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AI's Lack: Looking out for Pablo's Rep

What makes Michelangelo makes The Ceiling of The Sistine Chapel.

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.

Glad you're back. O/

Pleasure, comfort, health and well-being my hopes for you. Thanks for reading.

On with our show...

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Moonlight keeps watch while the Sun comes back around.

What's new? Another morning after dreams so vivid like a cinema projection show in the mind while I slept.

I wonder about dreams, what they're for, and why we don't consider and talk about them more.

Perhaps one day after AI makes Science passé we'll venture into the world of dreams.

We measure a dream's value by our artistic representation of it.

I see humanity moving this way.

The advent of AI leads to putting Science on autopilot and freeing us to dream.

Artificial Intelligence is a boon to Artists when viewed properly.

Every Artist, Writer, and Musician is a part of every painting, story and song they create. What makes Michelangelo makes The Ceiling of The Sistine Chapel.

One cannot exist without the other.

No matter how technologically advanced AI becomes it could never create anything at all unless a dreamer with a vision and the skill to make it real did first.

Think of AI mimicking Art like this:

A translation of poetry.

I am not a native speaker of Spanish, however I've heard great things about Pablo Neruda's poetry.

Each time I read an English translation of his poetry I'm appalled at, quite frankly, how awful it sounds.

Surely the translations must be lacking?

Neruda is one of The Spanish Language's most revered poets.

What's missing from the translations of Neruda's poems to English is what's missing in AI generated art.

Translators are focused on the words and not the essence of the words.

I feel a little slight of a Poet's Pride for Pablo every time I read an English translation. So, one day, I put my years of study of Spanish and Poetry to work and set to right his reputation with The English speaking world.

That exercise is posted here.

AI leaves out the essence; AI is always a collaborative translation.

Like reading Neruda in English.

What For Pablo, Para Ti exemplifies is this poet's poetic translation of another poet's experience.

Match For Pablo, Para Ti with any intellectual translation of the same poem to see all the hazards of AI.

There are just some things a computer can never express.

All that makes Life worth living, for example.

I'll be releasing a formal anthology of poems soon. Part of this post will be included.

The purpose of the Neruda exercise is +he Ghos+ Point.

We bring ourselves to everything we experience.

Nowhere is this clearer than while we read.

We show ourselves in everything we create.

Nowhere is this clearer than while we make Art.

To exemplify your essence's experience of an experience is the point and purpose of all Artistic Endeavors.

AI can never experience Life, can never speak only translate.

Take care, create something, and make wonderful this wonderful day.

Wynn

Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🆙up

Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of a person holding a book up to a mirror.

For the Sake of Words

Keep in mind every time you utter, type, sing, or thumb-slap a word you're furthering or hindering humanity.

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.

We write the morning; we do the day.

We march one step and sip of our coffee or tea to see the words match our dreams.

Hope all's well Dear Reader. O/

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For the sake of words... definitely the title.

What my work is about lately: The poetry of words.

A poem about words is like biting your own teeth.

But with all the babble on blaring around us, someone ought to point out the cause.

How we treat our words is how we value life.

A world without language is a monkey's mess.

Words, like people, are alive.

Language needs dreamers to keep it going. A word is never done, never dead.

Humanity evolves because its language does.

The link between evolution and language is a redundancy.

The only way to evolve is to grow our understanding.

That means to heal and expand our expressions.

And so I write.

Every morning.

Thanks for reading.

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Keep in mind every time you utter, type, sing, or thumb-slap a word you're furthering or hindering humanity.

Your words really do matter that much.

Your language is the art you use to communicate yourself to the world.

Be clear. Be sincere. Your voice, written or said, is the masterpiece you share with life itself.

A lie told is a disingenuous brushstroke, a rookies mistake, a disservice to the painter as well as the viewer.

When you listen to and take your advice from falsehoods you follow a GPS app that gives bad directions.

