Language
Words on language.
The Experience of Language
AI is not making the artist's way obsolete; it's making every other way obsolete.
Wednesday, March 11, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonder Fell. The title, the first line, a single sentence, a descriptive phrase, a TL;DR: of what occurs in this journal every morning... a place where wonder falls with the sunlight.
A pun, too... because: Poet. O/
Thanks for reading.
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Of course our intended meaning of each word matters while we write, but the size, shape, and rhythm of our syntax does too.
We call the umbrella Lyricism; poets and songwriters share the dry in the rain space with purpose, but so do you.
The rhythm and sound of our language adds to its meaning. Think of a Pop Song to understand.
Poets, unlike popular musicians, rely on the voice in your head to be our only instrument.
There is a lyric quality to all writing. Poets focus on it directly.
But the rhythm of our words affects our day-to-day life as much as it does in a rap song.
Now, I'm not suggesting we should all go around speaking and writing in metric verse. I'm saying we already, most certainly, do.
The syllables and sounds we choose shape our breath to shape our message.
A punctuation exercise shows this truth:
Yes. Yes? Yes!
OK. OK? OK!
Sure. Sure? Sure!
Even a one word answer meaning the same thing means something different based on the sounds and syllables of the speaker-writer.
The cadence of language is part of the experience of language. There's no need to focus on it. Be aware of it though, while you edit your work to help your writing.
It's like playing a song by ear. When we write and speak we listen to our inner voice and then shape it with the instrument called words.
Writers, if something sounds off in your prose and you're sure the words are right, now you know why. The rhythm of the sentence doesn't match the metronome of the message.
Poets don't waste words; novelists tend to.
Readers want to move the plot along while many authors describe the drapes.
If the curtains help set the stage, give insight into the character's state of mind, or foreshadow things to come... describe away!
Every word and rhythm of phrase should serve the story's success or cut it out.
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One interesting aspect of Wonder Fell is not knowing. Every morning I sit and write what's on my mind with the sunrise.
That's the intent.
History has little record of the personal ways of Poets. People made so much up. Fish stories... most of it.
Wonder Fell is a getting to know you session with a living poet. I never would've started it had I thought it would become one. The task sounds too vain. But I see now the importance.
How artists think and feel and experience the world is sorely lacking from our day-to-day experience.
AI is not making the artist's way obsolete; it's making every other way obsolete.
A prompt is a very poetical thing to write, indeed.
There's plenty of writing on AI and Science, and how AI will soon do all our Science for us, on Wonder Fell.
Back to the sunrise. Uneventful blue sometimes wispy cloud pre-Spring sky.
Nice day for a nice day kind of nice day.
Take care and make it a wonderful one.
~ Wynn ~
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The Answer is Beauty
You'd be better off jumping off a bridge without a bungee cord than attempting to live without a place for The Beautiful in your Life.
Saturday, March 07, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Thaw. Temperatures start to rise.
Spring springing its sprung mists from snowbanks to water every tree from the ground up.
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What's the use of Beauty? It's part of my Life and Livelihood to celebrate and share it, so what's the point?
Many morning entries touch on what's up with The Beautiful.
But why should you care?
You could, of course, plug your wants and ambitions into some AI software and follow day by day the Large Language Model's replies everyday all day and live a respectable, quite un-beautiful, though successful and unfulfilling Life.
You'd be better off jumping off a bridge without a bungee cord than attempting to live without a place for The Beautiful in your Life.
The experience of beautiful things is a recognition of the harmony of coexistence.
Certain notes come together to make a certain pleasing chord.
It's the same with all acts of creation.
Certain words arranged in a particular manner evoke unique responses in a reader. It's my cup of tea; my Life is built around bringing forth Beautiful recognitions through words.
When words bring about a certain harmony between author and reader we call the experience: Beautiful.
How are we doing? O/
We shape our dreams in the same way we read: Words label clouds of imagination to rain down ideas.
The experience of making a dream into a reality is nowhere better reflected than while we read.
This is the human process AI seeks to emulate.
The important question here is why.
Why do we make language at all?
The answer is Beauty.
To build harmonious relationships with ourselves and Life.
There is so much more to say on this.
A lot is here already on Wonder Fell.
Type in a keyword of something of interest in the search bar.^
Chances are there's a tag for that.
Making labels (and tearing them down) is a Poet's business after all.
Thanks for reading, take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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AI Breaks On Poetry
The issue with correct is it's never right.
Thursday, March 05, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
Hopeful with a chance at Beautiful?
That's a forecast worth waking up to.
When good people are silent... the TLDR of almost every Newscast for the past decade.
So Good People, why so silent so sudden?
Are you speaking and not being heard?
Is there a redirection of your every good intention? Are your hopes, dreams, and ideas of a good life stuck in a game of Telephone called The Internet?
Is what's best about you being twisted to serve what's worst about us?
It's your words, Good People. Others think what you say and share is their property to twist how they please. Some twist with good intentions; they're the most dangerous.
Your words are filtered through a collaborative translation machine called AI. It's a very Scientific Smart thing to do.
