America
Thoughts on America
The News!
2025.06.17
Tuesday, June 17, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hi. O/
A new day. Same dog asleep on the same loveseat. Same Sun. A new Sky.
Hope you're well.
Hope the spectacles on other screens aren't interfering with your good sense.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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The News! Dance!
Move! Sea of Humanity! Spin! Dip! Dive!
Why make up your own mind when you can just turn on The News?
The News!
Old rich neighbors with expensive audio video equipment tell you what's up and call it The News.
The News!
The modern Media Machine is a beast, a biblical beast.
Please don't let it run your life.
The cure for it is in your pocket, in your purse, perhaps where you read this now.
Most of us have cameras on us all the time and a connection to most of the World.
Take note of what you actually witness and share it.
When good spirited people who are actually living in the stories we're fed as spectacles start telling and showing us their stories, we'll finally be free of the beast we call The Media.
The pictures placed in front of us everyday for us to share matter in relation to the picture placers.
Your longtime friend tells you about a new cold medicine they took and it really did work. If you get a cold again, you ought to try it.
A Pharmaceutical Company tells you the same story.
It's a different story.
Consider the source.
The source is always a part of every story.
"What's your source, Ghos+?"
- Astute Reader with all the Right Questions
Just a guy writing in his morning journal who knows life is a lot better than the pictures we so often use to talk about life with.
Keep in mind while you view the images of the day that somebody wants you to see those images in that way.
If what you see looks horrible, someone wants you to see horror.
If what you see looks compassionate, someone wants you to see compassion.
There's always a way, in all circumstances, to make those circumstances into an opportunity to help us grow.
There is always an opportunity for good.
Find it, report it and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Perhaps the Pachyderm
2025.06.16
Monday, June 16, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Welcome back.
Peace.
Even the blue jays are relaxed.
Takes a lot to chill out a blue jay.
Being the color blue in nature is a lot of work.
How's your day?
Idyllic Spring in New England temps and sky for the stage today.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Change in each sunrise the past few days.
The words agree.
When you make a constant you recognize variables.
The past few morning journal entries want for something.
Something is not being said and wants saying.
The writer's job is to recognize it and say it.
There's an elephant in the room and no one is talking about it because no one knows elephants exist.
The Poet's job? Define the elephant.
Perhaps the pachyderm will prove describable today.
Perhaps the pachyderm was the point that poet's define what's gone unnamed and the exercise is over.
That feels right.
We haven't known what to do with poets in America, haven't the time.
But every once and awhile one of us comes along and every course of events in the Nation is changed.
Words are how we live, how we get things done.
Poets breathe life into old words and make them new.
Everything done with words, and so everything, is made new through The Poet.
And here you are thinking I'm a sweet chocolate Valentine's Day Card warm fuzzy guy.
I am, of course, but there's a whole lot more.
From Epic Poets to Biblical Prophets, poets, poets, poets have always held a place of great respect and purpose in great civilizations.
"Did you know your words can do this, too?"
- Great Poet Who Big Brother is Definitely Watching
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Another... there's so much more to say mornings...
Call it reference material for afternoon writing sessions.
Hope all's well.
Take care, reconsider the evolutionary importance of poetry, thank a poet and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Cool Electric Cool
2025.06.06
Friday, June 6. 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonderful! Wonder Fell! Hello! O/
Bright pep-rally bugle blowing friend first thing is not an alarm clock to throw against the wall.
Though, they should be.
But they'd find a way to be bright cheery about the toss.
Better to meet them just after lunchtime when the sluggish slogs set in.
What cellphone song wakes you up?
What rings your rise and shine?
It says a lot about the kind of person you are. Your alarm clock sound tells you to wake up, and tells the rest of the world the type of person you are.
"Beep! Beep! Honk!" You're a get it done no nonsense don't consider yourself very creative type.
"Your favorite song." You're a creative spirit.
Whatever wakes you, good to be read by you again.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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A thunderstorm just before dawn broke the two day heatwave.
Summer lightning is a welcomed spectacle.
It's electric cool.
Another slow record of slow-to-reach-me words to place down.
Summer's drawl for a call each morning lately.
How are you?
Speedy getting it done? Or slow rollin' doom-scrollin' the trendy News of the day?
People get together, by the way.
Groups of like minded people, organizations get together and decide what you should look at everyday, choose what's best to spend your time thinking about.
Not conspiracy theory stuff, the way of the world stuff at present.
