Music
Thoughts on Music...
A Poet's Paint
A place for a poet to have a conversation with his Country.
Sunday, February 01, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The healthy way to start your day.
Thanks for being healthy. O/
True health starts on the inside.
The amount of stress your body feels determines its well-being.
So stressing out counting calories is counter-intuitive.
If you enjoy counting... it's a fine thing to do.
Interesting morning, health on the mind.
I wonder how many journal entries the world over deal with topics of physical well-being.
A large percent I'm sure.
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Wonder Fell's turned into more than just a journal. It's become a place for a poet to have a conversation with his Country.
Because what's missing most from America is what Poets do best: A quiet introspection and an appreciation of moments.
There are so many of us who believe the only way to make a song sound better is to turn up the volume.
Give that sentence a thought or two and you'll see it's the cause of all our Nation's unrest.
Our music and our media are worth more than a volume button consideration.
Substance over image... the substance makes the true value of the image: The Ghost Point.
How we shape and arrange the materials of our lives determines our worldly success. But how we choose, and what we choose, depends on the substance of our character.
How we do anything at all defines our ultimate success.
How we use our words determines their success. This is poet's work.
We're focused on how language works.
The properties of paint say what an Artist can paint.
The substance of language is a poet's paint.
And so Wonder Fell... to defend the materials of my work.
There's more to language than exclamation points. Someone tell our media and entertainment industry that periods, questions marks, and lyricism still exist. Someone show the view out our windows and on our screens is the result of not valuing them.
Someone is. O/
Thank you for reading. Take care and make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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Archaic Slab
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.
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
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of a person holding a book up to a mirror.
Archaic Slab
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
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Archaic Slab
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+
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Same Prompt🤔: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of an open book on a table on a hillside at dawn.
Archaic Slab
What the First Line Is For
2025.11.16
Sunday, November 16, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Words with the sunrise. Welcome. O/
Just write.
That's the advice writers, would be and are... Just write.
Van Gogh told another painter something like, "If a voice tells you that you can't paint... paint. And paint and paint. Only by working will that voice be quieted."
So, writers with your blocks... shut up.
And just write.
Kindly said, of course.
It's not like you suddenly forgot how to make a sentence, so make a sentence.
What's called writer's block, any creative block at all actually, is a matter of specifics.
It's not that you can't write; it's that you feel you can't write that.
That being whatever you want to write about.
Here's the cure, and Van Gogh knew it too: Just write or paint or create anything at all.
Making art of any kind is a physical process, and objects and Artists tend to stay in motion unless interrupted.
So shut up and stop getting in the way. Just write, paint, draw, play music.
Stick figures! Nouns and verbs! Notes and sounds!
It's what the first line in every Wonder Fell morning post is for... takes the guesswork out, gets the pen moving.
Artists, this is work.
Writers, every sentence made is a fulfillment of your profession.
Our work is all giving with no guarantee of worldly return for our time spent laboring.
All acts of Art are acts of generosity.
We share of ourselves what we value most in the craft best suited to ourselves.
For some it's words, others lines and brushstrokes, others the melodies and harmonies of music.
Life is ultimately about sharing Life. All Art is a conversation rooted in generosity.
This journal, these poems, this Epic I work on, are all ways to speak with you, for you, for us.
Vincent saw a starry night a certain way and thought he might help you to see it that way too.
Van Gogh didn't need paints to see his starry night; you do.
Mark Twain didn't need pen and ink to go on adventures with Huck and Tom; you do.
Beethoven didn't need a piano to hear the moonlight's sonata; you do.
All Art is generosity.
We can tell so much about a culture by the Art it values.
America's been a quick shock treatment entertain me now connoisseur culture for a century or so now.
But there's more to life than speeding it up.
There's quiet considerations.
A sunrise. A sunset. The wag of a dog. The purr of a cat. What laughter is for. And love. And wonder. And love.
What happens when you read, see a painting, hear a song?
How do you know me?
My dreams are here. I share them with your dreams every time you read.
Are we good friends yet?
Let's check.
Are you glad to see me wave? O/
That's your relationship meter for us: Your reaction to the Circle-Slash. O/
Thank you for sharing dreams every morning.
Thank you artists of all crafts for your generosity.
Thank you readers for your consideration and the dreams you bring to my words.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
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Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a Muppet faerie wearing a bowtie sitting at a desk by a window writing at sunrise in the style of a magical Impressionist painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine and +he Ghos+, November 2025
The Materials of Art
2025.10.26
Sunday, October 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Oh Autumn, with its slow sunrises... taking time to gather all the colors of Fall before showing.
How's your day? O/
A so much to say day in the air here.
So, let's go.
On with our show...
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"How do you know what to write about?"
- Interested Reader Who Also Writes
There are a few ways to go about writing.
One: Have an idea, sit, and start.
Two: Sit and start. See what comes and keep going.
They both come down to listening, a certain kind of trust for your imagination and your craft.
Your craft is your imagination's means of transportation. The pun works.
Craft also grows. The more we create the more we can create. Skills advance, too.
Imagine if every time you drove your car the car itself provided a better ride.
That's the creation experience of showing up consistently to create.