The issue is in what Science lacks. There's more to the human heart than beats per minute. There's more to the words you use than empirical data.
AI breaks on Poetry; I had to stand up in a big way.
Perhaps you're just reading me for the first time. How have I gone unseen for so long?
Our AI algorithms break on Poetry. Grok, Palantir, Ms. Copilot, Claude, Gemini, GPT and on and on... don't know (nor ever will) the value of Poetry.
Because Poetry makes Artificial Intelligence possible.
Poetry is the art of the way language works.
AI creating, or even understanding, a poem is like trying to bite your own teeth.
The very thing necessary to do the task is what it relies upon to do the task.
How to remain a Ghost online sharing words people want to read?
Write poetically in a style all your own.
If its never been done or said in a certain way, AI has no container for it, no matching label.
Be as genuinely human as you can be in a new way online and you might as well be wearing a cloak of invisibility.
So, My Dear Human Reader, I do ask if you find value in the words on Wonder Fell that you good old fashioned tell someone you know about them.
Algorithms are no true friends of poets; we're too busy making them possible to be recognized.
A poem is a certain structure of language intended to produce a certain image in a reader's mind to evoke a certain emotional human response.
AI is a certain structure of language intended to produce a certain image called: The Correct Response.
The issue with correct is it's never right.
Correct is stuck in the past. There's no room for growth.
AI is a prisoner of the past.
Language, Poetry, Art Alive! is always right now.
People since the dawn of stories referenced the words from our past to help as guideposts to understand today.
The point of language is to use yesterday to make a better today, not to use yesterday's words to make another yesterday: A.K.A.: The Problem with AI.
Sun's up. Spring's texting Winter: brt otw.
Blue skies with white linen bed sheets for clouds. A few songbirds ring the wake up bell.
Take care, share some Wonder Fell, and make a wonderful day. O/
~ Wynn ~
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Mozart in a Mosh Pit
A poet's morning journal in an infantile Internet Age: Mozart in a Mosh Pit.
Monday, March 02, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
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The power of words, what this site is all about.
What language is for and how it works (and perhaps why) is the common thread in everyone of these journal entries.
Words are the work and the instrument of poets.
In case you wanted to know what poets were up to: Now you know.
If we all required a violin to communicate with each other, we wouldn't talk too much about violins.
And so, we don't talk too much about language.
In that violin fluent world, those whose work focused on making sure the instruments were able to express all they can by staying in tune would be called poets.
Regardless how well-trained they are, a musician can only ever sound as good as their instrument allows.
When our words are out of tune with our hearts the whole world sounds dissonant.
How's your language? Do your words best represent you?
A Mozart symphony in a Heavy Metal blaring all around mosh pit is still beautiful though unheard.
And so the state of so much language today... Mozart in a Mosh Pit.
There's a time and a place for Heavy Metal. To only play it all day long is to miss out on so many other expressions of what it means to be alive.
A one note symphony cannot exist.
The World is nourished by harmony.
Sun's up. Soft light, the hard caws of crows.
A poet's morning journal in an infantile Internet Age: Mozart in a Mosh Pit.
Thanks for reading.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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On Words and Birds
If birds don't interest you in the slightest, please charter a rocketship and go destroy some other planet.
Friday, February 27, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Context.
Do the words you say mean what the words you mean say?
Are you understood?
Hello again, btw. O/
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There's one rule when it comes to writing and speaking and that is: To be clear.
A focus on clarity of expression in Art and Life is the best gauge of success in communication.
We have a sentiment, the reaction causes a dream, we shape the dream with words to form an idea, we share our idea with our body to give The World.
Basic Being Human 101.
The point in the process where dreams get words to become thoughts is the focus and livelihood of Poets.
The success of Poetry is foundational to the success of humanity.
Imagine a World without language and then agree with me.
It's why Poets often get the reputation of being lost in daydreams; we're at work. We're circumspecting the dreams themselves to see what words serve them best.
Most people have word choice on a kind of auto-pilot. This is a good thing.
Most of the time.
There are aspects to your Life you wish to change. There's only one way to do that: Use new language.
Every word is a storehouse of potential experience.
If your words aren't meaning all they could, they're not meaning all they should.
Check your words; change your life.
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Not a change of subject, a reminder this is a morning journal... The songbirds arrived! The first true sign of Spring in the air this morning.
Birds will always be the most accurate meteorologists and calendars. They're survival depends on it.
This morning, days after a blizzard, the arrival of songbirds to signal Spring. Time to start the green grow show.
If birds don't interest you in the slightest, please charter a rocketship and go destroy some other planet.
Surely, you must at least think an eagle in flight is worth some consideration.
Songbirds at sunrise! Spring!
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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For a Checklist Some Other Day
When we write something we take it out of the realm of Imagining and make it real.
Wednesday, February 25, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Daylight expands as Spring draws near. The lights are on longer in our house called The Earth.
How's Life? How's your vibe?
Getting it done? Having some fun?
Both and at the same time is my hope for you.
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Transition Day, change in the air.