Agenda groups called media outlets decide where and what you should think about.
Getting your attention is their first priority. Spectacle, and not what's best to talk on to raise the quality of our lives, is the only true concern of most of the modern press.
Unless you consider the source and their intentions before you click the article, turn to the radio station; you're being used for profits.
You're not helping yourself or anyone else, other than the companies paid for every view and click.
We are what we eat, and if you're chewing on spectacle shows for profit well... now you believe greed pays.
You might not like it, like you don't like seeing the tragedies spoon-fed you, but you tell yourself, it's just what you gotta do to succeed.
We feed a monster and soon enough the monster is big enough to hoard the food and decide when and who and where you get to eat.
That's the control of the media, the so called News, at present in our Country: A Monster.
A Beast.
Better to pay attention to what's going on in your local area than thousands of miles away.
Better to focus on what you can help directly than be directed to feel someone's anger regarding issues beyond your reach.
Someone who's paid to be angry to keep you listening.
If you get riled up about something you have no influence on, you're a pawn for a machine or two for ratings, bottom lines, and political agendas.
Most of what we call News in America is actually Propaganda.
Words are my business and News, in The United States, is now a synonym for Propaganda.
Whoever holds the camera decides what you're allowed to see.
Whoever tells the story the pictures show is only telling you what they believe is important regarding the images.
Not facts, interpretations packaged in spectacle so you'll watch.
Confusion, what's going on now? What wild circus party is happening where?
Sensational circus shows are only slight of hand Vegas card tricks to get you to look at the spectacle while the actual pertinent event is happening behind the scenes.
Government is dull work. Papers signed. Bills deliberated on and passed.
If you're not seeing what's voted on in the legislature, you're not watching the News, you're looking at an elephant and donkey circus show directed by a fox and a peacock.
It breaks my heart and our Country that we choose the light show over the substance, the image over the actual.
There is so much more to say on this subject, and I do in other places, at other times.
Until good News focuses on good news, we're feeding ourselves poison and wondering why we're not healing.
What we feed is what survives.
Time we start feeding what lifts us up over what pisses us off or we won't last much longer.
Take care, think about what you watch, and who's taking the pictures, and why they want it to look and sound that way; take a look around your neighborhoods, online chats, work meetings, schools, and see the pictures fed you aren't reality, click to another webpage or change the station, and make wonderful our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Lola Gets
2025.06.02
Monday, June 2, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Howdy.
How's it going?
Body flowin'?
Getting it done?
A little fun in the sun?
Answering some questions from your friendly Ghos+?
Good.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Fun with fancy free in the air this morning.
Not sure the usual going rate for fancy, but today your fancy is free!
Free, that's a word to talk about, a concept to define.
Freedom is a matter of the ability to choose and the nature of choice.
Rules govern Nations. We adapt and change our rules, call them laws, and we have the foundation for a free society.
We're born free to choose what to do with our surroundings. Our surroundings are the results of shared choices.
Time spent with a friend is time spent sharing choices. This holds true in all dealings, business, romantic, and family, too.
Freedom is the measure of the flexibility in a relationship.
Abe!
New Squeaky Toy Day!
She's no Princess Pata, but she is a purple dragon named Lola.
And "Whatever Lola wants," we know, "Lola gets."
She wants Abe to slow down, get to know her first before heading right for her squeakers.
Yes, squeaker(s)!
Lola is no average woman; she's got five.
Dragon-sized love for my romantic dog.
But only if he old-fashioned takes his time and gets to know her first.
Lola knows she's a rare woman. She's not just giving her goods away. Abe's got to earn her love.
The way it ought to be.
Take care, enjoy your freedom by sharing choices with another, slow down and get to know each other, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Public Train Stations
2025.05.07
Wednesday, May 07, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Welcome aboard The Ghos+ Train.
Next stop: Introspection Station.
Grab your reading glasses of the popular fashion, light up your picture projecting screens, time to go, on with our show...
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Peace.
Do you know what it is? Have you felt it?
A society that creates a safe atmosphere to build and live dreams is a peaceful one.
The level of the security to do this felt by the population is the measure of Peace.
America has got some work to do before we can call ourselves a peaceful society.
Our news cycles with their acts of crime and greed and graft, political maneuvering and propaganda in the place of productive policy presentation, prove this truth.
Our schools.
Our schools.
Our schools.
A Nation whose children are killed in mass murder shootings with regularity is a Nation at war.
With itself.
And it's losing.
