Beauty
A Poet's thoughts on Capital B, Beauty. (also known as 'My Job.')
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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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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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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Life alive!
AI can't do that dance.
Friday, May 01, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
The soft warm colors of a cool May morning.
With all the technological wonders in the World what do we do with Beauty?
The African Violets on the table by where I write these morning entries barely had a bloom a year ago. Now the pot is brimming full of flowers.
People should know.
Countless violets bloomed since the dawn of time; many research papers were wrote using AI this past year.
Somehow the flowers are worth... more?
Perhaps more isn't the best word.
The violets are worth something different.
Beauty, resilience, the will to live... Life alive!
AI can't do that dance.
The choreography of Life itself. Always new, always looking for better ways.
Finding them, calling each evolution, and moving on.
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Some mornings just want to watch the sunrise to see what's new.
Today is some morning. O/
~ Wynn ~
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Dreamers Know This
Change your stories and you change your life.
Thursday, April 30, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Here's the rub: A magnetic tipped stylus on an E-ink screen.
Where I write (rub) these journal entries.
Daydreamers of The World, Keepers of Hope for a better life, a better day... you're not alone.
It's why I keep my morning thoughts online and free: Because the best way to make the best World is to encourage and support Dreamers.
Whether you dream of some great technology to help The World, or a great Artistic expression to enrich the quality of all our lives, you're welcome here.
There's another World; it exists with this one. We call it The Imagination.
Daydreamers you're not lost or spaced-out. You're working gathering materials for your creations.
Some Scientists roll their empirical eyes when Imagination is brought up. But what's found there is what makes eyes roll.
Dreamers know this: Change your stories and you change your life.
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Rain gives way to cloudy skies. The last day of April, green buds bountiful grassy patches of ground.
All around Life springs eternal in this great dance aptly named Spring.
The World's choreography is a wonderful staged show of color. Life is too well organized to be accidental. Remember that next time you look in a mirror.
Beauty is in the beholder's eye, so hold it and be it.
Nothing in The World can be beautiful without someone to recognize, record, and witness it.
Might as well be you and me. O/
~ Wynn ~
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Living Moments in Language
How to share something beautiful in a shock obsessed hurry up doomscroll world?
Wednesday, April 22, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Robins sing in a sweet surreal choir in the deepest dark before dawn.
Their music travels through the ethereal theatre of night in the slow minutes before sunrise.
How to share something beautiful in a shock obsessed hurry up doomscroll world?
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The sunrise is my truest friend; it never lets me down.
Always beautiful, always necessary, always a rainstorm of color to start each day.
So I share my words with the dawn.
We have so much in common.
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Words can fill a Large Language Model, but they can also be Beautiful.
Do you remember?
It's my work to show you.
Words are not facts; words make facts possible.
To express a living moment in language, to keep the experience singing for the reader who finds them, to share a sentiment of beauty in symbols so well considered and shaped the reader feels the author's witness; these are some aims of language lately overlooked.
Others should know life is still a beautiful place worth each breath.
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This morning joy showed in the sunlight after the robins serenade for the night.
How much effect do words have on witness?
Did the bird's song add joy to the morning light? Can music set a stage?
A car ride with Bach is a different trip if a Hip-Hop holla-back rap song is thumping instead.
Choose your bass level wisely, get into treble, and make something wonderful.
~ Wynn ~
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