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Thoughts on writing from a poet's point of view...
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Words rule the world.
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Bright and cheery skies so dreary?
Any which way, you got this.
Be your best you.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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We do the best we can with what we have to work with each day.
That's a good way to live.
Part of doing our best means caring for what helps us be our best, best.
In this way, the tools and people in our lives that help us the most grow the most each day.
So, in this way, our level of what's best, grows each day, too.
We take care of what takes care of us.
We lift up what lifts us up.
We rise together to rise together.
Do the best you can with what you've got to work with each day.
Thank and help the help and make a better best possible.
Do what you love.
Build your world around it.
Anything else is a misuse of your time.
Words of encouragement from your friendly Ghos+.
Taking care of you because you're taking care of me by reading me.
See, you are a good person after all.
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Who writes those things?
Who spends their lives in lines?
The Poet.
"Poetry... it's a cute hobby."
- Unenlightened Victim of Society
Words rule the world.
How we use words determines the quality of the possibilities in our lives.
Poets are the gardeners of language; we keep it growing.
So everyone can keep growing.
A thing of beauty only started being able to be a shareable joy forever after John pointed it out.
To be or not to be was never a question, until Shakespeare asked it.
The experience was there.
The ability to share it, and so to have it grow, was not.
If it's not on the dinner table you can't eat it.
Unless someone goes to the kitchen and cooks it up.
A poet cooks it up.
Those experiences, those feelings, we want to share but have no voice for.
I'm cooking a voice for them in the kitchen.
Too many cooks spoil too many broths; poets work best alone.
All the great ancient civilizations had two things in common.
One: They held their poets in high esteem and rose up.
Two: They neglected their poets when life got simple predictable and their civilizations crumbled.
Hey America, you got it pretty good. O/
Quit your bitchin'.
Hug your neighbor and shut off the damn News shows.
They're only poisoning you to pay their bills.
Starve them.
Hey America, you want to save our Country?
Boycott the News.
If the whole populace banned private media for a week, we could start calling ourselves a democracy and be telling ourselves the truth.
Talk to each other about your day, about your world, about life and what works and doesn't work in a day for you.
And call it News.
Shut off corporate media and share yourself.
Want to know what's up in Europe?
Have a friend send you a message of their day from there.
What's up in Asia? Or North or South America? Australia? Africa?
Send pics! Friends! Send! Pics!
Corporate media is someone else telling you what you should think is important so they can pay their bills from a lounge chair on their yacht.
Better to ask your friend overseas how our countries are getting along than the suit parades on the yachts.
Words! And where they're from matter!
You define your life with them and so, words define your life.
Take care, shut off the News, find out what's News from a friend and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
How You Make a Capital Q
2025.06.23
Monday, June 23, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Sunshine state of mind feelin' fine?
Getting it done fun in the sun?
Just chillin' out no time to pout?
Be your best you, that's the thing to do.
Welcome back.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Keyboard?
I thought about switching to a keyboard this morning for a change of pace.
The morning words are slow the past week or so.
But slow isn't a bad thing. Slow ought to be encouraged. It's so lacking these days.
The right word here is actually: Fast.
Morning dreams are fast lately, the pen stutters to keep up.
It's quality control, your instrument of choice.
Your writing device is your selectively permeable membrane for bringing your dreams to written words.
It's the feeling the device brings to you that's most important.
Comfort comes first when it comes to choice of a writing device.
Simple simplicity is best.
After you've been at it for sometime, working really working, developed a strong practice; you find it's a matter of choosing the best instrument for the song that wants sung.
A flute concerto played on a tuba is an interesting academic exercise.
Though, even if the tuba player was a virtuoso, the whole dynamic and feel of the song would be completely changed.
It's rare when writing that the tool used to etch the marks changes the quality of the conveyance.
It's rhythm. It's intonation. It's comfort.
The loop of a cursive line holds more of what's personal in its expression than any press of any key. So the personal comes in the journey from dream to page.