Musicians know this. You have to play everyday. Practice, they call it.
The analogy blurs between practicing playing an instrument and writing in that there's a right way to play Bach, but what's the right way to write you?
You could practice writing like your favorite author, but it's disingenuous somehow.
You get good at mimicry. It's acting not writing. It's a step removed from you.
There's an aspect of knowing yourself required to make art. A familiarity with your dreams and perceptions of life is necessary to create anything sincere.
So you have to sit alone and know yourself.
Any artist in any craft devoid of a knowledge of a relationship with their dream of life can only ever be an actor at best.
So many of our screen playwrights and popular musicians fall into this category.
It's the difference between Art and Entertainment, a mocking bird and an eagle in flight.
Any Artist truly committed to Art for Art's sake is always viewed as a loner. Not because of personality quirks, but for the sake of their business.
We have to sit alone, be alone, to harness a genuine understanding of our personal experience of life so we can best express it.
We're not anti-social; we're working.
If you're consistently creating, you're not depressed. You're gathering materials to create.
Daydreaming and self-reflection are necessary skills of any true artist.
Tell your friends and loved ones you're working and go stare at the wall.
Every Artist will know where you really are: Feeding yourself with the dreams necessary to sustain your art.
It only becomes what we call Depression when we don't have a practice developed. Choose your craft. Choose many. Sing or strum, write or paint; the idea is to create for a set time everyday.
Even if it's just one chorus from one song, one sentence, or stick figure drawing at first. Something. Everyday.
Your whole life will improve. Stay consistent. Enjoy it.
To make anything requires materials. You're not depressed Artist, you're gathering dreams.
Dreams are shapeless things, spirit. We give them form through the creation of thoughts. Our thoughts become actions.
Have your actions preloaded. Pick up your instrument at the same time everyday, write, paint, draw, sing. Shape that dreamtime stored in you with your craft.
Some call it a flow state, but it's really just being prepared.
Preparations are made by daydreaming. It's part of the work Artist.
Thank you for taking the time to gather dreams and share them.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
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Same Prompt 🤔: Create an image of a faerie wearing pajamas and a bowtie sitting in a quiet room looking out a window at a sunrise in the style of a magical impressionist Dungeons and Dragons painting.
It's Like Music
2025.08.31
Sunday, August 31, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're here. O/
The Sun starts the show.
Hope all's well.
Let's go.
On with our show...
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Slow intentional words this morning to start.
It's like music, the way of the world.
There's always a song playing in the air, as part of the air.
We take it in, we move ourselves to its rhythm.
We become instruments to add accompaniment, or at times, take the melody and lead the band.
A road trip with subwoofers shaking hip-hop is a different experience in the same car with the same people if a quiet Mozart symphony is playing.
Your day is that car ride.
What music surrounds your world?
Maybe you have a group of friends who squawk and cheer an upbeat horn section of support.
Maybe a co-worker drones a dirge on an old pipe organ.
Maybe a best friend plays rhythm guitar in any key, major or minor, of your choice.
Surround yourself with music that supports the best dream you have of yourself.
Everyday sounds its own silent melody; sunrise starts the band.
A slow dreamy ballad lights today's sky.
Even Abe stays lounging on the loveseat when on other days he'd be outside with a squeak toy dashing circles in the yard.
A day's song conducive to my type of work.
Reading, writing, daydreaming, just hanging out with longtime friends doing nothing at all on purpose.
I hope laughter and a peace of mind find you today.
Thank you for reading.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
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Promptly Spoke: Create an image of the Sun dressed as a band leader conducting a symphony over a highway in the style of magical abstract realism.
Another Kind of Music
2025.06.30
Monday, June 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Glad you're back.
Hope your day is going well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Another morning with Dapper Abe and +he Ghos+.
Talk to the wall and take notes... sometimes the work feels that way.
But it's not a wall; it's this dream you're shaping.
When you can get it to look a certain way, sound a certain way, make a certain rhythm in a reader's mind, you can call it a job well done.
It's music; a writer's voice sings each sentence with the intonation of spirit.
You hear me while you read.
Only a strange idea until it's beautiful.
There's a another kind of music notes never know.
It sounds in your head as you read, as you remember that song you haven't thought of in years, or read your favorite writer.
I wonder how this sounds to you: O/
A circle. A slash. A wave.
Hopefully it's an, "Oh good, there's Wynn waving to us. It's not a party till he shows up... a Let's get this party started type wave.
Or just a signal that someone living and breathing like you puts down their words for you to remind you that you're not alone in life or in dreams.
We share the space.
We bring up dreams and science rolls its incompetent eyes.
I measure my dreams and call the measure my words.
You're reading some now.
Spirit is the texture of the music in your mind as you dream, as you read.
And spirit, that driving force of creation, moves us forward, dances so we may dance our dreams.
There's nothing esoteric here, just new words for ancient knowings.
You gotta dream it before you can do it.
Every brilliant mathematical theorem shown to every class begins with the professor's dream to pick up the chalk and write it on the blackboard.
A dream is always a necessity.
Take care of yours, make them beautiful before you start to make them, and make wonderful this wonderful day.