AI
Thoughts on AI... promptly speaking.
Art Right Now
2025.06.25
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Yo, yo, yo.
How's your flow?
Good to be read by you again. O/
Here we go.
On with our show...
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A slight breeze!
Heatwave breaks today.
Abe's glad for it, too.
He's been extra selective regarding his choice of which bunny or squirrel to chase from the yard.
Returned to some older posts late last night.
Been about a year since I committed to this daily.
It's become more conversational.
Esoteric entries and dragons at the start.
Dragons?
Dragons are for other stories of mine.
They hold a large and very important place in my dreamscape.
There's Gnome, Faeries, and other things personified seen in the pictures there, a kind of Wonderland full of tales.
Guess you'd call this entry hype, so far.
Though there's always the right title somewhere in lines.
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I hope this journal brings you some peace, some reflection.
It's easy to forget there's more about you than the reaction to all the flash presented to you on screens.
I love this Internet AI age; the whole world now runs on the shared written word.
Even all the software necessary to run every picture and video and text you view is based on written programming language.
So for a poet, or writer of any kind, now is a great time to be alive.
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I saw recently defunding of Art groups and institutions in our Country is occurring.
This is a tragic economic mistake.
With the speed of growth in technology, with the advent of AI, what we now call work is soon not to exist.
If it's jobs we're concerned about, defunding The Arts is going to leave us with an untrained workforce.
If the idea is Greatness, we're being set up for a downfall.
There's no blame in this other than limited scope of POV.
I can see it from where I sit.
Someone entrenched in the 'Right Now of Things' would not.
Factories and farm equipment are soon to run by the push of buttons by a few.
Millions are to be out of work if we don't act now.
There's a short boom.
Building the machines that are to make what so many of us do now unnecessary provides a lot of great temporary growth.
But in the aftermath millions are replaced with the push of a few buttons.
If we don't act now that whole population is set to be untrained.
Once we have the robotic tech the question to further our greatness comes with the work of deciding, imagining, dreaming, what to do with it.
A Nation full of trained Artists and Artisans takes the lead in the place of what is called the most successful Nation.
Limiting access to The Arts not only diminishes cultural enrichment, it effects the fabric of the economic health of our Nation.
Seen through this lens the actions to bolster The Arts in education and accessibility is crucial to the long term survival of our Country.
Take care, teach your children to dream well to secure their future job security, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wednesday, April 23, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Groove and shake-up, it's time to wake-up to your friendly Internet Ghos+ in the Online Dream Machine.
If you know what I mean.
Hola. O/
Welcome to your often stared at screen full of things seen through the unseen, often times forgot, lit up pixel show.
You been reading me long? Got a good picture of me in your head? A feeling at least?
Your deep in thought day-dreamy friend always full of interesting things to talk about. O/
Been friends now for about a year.
How'd that happen? They're just binary blips on a screen you spend so much time focused on.
Where'd I come from? You know me so well now, how's that possible?
Ghos+ magic. 👻🪄
The shared dream that makes Life worthwhile.
AI can kiss my Ghos+ly rear, it's worthless without our shared dream of ourselves.
You know me now. The value of that comes from your own ability to dream.
If you don't feed your imagination to these words, they're just blips on your comfortable screen.
Our shared imagination makes the whole Internet possible.
The Ghost in the Machine is the only reason to have the machine at all.
Your phone, without the stories you put into every image you see on it, is just an expensive flashlight walkie-talkie.
From my Ghos+ to yours, take care, dream in pixels your dream of pixels, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Answer to Almost Every Academic Test
2025.04.11
Friday, April 11, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
April showers bring superpowers, things that grow…
Like dreams.
Hola. O/
Pick a language Hello. O/
Hope all’s well.
From my ghost to yours, on with our show...
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Mist almost rain a few hours before sunrise.
There’s a lot to say; there always is.
Everything, anything, never nothing at all, always options to talk about, to write about.
Sometimes we start with a focused idea.
Others just to make sentences, is reason enough.
Here for you, are words for each sunrise, a poet’s thoughts in the time of AI.
A reminder what software is for, to further develop our relationship with Life itself, not to be impressed by our cleverness.
