AI Breaks On Poetry

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 to 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/