The Major Problem with AI
I've wondered for awhile when to bring up the death threat emails. They've been on and off for years.
Thursday, June 30, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Aurora, the first light of dawn.
Wonder Fell, an exercise to show that original words are enough.
There's no spectacle here, no flash. Just a poet's words with the dawn.
There's some personal stuff here if it feels too anonymous for you.
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I've wondered for awhile when to bring up the death threat emails. They've been on and off for years.
It started at the end of 2021 right after I posted The 51st State on Medium. I was new to the platform, but already had hundreds of followers. Not a single one responded to that poem. I kept quiet about the silence for curiosity's sake.
Nothing about the language of the poem broke any terms of agreement with the platform. What kept readers from seeing it? Censorship? Hackers? An out of touch algorithm?
I let it sit for a few months. The blogpost stats registered one view. My other work's views dwindled, too. How best to find out what was going on?
I pulled The 51st State from the site and reposted it. This time with the tag BLM. Some human will definitely get back to me with that tag, was my thinking.
Only one view again.
Censorship... or the algorithm is programmed for racism.
Either conclusion was not acceptable to me, so I worked on a plan.
Though I've never sought formal publication, I've been writing for decades. I gathered a mass of old work and went about arranging a timed post campaign to show proof of censorship or a flawed algorithm to the public.
While I worked on this campaign I was killed in a car crash.
I've spent the years since learning to walk again and healing a laundry list of internal injuries.
While I write.
For the sake of family and friends, I took my pen name for my legal name. Death threats sent to a Ghost add up differently sent to a father.
The idea is to flood The Internet with as many words of wonder and healing for our hurting Country as I can in very visible Internet Spaces, but very invisible ways to algorithms. This way we can all see the hazards of trusting our humanity to software.
The major problem with AI is it can never tell you what is important only what was important. Trusting algorithms means living in, and for, the past.
It is impossible for a LLM to tell you The News; it only knows what's old... what's read and not what's worth reading.
What's next?
As my Country nears its 250th anniversary I wonder if algorithms will find words of patriotism and hope located in a book titled: New-New Hampshire worth noticing. As it's located in the Poetry section on Amazon, most likely not.
But as China's algorithms value poetics, I look forward to hearing a happy Independence Day from The Great Wall, where the majority of my readers are, right now, located.
~ Wynn ~
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Original Intelligence
Now, and forevermore, known as OI.
Monday, June 29, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Sunrise. The hushed faded glow of fog on the horizon signals a heatwave on its way. The cool morning air isn't alone. A bubbling brewing humidity works in every breath.
Sometimes Summer turns up the volume, turns up the heat.
So what's up? What's new today, non-artificially intelligent makers and readers of words?
How about Original Intelligence?
Yes, let's step into another department of Poetry this morning and craft a new phrase and word...
Original Intelligence now, and forevermore, known as OI.
Which, of course ironically, looks a whole lot like my circle-slash insignia. O/ OI. It's a more serious wave. (Pronounce it like Oy, it's more fun.)
OI is what AI takes from.
So much of our immediate future will be making sure living creators of OI are paid for what they make possible for AI to do.
Right now AI is a flashy band of thieves running free in the awe and ease of the theft.
Sure the technology is impressive, but if you're a living creator of OI, AI steals from your pockets at the speed of binary light.
But it's new, it's exciting, it's easy... and still good old-fashioned wrong.
People deserve credit for their hard work. New ideas and ways of actions aren't designed overnight.
Crafting a story, or advertising slogan, or image in the style of any creative living person steals from that creator's hours, even years, of work.
We can do better. The teams that were bright enough to develop and create AI are intelligent enough to see to it creators are compensated.
No matter how technologically savvy it is: Theft is theft.
Thanks for reading. Off to make some more OI. O/
~ Wynn ~
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Something More Worth Our Lives
The world is a much better place than the stories we so often share lately.
Sunday, June 28, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Peace. Barely a motion from every oak leaf. A slight fog as day breaks the night to build the morning.
Squirrels and songbirds take their time looking for breakfast. There's an expectant quiet in the air; the show's about to begin.
Why create anything at all, Artists?