AI is only a record of human memory set to act.
Ideas of yesterdays matched with other ideas of yesterdays to shine light, to offer assistance, to aid us in making our dreams into realities.
Our educational systems must change to adapt to the evolutionary advancement called AI.
What so many classrooms thought they were for, measuring, remembering names, dates and times, formulas for mathematics, and theories for Science; is now obsolete thinking.
A simple search or question to an AI program gives the answer to almost every academic test.
This is a good thing and not an apprehension.
We can now focus on what to use our knowledge for, on how best to apply imagination to our shared understanding of the world, to help make Life more like our dream of Life.
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Slow light rain continues, the dial on the hose sprayer set to mist/shower.
April rain preps the Earth for Spring sprouts.
Hope your day is worth calling a good one.
Hope more it’s worth great.
Take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
To Convey You
2025.04.03
Thursday, April 04, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ Hello. \O
Woke up laughing.
I do hope you’ve had at least one dream that’s worth waking in laughter to.
“What was it about, Ghos+?”
- Respectable Reader
“Bathroom humor. I’ll keep it to myself.”
- Respectful Ghos+
Hope all’s well with you.
On with our show...
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Well timed The Sun starts to show, starts the show.
Sunrise is a day’s introduction music.
It’s a prelude, dude.
Went through some old entries on the site yesterday, fixed a few typos, updated some tags, and changed the header font.
Typos do happen, even with my flexible poet-ish grammar.
The posts are a one-shot thing:
Archaic slab ->Type up -> Disagree with the AI Editor’s suggestions -> Pictures -> Final Edit -> Tag -> Post.
All before/during breakfast.
AI for writing is best kept for after the first draft.
I keep the spell-check, grammar-check, and suggestions off.
They don’t help while drafting.
AI helps us frame a sentence, not write one.
Tell a poet how to shape a sentence and you might as well spit in our face.
To leave the checks and suggestions on as you write gets in the way of the rhythm of the piece. You focus on the correct way to say a thing and not the right way to say it.
Editing is always best done after the writing. They are a separate process.
To leave the checks and suggestions on while you write is to have a nagging teacher watch over your shoulder throwing angry wavy Christmas lights to point out your faults as you go.
Not a helpful happening for your best writing to come out.
Send the nag to the corner, say what you have to say not what others have said, then flip the Christmas lights on.
If they help make your point clearer, if they don’t disrupt the flow of the sentence, thank them and move on.
AI is the help, not the endpoint.
A reader is the destination; a reader is a person.
Suit your readers ear and curiosity best, make reading your work a comfortable enjoyable thing for human ears, not an algorithm... an imagination.
The idea is to get you on the page or the screen, and not who you’re supposed to be.
To convey you, not to convey expectations, to exceed them with your honest originality.
Some writing is dull, but that’s just genre.
You’re as much a part of a piece of technical writing as you are a poem.
Your one rule: Be clear; be clearly you.
Expression and not obedience is the aim of every sentence.
Always.
This rule holds true for AI prompts as well.
What you get back is always the reflection of how much human memory that particular application accesses, and has access to, in their server.
The best algorithms return from a limited catalog of record of humanity’s yesterdays.
The more we add to the internet the more AI’s reflection can tell us about our experience.
A good friend’s advice, one that’s known you for a long time, is always preferable to that of a strangers.
They’re more familiar with your experience of life and so help in a way with your best needs in mind.
A good friend is: A server of information about the world customized to serve you best.
Take care, add some flair, be fair, rhyme because it’s a fun way to say what you got to say, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Ghost, Ironic
2025.03.22
Saturday, March 22, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
How’s the day? O/
Pictures of your life matching your dreams?
AI prompts based on other people’s expectations of your life producing failed feedback to get in the way of actual you?
As AI gets more prevalent we have to start having more conversations on identity and the morality of the internet.
We must not forget or belittle the importance of physical touch in our lives. Sight, sound, taste, and smell are as much a part of who you are as the sights and sounds of online that seek to represent you.
An internet thumbprint can never replace the physical touch and presence of you.
