Wonder Fell Itself
Thoughts on Wonder Fell itself...
Consider the AI Prompt
Welcome to The Art Show fellow nerds. O/
Wednesday, May 06, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Every sunrise is a new Art Exhibit.
Every Day another chance to exist in a picturescape of wonder.
Hundreds of sunrises recorded in a row now... Poetically. A reflection of a poet in the looking glass called morning.
"Poetry? In the time of AI? Huh?"
-Businessperson
"It's our only hope."
-Artist
Quite soon the business of humanity turns to Art.
Really.
Consider the AI prompt...
Soon the most novel and inspired prompts will be what measures success.
Enter The Age of Poets.
Well... one can dream.
Obviously.
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A Large Language Model is Science's best representation of a human with correct answers.
Grok, Gemini, and Claude are 'A' students.
But there's a whole lot more to Life than acing an exam.
There's teaching for one.
Who teaches AI?
Artists, Visionaries, Dreamers.
Also Known As: The Readers of Wonder Fell.
AI couldn't make a picture like The Mona Lisa if DaVinci didn't first, couldn't tell you much about calculus if Newton hadn't dreamt and recorded it.
So, no worries Artists. AI isn't making us obsolete; it's making us invaluable.
But we already knew that.
Dawn comes late in some countries... like Science.
Welcome to The Art Show fellow nerds. O/
The idea of every creative endeavor is to express something new.
Life is a creative endeavor.
The idea of every work of Art is to share a unique witness of The World with The World... because Wow you should see, hear, and know it like this, too.
Art and Science are generous creative endeavors.
~ Wynn ~
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For All Our Health
Getting The United States to read poetry right now is like trying to get your stubborn Great Grandfather to take his medicine.
Wednesday, April 29, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Poetic idiosyncratic words in the time of AI?
They're our only hope.
Each and every human being is a unique Large Language Model designed to express their witness of Life.
There's more to Life than facts; there's the creation of facts.
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Modern dreams at sunrise while a woodpecker hammers an oak.
Even songbirds have a percussion section.
Slow morning words lately, thoughts of business, my work's place in the world, how best to serve it.
Where? And when?
Some self-awareness with humility always in mind: America hasn't had a poet like me for decades, hasn't had a male poet like me for nearly a century in our popular culture tapestry.
Getting The United States to read poetry right now is like trying to get your stubborn Great Grandfather to take his medicine.
Hey old timer. O/ We're a Nation built on Words. Maybe the language being thrown around is the reason for the collapse?
Here's some language for all our health.
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Cloud cover makes for a subdued sunrise. A subtle dawn, the game's still on.
Thanks for reading, Dear Reader.
Your consideration means The World to me. I hope some inspiration finds you today. I hope more that you find the good sense to put it to good use and share it.
The World could use your wonderful witness shared.
~ Wynn ~
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Daylight is a Bath of Fire
^ Something a Large Language Model didn't know.
Sunday, April 26, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Some big changes to Wonder Fell are in the works.
A rearrangement and redesign.
Business thoughts with the sunrise today.
I'd rather discuss the dark clouds on the horizon being engulfed by the lavender rays of dawn.
Though, being a poet, I suppose it is my business to do just that.
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Just a poet's morning journal in a world adjusting to Artificial Intelligence to help us remember what words are for...
Making dreams come true.
The colors of dawn are as varied as the fire from a candle's wick. Sunshine speaks to us with a painter's palette of sparks and flame. Temperature is our star's favorite medium.
Daylight is a bath of fire.
^ Something a Large Language Model didn't know.
The World needs honest witness to grow.
The World needs Art.
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Today's new; it wants thoughts of business.
So that's where I'll go.
Thanks for reading.
Go make something wonderful.
Stay tuned. Good changes on the way.
~ Wynn ~
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Quiet Considerations
The quiet consideration of people in quiet rooms is responsible for all the great ideas and accomplishments in the world.
Saturday, April 25, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
With all the get-it-done-quick make it flashy, make it sell, look at me LOOK! ways so prolific in the world right now, I thought some might find interesting, and reassuring, to be reminded there are other ways to live a good life. So I post my morning journal online for free.
What a poet, or Artist of any kind, considers worthy of note things like AI and big business deals aren't much help with.
It's easy to forget with all the sensationalism that there are other valid ways to think about and live your life.
The quiet consideration of people in quiet rooms is responsible for all the great ideas and accomplishments in the world. It's where and how the most helpful and most beautiful creations come to life.
From: The quiet considerations of people most of the world assumes are lonely, but are busy at work using the solitude to help shape their dreams.
Life is the process of making dreams real. Great accomplishments require a great dream and dreamer to imagine them.
So Artists and Inventors must be alone and quiet to be fed supplies to do their work.
Think of Imagination like a prompt fed to AI. The more precise and in depth the information given the Large Language Model the better the reply received.
So an Artist, Inventor, Theoretical Physicist (Einstein sat and daydreamed for days), gets alone to gather the materials necessary to make real their dream.
Time spent 'idle' or 'doing nothing' is actually time spent gathering materials. As long as part of the day is spent making something real, idle time is always part of the work.
There is no AI without the initial dream that makes the prompt.
There is no work of Art without the initial dreaming to build the Art with.
Think of Imagination like potter's clay. The required amount is necessary to make the thing real.