How you make a capital Q is a different experience via cursive than via type tap and thumb-slap.
There's a lot to say on this subject. Perhaps I'll put it in an essay.
I know other authors fuss over their writing equipment at least as much as I have my whole life.
Topic to address: The difference on drafts made from handwriting, touch typing and thumb-slapping.
It is measurable the way a poem measures things.
I know that if Shakespeare were to write a sonnet of love on his laptop it would sound different than if he poured it from his fountain pen.
I know that Shakespeare knows it, too.
Take care, write type thumb-slap that essay, choose your most comfortable tools, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Kind of Day
2025.06.18
Wednesday, June 18, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hola. O/
Humid. Light rain. Spring calls Summer to say, "Almost, there."
Really warm today, we save hot for the Summertime.
How's your day?
Good as you are, I hope.
If not find a good friend, or a good book, and hang out until what's good catches up to you.
Read me for awhile, if it helps.
I hope it does.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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A little grey, Abe looks at the sky.
What do dogs dream of the weather?
We know dogs dream.
We see it when their eyes are closed, their breathing changes, their paws paddle... they're running!
And wake up!
Whether for the sake of loyalty or magic, our pets tend to mimic our ways.
So naturally, Abe rests on the loveseat and stares daydreams at the sunrise.
He's a handsome humble guy too, of course.
Bowtie is his style, not mine.
He adopted and perfected the flannel bowtie to mimic my shirt of choice.
A quiet, stay in, read a book, watch an old movie, daydreaming kind of day.
One of my favorite kinds.
A type of day best suited for my work.
A late Spring warm light rainy day writes a different poem than a perfect volleyball at the beach day.
How's your weather?
Hope it suits your business.
Short entry this morning.
Gonna go sit with Abe and stare at the sky and see what we can dream.
Take care, do your best you, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Perhaps the Pachyderm
2025.06.16
Monday, June 16, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Welcome back.
Peace.
Even the blue jays are relaxed.
Takes a lot to chill out a blue jay.
Being the color blue in nature is a lot of work.
How's your day?
Idyllic Spring in New England temps and sky for the stage today.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Change in each sunrise the past few days.
The words agree.
When you make a constant you recognize variables.
The past few morning journal entries want for something.
Something is not being said and wants saying.
The writer's job is to recognize it and say it.
There's an elephant in the room and no one is talking about it because no one knows elephants exist.
The Poet's job? Define the elephant.
Perhaps the pachyderm will prove describable today.
Perhaps the pachyderm was the point that poet's define what's gone unnamed and the exercise is over.
That feels right.
We haven't known what to do with poets in America, haven't the time.
But every once and awhile one of us comes along and every course of events in the Nation is changed.
Words are how we live, how we get things done.
Poets breathe life into old words and make them new.
Everything done with words, and so everything, is made new through The Poet.
And here you are thinking I'm a sweet chocolate Valentine's Day Card warm fuzzy guy.
I am, of course, but there's a whole lot more.
From Epic Poets to Biblical Prophets, poets, poets, poets have always held a place of great respect and purpose in great civilizations.
"Did you know your words can do this, too?"
- Great Poet Who Big Brother is Definitely Watching
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Another... there's so much more to say mornings...
Call it reference material for afternoon writing sessions.
Hope all's well.
Take care, reconsider the evolutionary importance of poetry, thank a poet and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Sentence Like a Word
2025.06.05
Thursday, June 5, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Top of it! O/ The morning, that is.
A formal hello from your informal, very ironically, personable Ghos+.
Tux or evening gown, pajamas or hoodie, oh goodie another sunrise.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Pastel powder slow fade lightshow sky this morning.
Spring passes the sunlight to Summer. Another hot day on the way.
Traffic whooshes and wahoos its way to work on the Interstate.
Hope your commute, wherever you're going, is a good one.