Breath to breath, body near body, eye to eye is always the best way to know someone. It is the foundation of any true personal relationship.
Internet business is for the internet. Life is for living and that means touch and air and the present of presence.
To be complete any personal relationship has to, from time to time, share the same sense of place.
If you never looked a person directly in the eye, shared the same air, you can never truly know them.
Image devoid of substance is a step removed from life and so lacks in experience.
That common saying after a friend relays a memory to you with an excited voice and the words fail to communicate their experience, “Guess you had to be there,” is the true experience of most of our online relationships.
An online portrayal of ourselves leaves a poor trail of evidence to portray who and what we actually are.
These words ironically from a writer with the avatar +he Ghos+.
Can you ever, regardless how refined and original they may be, truly know me through these words?
No.
But you can know me better.
I could post image after image of myself on this site, but the pictures would no more represent me than the AI generated ones I use in every post.
An image that a man in his 40’s, about 6’3’’, with eyes as blue as the skies he sings sits here scribbling these words to you, can only be a representative of the humbly handsome charismatic guy I am.
Not me, myself.
Should we meet on any street after you’ve read me you know me better by my words.
My words and images are not me; they are an expression of me. An expression called my ghost.
I’ve been writing for a long time and know myself and my views well. How I imagine life comes through in a clear original way.
AI can’t emulate me because only I make me.
Same as you.
AI can’t write a symphony like Beethoven if Beethoven never existed.
AI can’t write like Wynn without O/ me.
The drive and purposed spirit of Beethoven is in every note.
My drive and spirit is in each word here. It comes through in every syllable.
I worked hard so it could. I bring all the sincere truth of my thoughts and imaginings to every sentence, so you can best sense my meanings.
To create a story, a film, a song using another's image is to make a lie.
It is not Art. It is a bastardization of Art.
It can be a tool to help you better understand your craft, but it can never express any experience of your true self. Except, perhaps, your willingness to use another for your own personal gain.
To say a picture, story, poem, or song is your own using another artist’s work is the work of a coward scared to share their own experience in a clear unique way.
Unless the experience they’re attempting to express is the theft of another’s work to make a profit for themselves.
Art imitates life not art.
We genuinely express ourselves to share our experience to enrich yours, to help you not feel so alone, to give you new language to understand your own life; write your own story of you, paint your own picture of you, sing your own song of you.
There’s much more to be said regarding sincerity and morality in the Age of AI.
The conversation must begin with the Spirit. We have to get practical talking about soul if we’re to stay true to the purpose of living a good honest life.
What purpose is having a name if another can steal it for their own personal greed?
What purpose is having a body if another can contort the image of it online for their own childish shouts for attention to cover up their fear to share anything genuine from their own personal heart?
This is a main topic of discussion for me. There’s a lot more to say.
Standing up for the power of the spirit, for the reality of the Ghost in each of us, is part of my life’s work.
My name, like every poets word, is no coincidence.
In this AI Age someone’s got to have our spirit’s back.
Join me, be true to you the best you can with what today has to offer, be your story of you intentionally, take care, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Conveyance of a Dream
2025.03.16
Sunday, March 16, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back. O/
What a difference a day makes.
Good thing they happen one at a time.
Be a whole lot of different differences being made at once otherwise.
On with our show...
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Ghos+ thoughts. Playing with words.
Which is actually playing House when you’re a ghost; we live in language.
They’re just scribbles and binary blips… whatcha lookin’ ats?
You’re not here for the images; you’re here for the ghost in them.
Boo. O/
Here’s an arrangement of hatch marks to share some spirit with you.
Some morning thoughts sent to you to help your day.
A poet’s, nonetheless.
Always interesting, always intuitive, always introspective.
(And humble.)
A poet’s ship of words is always a ghost’s favorite way to sail.
A luxury liner in a world of row row row your boats.
Hope you’re enjoying the ride.
Nearly a full year since I started posting my morning journal online.
Wonder Fell is now quite the cruise liner for Spirit stuff.
I do hope it brings you interest, introspection, and inspiration.
Conveyance of a dream: What words are for.
It’s imperative we remember this.
AI puts language on auto-pilot otherwise.