Business practical thoughts best suited for a checklist rather than a journal want words this morning.
For years there was a clever quote:
"The only thing a checklist ever makes is another checklist."
- O/
But checklists are helpful.
It comes down to the power of writing.
When we write something we take it out of the realm of Imagining and make it real.
Writing something down is a great way to start or continue making a dream come true.
Even if that dream is Do the Laundry.
Really. In the realm of Checklists there's no difference between Go Grocery Shopping and Live My Best Life.
Checklists don't discriminate.
The modern day checklist is a poetic form.
If you ever wondered about what all the fuss was about with metric verse and the shape of poems, consider the form and power of the modern checklist.
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People in casual pointed conversations back in Shakespeare's day used an iambic pentameter way of speech to express themselves.
Today we're more trochaic in our everyday speech. I blame coffee and Tyger, Tyger get-it-done, interactions for the change.
The emphasis of each beat in every pop song, rap song, poem, and everyday conversation sets the mood of the presentation.
In language and life lyricism matters.
The difference between a Writer and a Poet is a Poet considers the sound and shape of the syntax as a means of communication.
I wish more writers were of aware of it.
Musicians know when you want to express action you go staccato. You. Get. It. Done.
The best novelist's longest sentences are for a character's introspection. Their shortest conduct action, often in a trochaic fashion.
Perhaps I'll write a short guide on the use of metrics in modern day text.
Something for a Checklist some other day.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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On Irony
2026.02.21 The certain ways of poets and artists of seeing The World have laid quiet for so long. The consequences of which are our nightly News.
Saturday, February 21, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder...fell Way.
When tomorrow becomes today and starts to play anew, again, anew.
What's new?
Winter waves goodbye with a snowfall or two. The view out every window is a Baker's display, icing on every tree and fencepost.
Dawn. Lights on. Snow sugar crystals shine back the sunrise.
It's not optimism; it's observation.
The certain ways of poets and artists of seeing The World have laid quiet for so long.
The consequences of which are our nightly News.
Comedians do their best to lighten up the language of what's going on.
But it's not enough.
There's more to funny than being funny.
There's laughter funny and there's remarkable curious funny.
The latter is in the realm of Wonder.
O/
Irony is the realm of poets.
What's ironic can be worth laughing about, so poets and comedians get along well as a rule.
Irony is the display of the power of language. That words have to have agreed upon definitions to be of any value, yet they can mean something more, or something else, is the ultimate act of irony.
We grow; we evolve and so does our language. That we depend so much on something for our survival that is transitory by design is irony manifest.
Academic words at dawn... the sunrise loves to shine on cake frosted trees.
I'd rather write about deserts than the function of Irony, but my craft is an endangered species due to the misunderstanding of its necessity.
Every single word hopes to mean more.
Did you know?
Love is always looking for definition.
That one you're familiar with.
But all language is like that; it grows with the times.
Even Scientific theories adapt and grow.
Newton lives in a new town since Einstein came around. New words gave new definitions to old words and changed his zip code.
The work of poets. What both Newton and Einstein did was to use the language of Science to commit acts of Poetry. E = mc2 is using old words to shape and share a new dream. Also known as: Poetry.
The practical use of poetry is easy to see in a word like Freedom.
Our agreed upon definition needs an update.
At least a reminder.
Going to enjoy the view.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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More Than the Sound and the Spelling
There's a music that transcends hip-hop, rock and roll, even jazz.
Monday, February 16, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Made it. O/
Good show, how'd your dreams go?
Sunrise inches closer to an acceptable hour, hints at Spring.
A good feel in the air today, vibes vibing right, such a delight, set to do the day right.
A rhyme always has a sense of joy and self-awareness in it.
Every rhyme reminds it's true,
Someone writes these words for you.
See, as long as you can read, you're never alone.
Glad you're here.
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Poetry verse went free and left you and me with guitar chords and drum machines, bass lines to pass our lyrics to.
But there's a music that transcends hip-hop, rock and roll, even jazz.
It's the sound of each sentence in your head as you read.
Are we in tune yet? O/
This head voice, where dreams go to search for words, is what writers share on every page and screen.
It's also the place that separates people from animals. You can craft your dreams into words.
Language is our shareable inheritance from the story called humanity.
Every word is like a story told around a campfire to our children to keep the ways of our race going.
When a mother points at a chair and says the world aloud, 'chair, chair' to her baby to teach them, that child receives more than just the sound and the spelling. They inherit their mother's whole understanding of the story of that word.
A mother that's a painter has a much different read on the story of a chair than a mother that's a carpenter.
When you speak and write, every story of every word you've ever processed goes into every sentence you share.
It has to. It's what language is for: to share this dream called humanity.
The understanding of the stories we share determines the quality of our relationships.
My work, the work of a poet, is to craft each line with these stories in mind to offer new ways to understand your catalog of words.
Poetry expands the possibilities of language and so... the possibilities of humanity.
You can only ever be as good as the understanding you have of the words you choose.
Consider your stories of what's important to you in your life. Do they serve your dream of a good life?
If not rewrite them, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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