Maybe you picked a new playlist, or went with the regular reliable one, or live radio surprises with just the right songs to grace the speakers in your car.
A robin atop the chain link fence surveys the yard, swoops! a smile face pattern to the taller fence across the grass.
One of these days you'll get it right.
That dream you've been meaning to do will start to show steps to accomplish it.
Perhaps that's today.
It does help to visualize its success first.
We should always begin with the end in mind.
If there's no destination to enter into the GPS, directions don't matter.
Paths are places for arbitrary footsteps if you're going nowhere.
Slow to pick a destination this morning; sometimes the day just works. There's nothing to stand out, not much to say.
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I used a semicolon in the above paragraph; I thought of a writer's reluctance.
In terms of literature, the semicolon is a private moment shared, an inside joke or confidence.
You and I know the two concepts make a distinction. There's a definite sub-textual importance shared in the ideas.
A semicolon treats a sentence like a word.
There's a relationship between the two that makes a new definition.
It's a great literary tool, and a shame so many writers shun it.
There's an earned intimacy with your reader necessary to make it work.
The two images each sentence brings to the work go together in an important and distinct way to serve the work.
The contrast is the most important message, not each singular clause, the relationship between the two.
What went before coincides with what follows.
A semicolon is a second sentence that learned from the first.
It's the work learning from the past to better define itself.
"Oh, the memory of that caused you to do that? Oh, that thought or experience led to this one? Oh, I get you. I see why you made those connections."
- Well Earned and Trusting Reader
The expression of the 'why of the connections' is what a semicolon expresses.
It's a single idea; it's one clause.
Take care, watch your grammar, punctuate conservatively with flair and make wonderful (with or without an Oxford comma) your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
From Coffee to Tea
2025.06.04
Wednesday, June 4, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Steady on Poet.
Steady on Ghos+.
The words don't write themselves.
Hello, again. O/
Glad you're here.
The coast is clear.
+he Ghos+ is here.
So glad you're here.
Hope all's well.
I know it is somehow.
Hope you're brave enough to see it.
I know you are somehow.
So... here we go.
On with our show...
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Did you miss out?
Were you busy doing something good for someone else and missed out on something good for you?
Maybe illness got in the way, had to put your dreams on hold?
Stop playing catch up.
You get to work on those dreams now, so get to work on those dreams now.
Don't rush, don't rest, do your best.
Like humble me. O/
Sun's up; sky thinks it's white.
Blue starts a soft reminder.
What's up with you? Anything new?
I'm sure there is. Take a look and see.
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Theme for today? Prismatic static, what's in the way. Get in tune. Find your harmonies. Shine your color clear. The rule is clarity. Be clear. Be quiet. Be calm so you can project your best image on the world and live to see it real.
Uplifting words today.
Hope your day meets your expectations.
Hope you expect miracles.
A little more than warm day to follow the cool morning to signal Summer soon.
Hope my words find you well preparing for a positive season change.
I went from coffee to tea the past few days. The change is remarkable.
Still the lift, still the boost. But Tea is a kind friend's encouragement, not a Drill Sergeant called Coffee.
Maybe you'll give it a try. You'd be surprised how much more you get done.
How the quality of your work increases when you walk it don't run it.
Not to mention the time saved not having to go back and clean up after the rushed job.
Coffee has its place, still. Just not All. The. Time.
I write these every morning. I don't edit other then when I transfer them online.
A word or two, a misspelling, some shifts of paragraphs for graphical aesthetic upgrades.
I take my time. I feel the sentence. I go with the flow.
It's easy to do when you do it for sometime everyday.
A few decades of days makes editing only a matter of rearrangement.
Though, I never edited much my whole writing life. I trust my voice, my perceptions, so I take my time. Care and individualized attention is in every sentence. It's not a slow process, not a fast process; it is The Process.
Vanity? No.
Trusting the record of the moment based on the feeling you have while writing it down.
The words match the sense image; the work is done.