Generosity is the only sane reason to be an Artist of any kind.
Something worth sharing, a vision so vivid, a sentiment so unique and strong, stirs inside..."If only people could see the world like this...."
And so Artists work.
There's a breadth of human experience we can feel. Without the proper images and words sentiments stay stopped up inside and limit the quality of our lives.
Life needs creative generous people to prosper: Art is for evolution.
We grow through new shared images and words. New stories paintings and songs make new paths for growth and understanding.
Empathy makes Art; ambition entertains. The first is a best friend, the second a babysitter.
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The fog lifts, the sky clears, a week of weather fit for celebrations on the way.
Despite current news events people still laugh, cry, and fall in love.
The Sun still rises to provide a place to make dreams come true.
Everyday.
The world is a much better place than the stories we so often share lately.
And so I write... to give us all something more worth our lives to talk about.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Making Words is Work
I don't believe it is the intent of software designers to be thieves, but the way AI is treating living Artists and creative thinkers at present, that is exactly what they are.
Saturday, June 27, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Pink sky, clouds lined up like bread rolls on a baker's rack.
Quite the array of bird songs replaces the quiet of night. Weekend traffic rolls the highway. The first full weekend of calendar Summer.
Wonder how many people planned accordingly, matched their schedules to meet the label 'Summer' in their daily planner?
What's the sense in sunshine? have you ever wondered as much? Perhaps The Sun has its own agenda.
How very inhumane of the star not to put humanity first.
Artists, writers, creative friends, it's a good time to personify The Sun once and awhile. Perhaps you'll try it next time you're feeling uninspired.
Scientist's eyes go wide and heads spin with the possibility of a conscious star at the center of our universe.
What if our Sun writes its own code? Sends it down in sunlight?
Everything we are able to do reflects nature somehow. So what in The Universe does the way The Internet work reflect?
The Sun knows.
Wonder for breakfast. Thanks for joining me.
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Artists, just because Artificial Intelligence exists doesn't mean we get to rest. No. If anything it means we've got to step up our game.
AI is no more useful than a life coach with a good set of encyclopedias if we don't keep making it new.
Creative spirits are how the software called AI receives its updates.
Artists are the tech development team for all Artificial Intelligence. Let's make certain artists are paid for their efforts.
I encourage tech developers at present to begin coding ways for artists and creative thinkers to be paid for their contributions to AI's algorithms.
Because that's our future.
If an artist is living they deserve to be compensated anytime humanity uses their work for personal gain.
Something like we do with books... there's a certain amount of time post-mortem before the artist's work becomes free food for AI.
This means language too. Making words is work. For some of us it's hard work and it deserves recognition and compensation.
A writer's voice... the clearer it is the more time and effort they've dedicated to the job. AI just pulling from living authors to use their language to help craft an answer or story is like stealing Van Gogh's brushstrokes to digitally make a picture.
Whenever Grok writes a horror story in the style of Stephen King, it better reimburse Mr. King or our whole way of pay for an honest day of work is about to fall apart.
To not pay the source you profit from is theft.
I don't believe it is the intent of software designers to be thieves, but the way AI is treating living Artists and creative thinkers at present, that is exactly what they are.
~ Wynn ~
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The Reason Why AI Can Never Write
The reason why AI can never write, or make any art at all, is because machines can't care.
Friday, June 26, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Rain. A slow wind nudges green leaves awake. maybe a robin, maybe a sparrow, maybe a tweet, too damp for a song.
Every morning the sunrise brings something new. Did you change or the sunshine?
Sunlight drops like binary light full of software code to construct The Universe.
+he Ghos+, my avatar, a point to make...
There's a quality in words made by people that software can never reproduce. The writer is in every word they share. More than style there's the living essence of every author in every word wrote.
Now Scientists might roll their eyes at this conclusion, but this living force forces their eye roll.
Enthusiasm! Life! Wonder! Pick an emotion... The moment of creation of each sentence is recorded in each sentence. The state of the author is part of their statement.
I love making sentences and stanzas. I know my work is better for it because my love for the work is in every recipe I write.
The reason why AI can never write, or make any art at all, is because machines can't care.
