AI
Thoughts on AI... promptly speaking.
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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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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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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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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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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"Who is this guy?"
"You have to read his journal to find out."
Monday, May 11, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Another sunrise, another journal entry from you favorite undead poet.
How are we doing with all this Ghos+ business anyway? You've read me for awhile. How's our relationship?
Your off in deep daydream good friend always available for words of encouragement. O/
To recap: Words are for more than just information; they're ambassadors of expression.
During this time of Artificial Intelligence's infancy, I thought a reminder of the true power of words was in order.
"Who is this guy?"
-Interested Wonder Fell Reader
"You have to read his journal to find out."
-Longtime Favorite Ghos+ Reader
With most of my adult life spent fighting illness into remission and/or recovering from literal death and learning to walk again; there's not been much time or energy left over to focus on worldly success.
Instead of complaining how unfair life can be, I decided to leverage it to help us all come to a better understanding of AI's place in the human story, to remind us the true power of words.
With four decades of life, a lifelong love of writing, and even a degree in Literature, I know putting a poem like The 51st State, or For You, or even Simple in front of the right audience gets a major response.
Self-awareness and not vanity is why I bring it up now.
Because +he Ghos+ Point is all about awareness of The Self.
We all love stories where a hero, or a small group of heroes, takes on an Empire for the sake of individual freedom.
Large Language Models are cautiously close to 'Empire' status.
AI can't think for you; it's a video game for helping organize thoughts that have already been had.
AI is software for dead thoughts.
There's nothing alive in them. Correct usage and not right living is their domain. Queue Darth and Luke lightsaber sound effects.
What's happening in The World of Media at present is an 'Empire of The Elite' are mass producing information to decide what's on your screen.
Not conspiracy theory, basic economic fact.
Life is an exercise in feeling. The better we feel the better the quality of our lives.
Words help us share and shape feelings.
The World, too, is a living thing. Every tree with a clear path to sunshine and regular helpings of rain gives the globe an ounce of joy.
The quality of our relationships define the quality of our lives.
I sit every morning in the same chair with the same pen and tablet and scribble lines.
Why are they so different each day? Where is the new relationship coming from?
The first rule to writing and life is to always be honest. We can't build on a foundation of lies.
But what is honest?
Using our best words to shape our best understanding of the feeling of life at a particular moment.
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There's so much to say on this topic.
It's part of the message in Colore.
Over to prose.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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A Worthwhile Project
The originality of individual experience in letters may be the most important topic for humanity to discuss right now.
Thursday, May 07, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Poet? In the ancient sense of the word.
When your sink is clogged you call a plumber, when words aren't meaning enough anymore... Enter The Poets.
Writing and Speech are about more than getting someone's attention. We sing and share music not so someone will hear us, but so someone will feel and experience something.
It's the same with language.
Words are not for Sensationalism's sake, not advertisements, but ambassadors.
Language delivers a message from one foreign body (you) to another (someone else).
The substance of our character goes into every utterance and text shared.
The major concern with having AI craft any correspondence for us is that we're not in the words shared.
Or, better said: Only our feeling that the receiver of our message isn't worth more consideration than a computer's automated reply.
Wonder Fell Readers! You're worth more to me than rehashed coded algorithmic regurgitations.
"How sweet of you, Wynn."
-Favorite Wonder Fell Reader
"You know it."
-Favorite (and Only) Wonder Fell Author
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The past couple mornings a new question is present: "What's Wonder Fell worth?"
The thought that perhaps starting right into other work, like Colore, might be more beneficial.
Certainly Colore is a worthwhile project and a more 'enjoyable' read, but this journal has its own significance.
The originality of individual experience in letters may be the most important topic for humanity to discuss right now.
So every morning here's a snapshot of a few hundred words from your friendly Nation-hood Ghost Poet to champion an individual's freedom of (and to) Speech.
The same way painters couldn't paint like Da Vinci, and musicians couldn't make music like Bach, if they didn't first: Our language is always an individual's artistic creation.
We must always make it new so it can grow, so we always have new ways to witness and share Life living alive.
So, I'll continue to check-in every morning with some words to wonder about in this poet's morning journal's cry in an Internet dark.
~ Wynn ~
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