You never get where you intend to go. You walk, drive, live around frustrated all your efforts do nothing more than get you more lost.

This is why my Country hasn't healed since the time of Covid. We're being fed lies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And too many are eating what's served as opposed to choosing something better.

The modern media machine in America, at present, is a GPS app that gives bad directions.

It's no longer enough to only refuse to watch and listen to the lies, we now must serve and share something better.

Consider Wonder Fell something better shared; a Poet stepping up.

As always thanks for being here, take care, share words of hope, and make wonderful this wonderful day.

Wynn

Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🪕 banjo

Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink drawing of a person reading on a hillside during a snowstorm at dawn.

We Need Your Words for Medicine

So long as we keep paying for bad News, we're going to keep paying for bad News.

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.

Welcome back. O/

Wonder fell, Wonder fell,
Who's got the spell?

The magic's in the words.
ABC's to seize your dreams.

Thanks for using your magic to bring these words to life.

They're just blips of light or ink on a page without your magic. So thank you.

Do you see it now? The real issue with the constant barrage of bad News and negative opinions?

Every time someone reads it, it's brought to Life.

Enter your new understanding of the power of The Arts.

This is by no means a call for censorship. No. This is a call for a responsibility of readership.

Even if it's only to dismiss it, to roll your eyes and cast it away, what you read and witness becomes a part of your world through your witness of it.

What do you want to have more of in your life? See it more often. Read it. Make it live in your world, so it can live in The World.

Words and images matter so much. Our cellphone staring, screens everywhere glaring, made us go numb and forget.

When we see something we read it. The understanding and evaluation of it becomes a part of our day. And so it lives in The World through the viewer.

What do you fill your day with? What stories are your considerations?

They live through you.

It's a question of values.

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So long as we keep paying for bad News, we're going to keep paying for bad News.

The more profitable we make good News the more profit will be gained from creating it.

It really is that simple.

When good News pays the bills everyone wins.

What can you do?

Actively choose what you watch and listen to.

If a doom and gloom story shows on a screen, if a jockey starts spouting hate, change the channel. There are so many better ways to feed your day.

You see, when we feed on something for awhile we come to depend on it.

We've become a Nation addicted to tragedy.

Shock and spectacle have ruled the airwaves. Let's cut it out. Stop feeding the synthesized Hell. Actively choose to watch something else.

Don't be quiet about your choice.

Let people know.

"I stopped reading, watching, listening to bad News. Now, I get my good News here."
-Reader Helping to Save Our Country

Again: So long as we keep paying for bad News, we're going to keep paying for bad News.

Artists, Musicians, Writers! This is where we can help.

Flood the airwaves with your works of Hope.

Life is still worth waking up for.

Remind The World.

Right now we need your Art, your music, your words for medicine.

Artists! Administer The World its dose!

Be bold. Be seen. Be beautifully prolific.

Lift us up where we've been pulled down for so long.

The Internet is the biggest boon for creatives since the printing press. Use it. Flex the flexibility and freedom found there and share your wonderful expressions.

The World isn't going to heal itself; our stories are.

Wonder Fell is here everyday to help you keep it going.

Hollywood and Broadway this means you, too.

Stop feeding the beast of tragedy, people need hope. You're both factories of Hope or Hell. The choice is yours. The World is a better place than we've been portraying it to be.

Entertainers time to take some responsibility for the State of our Country.

When the News becomes entertainment, it's time for our entertainers to provide the News.

Every work of Art shows a moral way. America's moral compass has been spinning for decades.

Our stories, our Arts and Entertainment, are the way to reestablish Our True North.

As always, thank you for reading.

Take care, share some good News, share some Art, and make wonderful this wonderful day.

Wynn

Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎦cinema

What's Wonderful for You?

2026.01.11

Sunday, January 11, 2026

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.

How's the day? O/

Something wonderful for you...

What words would re-spark wonder in your life?

"Free money. Just read."

How's that?