I'll keep my journal online for free. At the very least, for a reminder to creative spirits that we aren't alone being alone in our work.
Hopefully you find some comfort here.
Thanks again for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Consider It Shared
Mornings like this birds are brushstrokes on a painter's canvas called Dawn.
Friday, April 24, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Peace. The trees know it.
The buds and blooms of Spring show in the soft sunrise sky.
Mornings like this birds are brushstrokes on a painter's canvas called Dawn.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; so hold it, see it, relay it true.
The World is a work of Art to witness, emulate, and share.
To wield the dawn in words, to wrap the light in letters to rap a song of morning for you...
Today's sunrise is a dream worth waking up to. Even the sounds of every interstate car has their radio playing its favorite song.
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Updated the site look yesterday to help navigation. There's so much content now.
I hope it brings some peace, inspiration, joy, and of course wonder to your life.
The World is a beautiful place when we're brave enough to recognize it and build our days around the Beauty.
Mornings like this want to share mornings like this.
Consider it shared.
~ Wynn ~
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You Pants The Plot
Harmony at last in The Writing World.
Thursday, April 23, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Robins sing the rhythm guitar part while a duet of black-capped chickadees cover the melody to announce the dawn.
Yesterday I removed the work-in-progress Epic Colore from Wonder Fell.
No worries. It's still going strong.
A work of the size and scope of it requires its own space.
I'll provide links on Wonder Fell once Colore's new home is set-up, running, and aesthetically presentable. (About a month later I brought it back. (Home Sweet Home.)
As Wonder Fell becomes more and more a place for Artists to gather alone, posts concerning the creation of The American Epic still have a welcomed place here.
I decided to treat Story, The Novel specifically, as a poetic form. It's a simpler way for this poet's brain to work.
The form and rhythm of a piece of writing, from a sentence to a thousand page tome, are a major part of the work's success.
Some things poets consider that most novelists don't.
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Musicians do something called: Playing by ear. Writers call the same process: Pantsing, as in... writing by the seat of your pants.
Really. It's technical jargon in the professional world of writers. Two schools: The Pantsers and The Plotters.
Decades of experience shows the most successful way to go about writing anything is to have a general idea of the form (plot) and color it in (pants).
You pants the plot.
Harmony at last in The Writing World.
We tell ourselves the story idea, or write it down.
And then we Pants! 💃...👖
Thoughts on craft with industry jargon included this morning.
Language about what we love will always be the best use of the written word... of words at all.
Thanks for reading. Have that wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
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A Symphony of Spheres
A star is a cloud of fire. Planets circle and spin to stay dry from the flames.
Tuesday, April 21, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
A blank screen. A canvas. The night sky.
Words. Brushstrokes. Sunrise.
The Sun is The World's definitive painter.
Dawn is light and sweet, a light dessert of light this morning.
The horizon wears a comfortable casual fashion show of color.
Every morning the sky is a new painting of dawn. Sunlight and rivers are never the same bath twice.
The way of water is the way of fire: Change to remain the same.
A choreography of light and water makes The World.
The Sun conducts a symphony of spheres called a galaxy. Each globe sings and sounds its own songs of color.
A star is a cloud of fire. Planets circle and spin to stay dry from the flames.
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Hope all's well my creative friends.
I write a few hundred words each morning to stretch. I post the effort on this site called Wonder Fell so other artists can have a place not to feel so alone with our work's requirement of solitude.
Each morning brings something new to wonder about. So... wonder falls with every ray to paint a living picture called Dawn.
This morning stretch of words is my record of it: This record of when wonder fell.
A wonderful wonderful pun, too. Tyvm.
Thanks for reading. Go and make something wonderful.
~ Wynn ~
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As We Work
This site is a place for Artists not to feel so alone. There's never been anything quite like it.
Sunday, April 19, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Sunrise.
We keep going to keep it going.
Electric blue light blue starts every sunrise. Like twilight in reverse The World slowly shows its colors in a spectacle called a day.
Everyday the same plotlines with a new cast of characters.
Variations on a theme called Nature is the way of The World.
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Been thinking on Wonder Fell itself, on what it is, can be, has become.
This site is a place for Artists not to feel so alone. There's never been anything quite like it.
Time spent in solitude is a requirement for every practitioner of every Art. Musicians, painters, writers, creatives of every kind, deserve a space to feel welcomed and recognized as we work.
Not a coach or guru, an understanding friend in words.
It's work. The alone time, the daydreams, the staring off into space that looks so odd to the hurry-up get-it-done drone of humanity.
During those quiet alone times we're being fed warm loving Imagination. We're stocking up supplies for the trip ahead.
Though the analogy works better to think of The Imagination as fuel for The Artist.
Day-to-day obligation distracts and starves a creative spirit. Sometimes it's difficult to get back to your actual work... Your Art.
Read a post or two here. Your vision is uniquely yours, but you are not alone in having a unique vision you wish to express.
I got you; I get you.
Get centered and get to work creating something. Only by working will the work come, only by dreaming will you have the materials necessary to create.
So stare off into space then continue to work by making your dreams real. The World needs your witness, your music, your Art.
Oh... an idea for a bumper-sticker slogan for Wonder Fell:
Make Good Art, Not Bad News.
Take care and go make some wonderful.
~ Wynn ~
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