Society
Thoughts on society as of late...
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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We Don't Talk Much About It Anymore
2026.02.11 The feeling has lived so long in the shadows it feels like a sixth sense.
Wednesday, February 11, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Thanks for reading.
On with our show...
Sometimes you just know a thing. You feel it; you sense it.
Not in some New Age hippie woah man that's far-out way, but you feel it.
When we're honest with ourselves we find we have this knowing all the time.
We don't talk much about it anymore.
It's not easily, if at all, enumerated.
The feeling has lived so long in the shadows it feels like a sixth sense.
It's called Morality.
There's evidence everywhere we don't talk about and so don't value enough anymore.
Science tries to define it with Psychology and Sociology; they're theories at best.
Morality is an active force in the world, a rhythm section for Life.
Evidence is easy Scientists: it's why stories work.
Would you believe someone from a different Country and Culture speaking a different language laughs and cries at the same times in the same movies as you?
You don't have to believe it; you know they do.
Ever wonder how that's possible?
What force makes stories work?
Morality.
You know when every hero wins, so you know how to lead a Good (Capital G) Life.
The genres of stories you most prefer tells you what fascinates you about being alive.
Science Fiction: You value ingenuity, teamwork, and what ingenuity can make with its hands.
YA Romance: Possibilities... of Magic, of Love.
Literary Fiction: The value of introspection. How it assists living a life well lived.
Poetry: The power of language itself.
And so many more.
What types of stories do you most enjoy? It's where your fascination is. It's also where your best life lived is...
Serving and sharing the themes of your favorite stories.
We can also tell what a society is lacking by the stories it devours.
The surge in YA Romance novels over the past decade or so shows a shift on how we think about Love.
We value women more. It's about time.
When we value women's voice in relationships more the effect is almost supernatural.
The limits of what Love can do lift.
The possibilities feel endless and magical.
Enter the shelves full of were-vamp-wizard-King Love novellas from so many young women lately.
Snow last night, the kind that covers branches. Every oak and elm is a pastry topped with icing from a skilled baker.
If you eat cake because you love frosting, it's a good morning to view the trees.
Maybe add a little more sweetener to your coffee or tea while you're at it today.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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It Starts with Wonder
2026.02.06 When's the last time you did something because it was a good thing to do?
Friday, February 06, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
How's your sunshine, Valentine?
About an hour till here.
But here we are. Let's keep it going.
On with our show...
Have you heard the News? There's something called Good.
Though we don't talk much about it lately, it's always here.
Good is in the 'Why' aisle at The Grocery Store of Reasons.
"Why'd you do that?"
-Curious Friend
"Oh, I had a good reason."
-Friend with a Good Reason
It's wit; it's joking; but this topic is quite serious.
And medicine.
When's the last time you did something because it was a good thing to do?
The Good thing isn't always the fun thing. Going to work is a Good thing. Doing your work well is a Good thing, too.
Do you do your work well? You should. It's a very Good thing to do.
Life works in a certain way; the Sun rises to make morning.
Plant a seed, add water and light, and it grows. Water performs a might as well be magical circle dance from solid, to liquid, to steam; so clouds can water the World fed.
I agree with my friends in all the Sciences that the consistency of matter is worth measure. But it's also Good. The World being reliable is a wonderful thing worth adjectives.
Artists are for adjectives, Scientists for nouns.
Nouns and numbers are limited by design.
Adjectives stretch.
A noun that is also an adjective is a word full of possibilities. We don't use Good as a noun often anymore and that's not so good.
We shy away from it for Scientific reasons. But Good isn't arbitrary, it's Life working right.
Like the sunrise, like steam rising and rain falling, like the loyalty of a dog, like how it feels to be genuinely thanked for a job well-done. Good things.
This is a point I often write about on Wonderfell, a poet's relationship with Science.
We are living in A Dark Age of Science. It sounds sensational, even funny; but it is true.
We don't value feelings, expression, Life alive! enough anymore. We view ourselves as statistics with a chance to fly to The Moon.
What for? Why would anyone in their right mind want to travel to The Moon?
For the experience.
The experience is my field of expression, my expertise.
The Poet. O/
This poet turns on the light of living Life alive with every sunrise.
There's more to life than adding it up Science; there's also the joy of adding it up!