Empathy and not ambition makes Art. Care and concern for Life itself pens and paints every true artistic creation.
Anything else is just showing off. Computers are better at that.
Adding a unique witness or dream to the available catalog of human understanding requires authentic empathetic people, also known as Artists.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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The Substance and Not The Flash
Value is in the substance and not the flash.
Thursday, June 25, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
To keep it going...
At some point these morning journal entries became more of an epic letter poem to a friend.
Hey, friend. Hope all's well.
On with the show...
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Wonder Fell's aesthetic is a point made: Words are enough.
Because we can make our screens look like Vegas neon lit firework billboards doesn't mean that's the best way to get, gain, or keep interest.
Value is in the substance and not the flash.
I believe considerate caring people still exist. If you've read this far, you're one of them. O/
Time to clean up our house.
The lunatics are running the asylum; the toddlers took over the preschool.
Calm, cool, collected humanity where are you? If you have the attention span to read this far, it's you: A Good Decent Person.
What happened?
The news looks like groups of preschool bullies paid the teachers and staff to keep quiet.
Schoolhouses and Nations have rules.
Where'd they go?
We're a Country of morals or money; one can't serve two masters.
What's right always wins in the end.
It's not the point of this journal to preach, but what's up America?
Where's common sense and decency?
For sale?
We can have a Country based on morality or money. We can't have both.
As history teaches, a reminder for a closing note: Morality always wins.
Over to work on Colore.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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AI is Dead Language
We can learn a lot from the dead, but the idea of Life and Language is evolution.
Wednesday, June 24, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Blue jay! Blue jay! Blue sky! Blue!
Summer's clear cool morning light shows shadows under Spring's hard work.
Just a journal, some morning thoughts, whims of a poet in this age of AI's infancy.
How, sometimes, are we sure the words we read are definitely not AI?
Because we do and we can.
It's +he Ghos+ point.
No one writes like me. That point isn't for vanity's sake, only to stress the importance of original writing.
In fact 'original writing' is redundant; AI is a video game to help live your life.
Would you send a robot version of yourself to go hangout with friends?
A good time for them for a short while, but once the novelty wore off they'd miss you. You... whatever words you choose to describe what makes you human, your friends would miss.
What good friends you have.
An essay wrote for a school assignment on the qualities of a sunrise reads differently than a poet sat at dawn sharing his thoughts on what the new light of a new day brings.
If the point of the language is just to rehash old knowledge, best to use AI. Why reinvent the wheel?
To make the wheel better, to make it do more, is why.
Words that describe one's own experience and dreams in an honest way always makes language new because there's never been another you.
Veracity is for living letters; AI is dead language.
We can learn a lot from the dead, but the idea of Life and Language is evolution.
And so I write.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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This Great Opportunity to Share
I don't believe goodness, decency, common sense, courtesy, wonder, and beauty are out of fashion.
Tuesday, June 23, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Still a few minutes before dawn, the robins and wrens are at it early.
The early bird gets the worm, but today, the earliest bird sings a song, starts the show with a solo filled in with gradual harmonies from its neighbors.
Songbirds since the dawn of time have sung the sunrise. Regardless, every morning brings a new song, announces new opportunities.
The arrangement of notes, the timing, the particular quality of sunlight, the generation of the bird itself...
Though the songs of birds sound similar they always sing something new.
Like every word ever uttered by humanity, the newness of language and birdsongs shapes each day.
Artificial Intelligence is definitely not for the birds.
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The sky is an ivory linen bedsheet umbrella fortress with a star for a lantern to give a glow to the dome.
Some drizzle, some rain, a good day for flowers to grow.
Life, this great opportunity to share...
I don't believe goodness, decency, common sense, courtesy, wonder, and beauty are out of fashion. It's been so long since we lived with them in the forefront of our imaginations. So many of us running around with rulers of measure for rulers.
But what ruler can measure the Beauty of a sunrise? Because each dawn is Beautiful.
On that we all agree.
What good does it do for us to recognize it?
How to measure the caloric intake of what's Beautiful? Because it does exist.
If it matters to so many, it certainly must be matter.
Words work where numbers fail.
So I write.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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