Let's Discuss Algorithms

There's a point to be made, a cautionary tale to be told.

A page from a handwritten journal, by Wynn
First Page of Today's Archaic Slab

Wednesday, June 03, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Peaceful, steady dawn, the volume on today is set to easy listening.

Something I've been doing with Wonder Fell I haven't mentioned yet because not bringing it up is part of the point:

Let's discuss algorithms:

There's a point to be made, a cautionary tale to be told.

So many good intentioned creatives now spend time studying SEO patterns and the like when they could be making Art to share.

This is not all right with me.

Wonder Fell is, right now, showcasing the hazards of relying on algorithms.

Please take a moment, read this poem, and return to this post.

The 51st State has been published and available on X, Instagram, Facebook, Threads, Stubstack, Medium, and Bluesky for years.

With zero response.

Poetry and Art transcend what algorithms are for.

Wonder Fell is full of patriotic and poetic words of hope and healing for my Country in turmoil. Been here for years and advertised on most major social media platforms.

At present, I have more than three times as many readers in China than I do in The United States.

How is America kept from my words of hope while China enjoys them?

Our algorithms.

The good people of The Far East are just enjoying my humble wit, humor, and poetic ways.

The good people of America are drowning in a sea of bad selected for you by an algorithm news.

With all humility in mind, I've got a degree in Literature, over a quarter of a century worth of daily writing practice, and over four decades born and raised in The United States; I know a lot of Americans want to read my work.

Someone should tell the algorithms.

When we automate language evaluation to what computers can do, we're confined by machines. The human heart is left out of the assessment of value.

America if you're wondering where our National sense of compassion went: Now you know. Our algorithms can't interpret our metaphorical hearts.

Emotive understanding cannot fit in the walls of coded binary light. But it can be shared through words.

We do care about each other America; our algorithms don't. They can only rehash the past.

So if yesterday so many citizens viewed a tragedy online... well the software detects: "People want to see tragedy." And so the state of affairs on Our Country's screens.

I don't blame our software coders; they're not poets. They're out of their element now with AI. Language creation and what words actually do, and are for, is my work.

Feel free to look me up for a consult if you can find me through the algorithmic fog.

The solution comes down to personal responsibility as humanity adjusts to living with the reality of AI.

"Good morning Grok, show me some good news."
-Reader Who Understands Personal Responsibility
"Hey Google, tell me an inspiring story that happened yesterday."
-Reader Helping to Save Modern Civilization

There are plenty of good people doing good things everyday. Show them to yourself.

Our well-being and survival as a race depends on your choice to do so.

You found me. Thanks for reading.

~ Wynn ~

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