With all the majestic mountains, and the magic of moonlight, and what love can and does do; have we sunk so low?

Where do you place your value? What's wonderful for you?

Life is worth so much more than where we place our value, lately.

Our stories are loud, flashy, sensational with our music; hints at morality hold them together because morality is an essential part of any work of art.

Because doing what is right means reaffirming Life's intrinsic value.

Living... to be alive is a wonderful thing.

How did so many, so often, forget?

I blame our stories, our lowercase arts.

We match Art with Entertainment and attempt to equate the two. But the purpose of Art is the opposite of Entertainment.

Entertainment distracts; Art demands attention.

The first helps us forget. The latter makes us remember what it means to be alive.

Every morning I write at the miracle of dawn because somewhere in all our computing, all our money woes and ways, we trained ourselves to forget.

Another New Englander over a century ago left his modern world and set up shop in the woods to see about living deliberately.

Every morning, going on two years, I write the sunrise to remember this miracle called Life.

If your world is flat and lacking joy, reset your alarm clock, watch a few sunrises, and remember as you watch the star come over the horizon: That doesn't have to happen.

Wonder for a few moments why it does. Be grateful for all it allows. Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.

Wynn

Brought emoji of the day: 🌅sunrise

And So I Write

2026.01.04

Sunday, January 04, 2026

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Welcome to the show. O/

Midnight changes the calendar, though most of us sleep at least six more hours before we wake.

What's up with that?

Another incredibly early morning here. It's still yesterday on the West Coast. Greetings from tomorrow, California. O/

So far, so good.

So many sunrises in a row now on Wonder Fell. Hundreds.

Thanks for sharing some with me.

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It's interesting in its intimacy, this act of journal sharing.

How words shape and build identity show well here.

How each sentence says so much about the writer is worth our wonder.

Respect and reverence for the written word, for language at all, is what this site is all about.

Neglecting to remember the power words have to shape our lives is the cause of everything we see, and hear, and call so much of the News these days.

You see, Dear Reader, this is poet's work. More than the Hallmark Card love letter melancholy business so commonly put on us; we're guardians of words themselves.

I blame America's youth, not our young generations; our civilization's age.

We've only been around a couple hundred years. Our start was a turning away from so much else.

We have no Chaucers, no Miltons, no Homers that aren't yellow. Poets like these shaped civilizations with their testaments to morality.

And so I write.

I write my best to remind us of our best so we can, again, show what's best about ourselves to each other.

It takes story, it takes myth, it takes lyrical language to do that.

Our popular musicians, at times, do their best to remind us the value of Life. But a pop song can only do so much.

Different types of Art are different types of medicine.

A popular song heard by the right person at the right time changes that person's life.

Poetry, specifically Lyrical and Epic Poetry, is medicine for Civilizations.

And so I write.

Humbly, consistently, a voice every morning to remind us Life is still worth wonder. Our dreams still matter.

How we treat each other still defines our value more than any bank account can ever say.
Our words, more precisely our stories and Art, must begin to emphasize this point if our civilization is to endure.

It's time for us Artists to be the grown-ups, take the reigns, and lead.

We are so much better than how we've been treating and talking about ourselves lately.

Most of humanity has a camera, a speaker, a monitor on them at all times these days.

Our phones are connected to The World.

Artists! Let's flood phones with Art, with music, with stories and purge our so called News.

People! There are better things to look at and listen to than what passes for News.

Choose your favorite genre of music for your radio station choice over the channel with the people getting paid to make you angry.

The woman singing her heart out so you can have a better day deserves your attention more. She most certainly is of more lasting value and increases rather than takes away from your quality of life.

When Art takes over a culture it's called a Renaissance. America is long overdue one.

The reality of an American Renaissance is the only way we can bring lasting positive change.

Our understanding of our stories is broken. This requires new stories, art, and music to heal.

There's much to say on this topic. It's part of the point and purpose of Colore to address it directly.