Writing well isn't hard; it feels right.
A forced write is a forced read.
A rushed write lacks depth of moments; there's not enough time stored in each word.
"Zip! Zap! Zoom! What did I read? Well I'm done. Where's my coffee? Go!?"
- Rushing Writer/Rushing Reader
If you want to sit and read and remember the peace and emotions words can bring, recall the wonder recognizing another's dream that reading can bring, be reminded of the power of quiet moments to change your thinking, have the opportunity to see new dreams to add to your dreams to raise the quality of your life; you're in the right place.
Because I feel that way as I write. And I'm as honest as I can be.
What would be the point if I weren't?
The only thing worse than lying is lying to yourself.
It's my life, they're my words, tell 'em true as you can Ghos+, or go do something else.
- Ghos+ Talking to Himself
Thank you for your time spent sharing my dreams of each morning, take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
We Can Always Write About the Sky
2025.05.15
Thursday, May 15, 2025
Good morning, the Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Hello.
Another installment of what's worth wondering about by your friendly favorite very real companion who put the super in supernatural, +he Ghos+.
Hope all's well today.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Writers! Eyes forward.
Listen up. Look up!
We can always write about the sky.
If a prompt like I use doesn't quite get you going, look up or out a window and be as exact as you can, use your words for eyes and set down the sky in letters and similes like song verses that set the mood for the weather forecast in the chorus.
The repeat lyrical thwomp-tap-thwomp of every pop song chorus sounds raindrops or rays of sunlight to set the climate for the day.
A soft sun turned up bright behind one firmament full grey cloud like you as a kid under a bleached white bedsheet with a flashlight, or phone screen, turned up bright as it could get to get some peace, some quiet, from the dark.
Late night went to late morning. Not hurrying at times is tough. So much of the world is touch and go.
In this plug and play society we set up, sitting down to write is a brave business.
The old advice on how to best spend a day: "Don't rush; don't rest," is always helpful.
And so pertinent.
Bumper sticker, T-shirt screen-print worthy, for sure.
Pace your work. Fill it with your best attention. See it through.
If it's important enough to do, it's important enough to do well.
And finish.
Finish it.
It means, at times, tuning out everyone else's ideas of what's important and focusing on what you know is.
Set up shop. Build a fortress to build your dreams.
A room with a closed door works.
A car.
If those aren't available, a pair of headphones work.
I hope your day has you, for at least sometime, in a place to best suit your work.
Take care, don't rush or rest, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Soft, Strong, Nice Day
2025.05.03
Saturday, May 3, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Prompts and sugar sweet get your read on and have a seat.
Ghos+ Time. O/
Hello, time to go.
On with our show...
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Good sleep, soft and strong like my words. 😏
Sun's up already. The weather is a perfectly castable picture of a Spring day in New England.
Idyllic, soft and strong like my words. 😏
A nice to be read by you, how'd you do, good for you, entry today.
Nothing profound but respect and friendship. A good Let's go outside and do something, kind of day.
Grab a chair. Stick it in the yard. Place it in the park. Set it down near the lake shore. Sit. Crank up your cellphone's brightness. And read on.
Print would be nice. Not sure about how translating this journal to paper book pages would look, but there are stories on the way that lend themselves perfectly to sit on bookstore shelves.
Sort of.
I'm tweaking the novel around some.
Not the novel I write, The Novel itself.
Expanding the possibilities to meet our screen spoiled imaginations.
I handwrite my entries; I love a paper book, so no worries my page turning lovers, my paperback on the couch cup of tea dreamers.
"What are you doing to The Novel, Ghos+? How are you expanding it?"
-Devoted Inquisitive as Always Reader
It's better answered by experiencing it.
The idea is to keep the intimacy of a cover to cover read in an online experience.
Well, we'll talk more on it when I release it.
Until then, take care, write a practical entry, enjoy your weather whatever it is, and make wonderful your wonderful day.