The Joy is my business.
The recognition of the value of which is so sorely lacking lately.
Back to Good.
We hesitate to define the Good because we can't enumerate it. But some experiences in Life transcend what numbers can do. They require words.
There is a presence in you more than numbers can quantify. There's a wick inside the jar called yourself lit with the fire called Life at your inception.
That flame is you.
Your body does its best to care for it, share it, and express it.
We used to call it spirit or soul.
We shy away in Science's dark from talking about it anymore.
It's my duty, my work, to make sure we keep recognition of the personal fire that keeps you moving in your thoughts.
It starts with wonder.
Consider wonder, look around the site some (there's plenty here), and make your wonderful day.
Wynn
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How Stories Shape Our World
No worries, it's not as dull academic as it sounds.
Thursday, February 05, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Something new and tried and true... The Sunrise.
And Wonder Fell. O/
Glad to be read by you.
On with our show...
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Practical matters lately. Getting New-New Hampshire set for formal publication.
Colore is still in the works. No worries, Dear Reader, we won't leave Hope, and Finn, and Langston standing at the threshold much longer.
There's the site redesign and clean up.
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Do you read Wonder Fell at night?
How ironic of you.
Having such a good relationship with irony, we're sure to be great friends.
Poet: Irony is in the job description.
Poets do write stories too, by the way.
When a poet writes a story it's called an Epic.
Wynn, The Poet, writes an Epic; it's called: Colore.
It's in the works. I post progress of it here and discussion of working on it here.
At present, the storyline is on pause to finish some world building.
One of the main differences between a poetical Epic story and the novels we're used to is the structure.
Poetry uses the form of the text to help shape its message.
No worries, it's not as dull academic as it sounds.
Dr. Seuss is an example of a poet using verse to help shape the story's message.
Colore is not a story for children, though there maybe a rhyme from time to time.
The poetic shape is that of characters experiencing mythic type stories and then juxtaposing the moral message of those events to happenings in the modern world: The Side-Stories.
The intent of Colore is to remind us how our stories shape our World.
It shows why The State of our Modern Press is our poison at present. It's a reminder of our responsibility to share better tales to see a better world.
We can only ever be as good as the dream we have of Ourselves.
Poets and Artists of all types shape ways to express what is possible to experience.
Our Arts and Entertainment industry in America right now is just as responsible for our Nation's divide as is The Press.
Where's Hope Hollywood?
Hope is in every story told well and every honest brushstroke of every Artist.
And so I write.
It takes words to heal Our Nation of Words.
Stories are always the best way to take that kind of medicine.
Popular music lyrics, as well, help give Hope.
Artists of America someone's got to be the adult in our Country's dividing room. My Vote is for The Arts to step up and heal Our troubled Nation.
Take care, if you're an Artist of any kind consider what hope you can share and where, then share it and make our wonderful day.
Wynn
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New-New Hampshire
I sing my songs in quiet lonely rooms
I sing my songs in quiet lonely rooms,
While fed-up unapologetic looms in each street...
A pharmaceutical salesman from California said:
"You can buy this same dose,
(this exact same pill)
For 100, 200, 300% less in another Country."
I told him:
"A Nation that advertises medicine is always sick."
My poetry was wasted on his bottom-line mind.
His wares wasted on me.
Words are my nectar,
Ambrosia, Olympus in a cup.
If what the salesman with the Pacific seaside tan says is true,
(can we ever trust a salesman or elect one President?)
I'll order the balm online directly from Greece.
Depending on the tariffs
A round trip flight may be more economical.
Catch a classical Tragedy in Athens.
Good for your health and wallet.
Heard an audio visual tech representative from New York
(the City and the State)
Blare his sound systems made him a fortune.
He hipped and hopped:
"The subwoofers might as well be seismic gold."
I told him:
"The trouble with treble is it prefers quiet introspective mettle."
He didn't hear me. How could he?
Why would he? With bass so seismically oversized.
Online shoppers in all of America say the World
Is full of mountains, lakes, and seaside shores.
They say:
"Many vacation destinations are five-star review worthy."
Presently I'm living in New Hampshire;
Enjoying all of them,
Rather than bothering to write a five-star review.
~Wynn ~
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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
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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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