And so I write.

As always, thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.

Wynn

+he Ghos+

Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 👋wave

Same Prompt🤔: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of an open book on a table on a hillside at dawn.

Developing a Practice

2025.12.30

Tuesday, December 30, 2025

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.

We write. We draw. We sing and strum. We create!

O/

Thank you Artists of all kinds for showing the world it's Beautiful.

Keep going.

More than hobby or craft, it's generosity.

Those quiet moments we spend alone in daydreams, when the busy world does its busy, yearn to be shared.

We sit quiet, observe our minds, feel with our imagination the world... we feast on dreams.

"Where do you come up with your ideas?"
-Friends Who Don't Consider Themselves Creative But Are Always Quite Busy

We stare at walls, we do the dishes, we gather dreams.

Alone time... introspection is all part of the process of Art.

The best dreams come in quiet safe places,
Alone, or with friendly trustworthy faces.

Our dreams are beautiful; that's why they're worth sharing.

But it is easy to be lulled into a lullaby of idleness by them.

This is why it's important to have a practice set up: to develop the habit of making.

That means allotting time to wander, to daydream, to be idle.

Remember gathering is part of the process, too.

Everyday doings: laundry, washing dishes, showering; are great times to gather dreams.

Your body is comfortable with the tasks.

Unless you jog everyday, a walk is always better than a run for gathering dreams.

Your body knows what's required.

So there's no deliberation required.

This is another, perhaps the most important, reason for developing a practice. Your body gets comfortable with the process of writing, of drawing, of singing and strumming. And because it's comfortable dreams come easy to fill the craft.

Just show up around the same time everyday and make something. After sometime the dreams will come.

When we try, when we force, the trying and the forcing go into the work and are shared with the audience.

It's disingenuous somehow. Like you don't believe it's good. That disbelief, then, goes into your creation.

Cut it out.

Show up.

Remember you love making and make!

Write a simple sentence. Draw a stick figure. Sing a scale. Get into the rhythm of making.

Writers often talk about the different ways of making a story. There's two camps: Plotters and Pantsers.

Plotters make a map and follow it. Pantsers sit and write by the seat of their pants.

These are actually the same process; it's only a matter of trust and timing.

Stories all work in a certain way. There are plenty of books and courses to show how.

The writer makes a character and then takes them through the certain ways of a story.

The metaphors and details are all that's new.

We can make those before we start writing (plotter), or while we write (pantser).

For me, I make a mental note (sometimes written) of "this happens then this happens then this happens...end scene," just a short list before I write each scene. A quick plot to get my pants comfortable.

Why get into the car if you don't know where you're going?

This works for all forms of writing and Art. Know where your Art is going and know the trip to be worth the ride. Your enjoyment of your creation is infectious.

Do you recall driving backroads when the sky through the trees turned a beautiful shade of you-didn't-know-skies-came-in-that-color?

Bring back that feeling while you write if you want your writing beautiful.

Just be in the feeling of what you want to share, then be sincere.

Enthusiasm is always a great feeling to have while creating; it gets viewers excited to see your work, and to be alive.

Sun's up. Clear, cool day in December.

Thanks for reading, work some today, and make wonderful this wonderful day.

Wynn

+he Ghos+

Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🕵️sleuth_or_spy

Same Prompt🤔: Create a poorly drawn stick figure drawing of a guy and his dog sitting looking at a laptop computer.

Image courtesy of Google Gemini, Some Doodling Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Image courtesy of Ms. Copilot (MAI), Some Doodling Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025 (Really Reach Out)

In Intimate Ways

2025.12.29

Monday, December 29, 2025

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.

How's the day? O/

Slushy rain here.

Sometimes the words do the weather justice. Slush is a great example; it sounds like the experience.

How's your sunlight?

What if sunlight is programmer's code?

Put that in your morning cup to wonder about.

It makes scientific sense if it is.

