of joy and reflection.
We all have daydreams like that.
The difference between an artist and a non-artist is in the generous desire to share the joyful dream.
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Another verse of Colore posts soon.
The World Building phase is through.
I like weekly posts for the frequency. A throwback to the days before binge-able television shows. Once a week episodes for The Epic. Something to look forward to.
Fridays work.
New-New Hampshire is just about set to land on The Kindle Store. Depending on how stream-lined that process is and how quick finishing up Wonder Fell's clean-up goes decides whether Colore posts this Friday or next.
Business thoughts...
Writer, editor, publisher... just a guy who loves sharing his joyful dreams in hopes they're as much help to you as they've been to me.
Thanks for reading. Have a joyous dream, share it, call yourself an artist and have a wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
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AI's Not Going to Feed Itself
May your Art help feed a starving, lonely, technologically algorithmic world.
Tuesday, May 19, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
A concert hall diva robin center stages the dawn while a steady stream of interstate traffic wooshes to work.
Cool Spring morning air makes way for Summer like temperatures.
Thoughts of the usual themes of this journal and their worth. Months ago I wrote: A poet's morning journal reflections in the time of AI and algorithm's infancy is like playing Mozart in a moshpit. How to get the thrashing verbose world to hear it?
I believe despite all the gadget obsessed hype, all the entertain me now news flashes, and trips to The Moon; there's still a need for what's Beautiful in Life.
Why get in the space shuttle at all if not for the view?
There's still Earth-rise worthy views standing on our planet when you know how to look and how to use your words to interpret the sight.
There's wonder in every ray of every sunrise. We measure it with music, with art, with lyrical language.
No amount of worldly success is worth a penny to the person who cannot sit in fascination of the dawn.
What is this place? Where did you land? What in the world is this World? Why do you see it your particular way?
Did you know the way you see the color blue isn't how anyone else does?
Even the stodgiest Scientist agrees no two views of the sky are ever exactly the same.
Every hue of color is a song, we hear them with our eyes in our own unique way.
How'd we forget?
Human witness and record is responsible for everything we see and share. Each witness is unique. Because our reception of Life is solely our own we are always valuable.
The World needs your witness, your art.
AI's not going to feed itself, after all.
So Wonder Fell marches on a poet's song for the morning.
The only algorithm here is a poet's witness and report.
Glad you found me. Words like a sunrise are wasted without witness.
Thank you for your recognition.
May your Art help feed a starving, lonely, technologically algorithmic world.
~ Wynn ~
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Wynn's Own Large Language Model of Wordly Art
Syntax at Sunrise, For You
Monday, May 18, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
How's the day?
Readers of Wonder Fell, makers of beautiful lives and Art, how's your sunshine?
Another introduction, incase you're new here: A poet, a father, a survivor, a literal ghost ghosting you to make a point regarding the real power of language in this era of AI's infancy.
Language is a mirror of Life, and so it grows. If words were bought at a grocery store, they'd be in the organic food section.
For the pun and the way they're made.
Language is like the colors of a bird's plumage. The more beautiful, clear, and recognizable the expression the better the reception.
Sure, beautiful words and wings help every person and peacock get a date, but they also increase the quality of all correspondence.
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Artificial Intelligence is a morphing regurgitating cloud of human expressions.
It's a select record of a point in humanity's timeline. It can only tell us what was correct, not what is right. There's still plenty of Flat-Earth Science in The World waiting for words to make it round, still plenty of Mona Lisas waiting to smile.
Large Language Models starve without visionaries and artists.
So prepare for a New World Order everyone.
Really.
Visionaries and Artists send your thanks to Science. We're soon to be the most marketable commodity.
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Some dreams of our future in today's sunrise.
Anyone proficient in video games with the right application can make a hit pop song or film. But not everyone can play concert level piano or act Shakespeare on a stage.
Prepare for an insurgence of Live Art. Theatre, concerts, and Art galleries will boom in the coming decades.