Whatever your beliefs regarding good and evil are, what's evil makes a play at ruling our way of life everyday.
And by all accounts of our Mass Media it's winning.
Lies.
Quick shock treatment images to grab your attention.
But within every lie there's a grain of truth, and The Modern American Media Machine is a granary.
If you're fired up upset about the political Left, the political Right, I'm sorry to say you are a tool for ratings and not truth.
If you don't know what bills are on the table to vote for and what they propose and how your candidate voted and plans to vote on them, you are a ratings tool for a propaganda machine.
Talk with your community, your friends, consider your day to day life experience living here, see what policies are being voted on and which you do or don't agree with and vote for the candidate that supports them.
If you don't do this and are fired up politically, you're not being a good citizen, you're being a good audience member.
Watch Netflix instead.
You'll better serve yourself and our Country.
Shut off the radio, the Network News, talk with your community, consider what would help each day most, vote and vocalize accordingly and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
It was well before morning almost a year ago:
“You got to do something, you just do,
before you know it you wake up and you’re 40.”
An old memory back with the first Happy
Birthday to tell me it was right again.
It was a hotel outside of Concord, Massachusetts,
Closer to a shopping mall than Walden Pond.
But close enough to see, just yesterday at sunset,
Birds flying from the pond’s shore, where everyday
Tourists who live a few miles away were
Diving in headfirst in swim caps and goggles:
Like insects smacking into
Pages of a history book made
With sheets
Of flypaper.
Well before morning almost a year
Ago and not surprised to find
Friendship,
Loneliness,
Love,
And
What Home
Might mean,
Casting
Shadows
And
Shapes
On this hotel ceiling.
Above this hotel bed.
Covered by this hotel white
Puff comforter, full of more air
Than
Comfort.
Not surprised to turn on
My quiet flashlight,
At my customary time, and join
My intended laptop at the table,
To write about:
The
Juxtaposition
Of the birds of Walden Pond,
To this hotel so covered
In
Scaffolding
I couldn’t read its name from the street.
“You gotta do something, you just do,
before you know it you wake up and you’re 40.”
Then a voice from 20 years ago:
“If you’re a poet when you’re 20, it’s because you’re 20;
if you’re a poet when you’re 40, it’s because you’re a poet.”
When you’re up before the birdsong,
Before the sunrise of your 40th birthday,
And it’s just another lifelong everyday
Morning that has you writing on
Friendship,
Loneliness,
Love
and,
What Home
Might mean,
And everyone you know is sleeping in a house with family,
Or under an empty comforter you just walked away from;
And they all think you’re awake
Because: You don’t need the sleep.
You are doing something,
And you most definitely,
Quite
Seriously,
Are
Convinced.
~ Wynn ~
Better Senseville
2024.11.18
2024.11.18
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Let's begin.
In case of The Mondays Break Glass.
It's only a calendar page.
Ax it.
Good morning again from Today.
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Winter thinks about snow; you can see it in his skies.
Slow practical words today.
Slept in late... so just at sunrise.
How things like schedules change.
Those late, late night days where just about noon was good morning... where'd they go?
Better Senseville where every alarm clock is sunlight.
Vitamins, medicine, something warm to drink, a few bites of something sweet with maybe a little salt to get the furnace fed.
A good morning in Better Senseville, USA.
Eyes off the screens. Take care of yourself first, groom before you loom over the lighted pages in Better Senseville.
Dot your eyes and cross your teas and coffees with sugar in the morning in Better Senseville.
Be kind to yourself, thank yourself for your practicality, enjoy the wisdom on any street, on every street in Better Senseville, USA.
Take care and have your sensible better day.
+he Ghos+
Then I remember America's poets.
We have this thing, America's poets do.
Maya taught me that. We share it.
She read Edgar Allan Poe and called him EAP (rhymes with creep).
Maya told me, see?
After the first line of hers I ever read, she was Maya, Emily, Langston, and Emerson.
Hank Thoreau called him Nature Loving Wally, Boston's original Green Monster.
First names. Nicknames. Instant friends. Kindred spirits.
A poet knows a poet the same way we know poetry; we let ourselves.
We surrender to what we are: The great manic steady stream called life.
We are not Hallmark Cards. We are tougher than adamantium steel.
We write the day.
We stay the tide.
We steady our ride.
We notice.
We take notes.
We live our lives in the eye of the storm.
A warrior poet?
Is there any other kind?
+he Ghos+
Wynn