There's a great poetic metaphor there, at least.

Our screens show algorithms and code based on sequences of light.

So what's up with The Sun?

Does our galaxy's star have a programmer?

Assuming celestial fire burns arbitrarily is human ignorance and vanity.

We have a phone with an Internet connection. What wonders it brings!

Much in the same way, we have The World powered by The Sun.

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Some morning thoughts for daydreamers and Scientists to consider.

It's a journal, some morning thoughts of a poet in an Internet Age.

Not a series of lectures or dissertations.

We can hop around here.

Even a very unprofessional bunny emoji is quite acceptable on Wonder Fell. 🐰

Deep thoughts, wonder, and the power of words; the ways of a poet.

Part of the point of this site is that the ways Artists, Poets specifically, think is lacking from our daily lives.

Sensationalism has ruled American Art for too long. It's time we artistically grew up as a Nation.

Life is worth more than a spectacle light show. There's warm honest moments with friends, family, loved ones, and yourself worth celebrating.

In intimate ways.

If there's one quality lacking from American Art, and therefore American Culture, it's a sense of intimacy.

Intimacy is a shared recognition of Life's value.

Every life has a world of its own going on within it.

Your romantic partner, the politician on the other side of the aisle, the gas clerk, even The Internet Troll, has a whole world of their own within.

Calories don't make us who we are; our stories do.

My queue to go back to writing some.

As always, thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.

Wynn

+he Ghos+

Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 😁grin

Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of The Sun dressed as a nerd programming lines of code on a laptop in the style of a magical surrealist anime painting.

Image courtesy of Google Gemini, Some Surrealist Painters, A Few Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
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Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Surrealist Painters, A Few Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025

The Subjective Nature and Inconsistencies of AI Imagery

2025.12.27

Saturday, December 27, 2025

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.

Do you keep a morning journal?

If you're a Writer, an Artist of any kind, it helps.

Start the day defining your priorities.

Writer, Artist write some lines!

Everyday, of course. Might as well start first thing in the morning.

Isn't your Art at least as important as your cup of coffee?

Let it know.

Start the day with at least a few words or sketches. Don't be concerned with quality or quantity. Just show up. Make anything at all. You're a creator. This is who you are. This is what you do. Affirm yourself to the World every morning.

"Good morning, Life. Here I am. The person that makes new things. O/"
-Writer or Artist At Work Getting It Done

Keep showing Life who you are and Life keeps helping you out.

It's what practice is all about.

Do a little bit of what you love every morning with your cup of coffee or tea.

For no other reason other than you love to.

Everyday remind the World who you are, so the World can help you be it.

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I started reaching out to Artists. This campaign to show the inconsistencies and subjective nature of AI is near its end.

I would much prefer to offer the place for images on Wonder Fell to Artists.

A gallery of sorts.

💡
Actually, that's a great name for it. The Gallery: Of Sorts

The Gallery: Of Sorts on Wonder Fell.

All sorts of Art and Artists in The Gallery: Of Sorts on Wonder Fell.

Coming Soon.

Till then there's fun showing the subjective nature and inconsistencies of AI.

Btw: AI images are helpful. There needs be no hate from Artists regarding AI Imagery.

The term 'AI art' has to go; it's an impossibility. Art is made by dreamers. Machines don't dream. A piece and part of every Artist is in every work they make.

It's easy to see if you look at enough Art.

The difference between an AI replica and an original piece is easy to spot.

The pictures my words create for you, as you read, are directly For You. AI making an image out of them is at least a step, if not hundreds, removed.

AI is always, in all ways, a collaborative translation.

The Ghos+ Point, again....

Thanks for reading this morning journal gone Epic (literally).

Take care, make something, and make wonderful this wonderful day.

Wynn

+he Ghos+

Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎨art

Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a sad robot painting a poorly painted picture in the style of a magical Pixar animation.

Image courtesy of Google Gemini, Some Pixar Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
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Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Pixar Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025