Artists prepare for worldly respect.
As far as fiction goes, I see the world turning more towards how Wonder Fell is set up.
"How foresight-ful of you, Wynn."
-Favorite Wonder Fell Reader
"You know it."
-Favorite (and only) Wonder Fell Author
There's me. O/ There's my words.
Here's me. O/ Here's my words.
Wonder Fell: Wynn's Own Large Language Model of Wordly Art.
Syntax at Sunrise, For You.
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Ultimately Art is all about what it means to be human. Words are one of our greatest ways (perhaps the best) to share our experience, and so grow our experience of Life.
There's touch, of course. But touch means so much more being able to mean so much more full of clear, concise, beautiful language in every point of contact.
An embrace from your lover after they read a love letter you wrote for them proves the point and power of the written word.
And the impotency of AI.
Keep creating artists, lovers of the dawn, languishers in moonlight. The World needs your reasons for an embrace.
~ Wynn ~
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The Metric is Beauty
What functions best define a successful human life?
Sunday, May 17, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Idyllic.
Calm, cool, the sunrise shows Spring.
Robins and finches announce the dawn. The new green of budding leaves sets the scene, glows golden hues under a cloudless soft blue sky.
If that loud robin were an alarm clock, you'd press its snooze button and watch the quaint light feed the new growing world in silence.
But songbirds and dreamers sing an idyllic Spring morning a different song.
Beauty filters through each Earth-bound one of us and reverberates its shining tune in unique wonderful ways, when we're brave enough to welcome it in.
Beauty is Life working right.
The flower that best fulfills the dream of its seed makes the most beautiful bloom.
A successful life is measured in beautiful moments. When we have a dream, and we work to see it made real, that seeing moment is a beautiful thing.
We know what trees and flowers, birds and bees, strive to do with their lives.
But what about people? What functions best define a successful human life?
For me, the metric is Beauty.
We hold a dream and work with the tools Life provides to make it real.
How are your dreams, dear reader?
Beautiful, I'm sure.
The World could use your Beautiful Dreams shared right now.
If posting this journal everyday helps even one person find a little more courage to see their dreams made reality, I'll consider it a win.
And, of course, a pun.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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To Celebrate and Remind You
Why joy travels to The Moon with every astronaut is my work's focus.
Saturday, May 16, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Somewhere, sometimes, at sunrise peace falls like gentle rain to feed the flourish of Spring.
This morning the loud song of the robin, the soft sunlight through easy-going intermittent clouds prepares the day for growing.
Dawn, you, and I have been talking for years now, sharing poetic first thing in the morning thoughts under AI reality skies.
A sentence is worth more than what video games can do. There's Life alive in these syllables every morning. There's wonder in these lines.
Thanks for joining me for it.
There's something amazing and worthy of note in what living, breathing, heart still beating relationships can do that no amount of technology can ever replace.
It's my work, The Poet's, to celebrate and remind you of it.
Joy, Beauty, Wonder, and Love, what Art and Music are for; it's The Poet's work to champion these causes.
We celebrate Large Language Model video games, medical breakthroughs, trips to The Moon; but we do celebrate.
Why joy travels to The Moon with every astronaut is my work's focus.
Joy, Beauty, Wonder, and Love; we measure these things with the music called Art.
There's no reason to charter a spaceship, engage with an AI bot, get out of bed at all, without them.
Sometimes we need a reminder.
O/
Creating a safe place for all to have the opportunity to experience these four tenants is what having a home, a Country, a World is for.
As a race we've been so busy enjoying our empirical ways for centuries; we forgot we're enjoying them, forgot to factor in the joy with every equation solved.
We use language to express more than facts and figures.
The written word is also a kind of music sung with the voice great within of the author and played on the instrument of the voice great within of the reader.
Music is always best heard live; a sentence is always best read wrote by a living author.
Some living music to wonder about every morning on Wonder Fell.
Thanks for picking up your instrument, playing it, making it sing again.
~ Wynn ~
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