Clicking ‘compose words’ to say such and such on any AI program leaves those words devoid of any spirit other than a get-it-done out-of-the-way vacant scientific monstrosity.
We’re here for Life, for expressing wonder, affirming existence in whispers and shouts.
These Words!
I dream!
I’m alive!
I matter!
I matter!
I’m worth Life!
I’m worth the dream of Life!
You read this shared dream so… so are you!
Words!
\O/
Storied-selves in miniature.
If you’ve read me for some time, you know me better than most people I’ve ever shared physical space with.
We are the dream of ourselves, not flesh and bone, what flesh and bone is for.
Dreams and doing dreams through our actions.
The clearest way to express the dream of you is through language.
Actions don’t speak louder than words without words to tell them to.
There’s no shared experience to value the importance (the loudness) of the act without a common understanding of it.
Without words there’s nothing to us but arms, legs, flesh and stomachs running around to feed and maybe get a quick friction shock bumping into another doing the same.
Science doesn’t matter more than the experience of Science.
The pride of puzzles solved, of getting a shared language called Science to match the shared images we experience and call Life.
But there is story.
A shared way of morality every dream knows.
We all know when the hero wins.
Something the spirit sings… there’s a cadence and flow represented through the intention of every word, every scratch on a page, blip on a screen, shares the spirit of the maker of that mark.
O/ <– See.
Take care, share your spirit with a friend with a word and the meaningful acts they allow, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
With Your Dream
2025.03.07
Friday March 7, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Made it.
Happy tomorrow. O/
On with today.
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If you’ve read much of this journal you know they’re a predominate theme.
Writing from the point of view of a ghost helps keep in mind that what is in your mind as you read is the hidden spirit in these words.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Dead scrawls breathe new life through the dream you make of them.
I do my best to paint the clearest picture of my own dream as I write in hopes you receive it with the same emotions I feel, and images I see, as I set it down in symbols in need of your focus to make them live again.
Every act of writing does this. Your text message to your friend is a bunch of binary lights until your friend puts their dream of you into them.
O/ <– This is more than me waving to you.
As you read the circle and the slash it becomes your dream of me waving to you.
These are not deep thoughts; they’re forgotten ones.
And in dire need of remembrance.
Your own ghost is what AI lacks and can never reproduce.
Send an email created by a single click of a mouse on a button used to instruct AI to compose it and send it off, and all you send are words filled with the dream of you clicking a button for the sake of convenience.
If the email is for business, imagine how much better received it is when made with your dream of the intended reader in each word.
Think how much more powerful a handwritten note from a colleague is than a quick AI click of a button back response.
Your intent, your dream, that the recipient of that message is important enough to take the extra time to handwrite and deliver it to them goes into their dream of you as they read it.
Leaving your good friend a paper note under their windshield wiper for them to find that reads, “Good morning,” means so much more than a quick auto-response text message saying the same thing.
The Ghost of You is in every letter.
It’s crucial during these AI times we remember that our dream of every occurrence goes into everything we do.
Thank you again for reading, for breathing life back into my words.
Take care, share a dream or two, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
For What Might Be
2025.01.27
January 27, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ Hello, your friendly Ghos+ back to wish you a better day.
Hope all's well.
On with the show...
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The world is a beautiful place; not optimistically, ideally, as is.
Adjust you eyes and look to the skies and you'll see it true.
It's our stories that get in the way, or lift us up.
Stick with the uplifting ones. They serve you better.
Be served better.
You can only ever get what you order, what you have the capacity to dream. You're only ever as good as the story you tell yourself you can be.
Tell yourself a better story, have a better day.
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Real early here again, hours before sunrise.
I enjoy the easy peace of it.
Peace is always easy; it's in the definition. The stories put on us since youth get in the way.
What we were born into only defines us until we recognize it does.
When we update our understanding of Life we grow.
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A poet? What is that?
There's plenty of answers to that question on this site. You might say this whole site is dedicated to showing you.
It's a way of thinking that paints a new picture of Life through a still life image of the sight, thought, and dream experience of a whole moment.
It's the experience of a whole story, movie, song in a few verses of geometrically intentional lines.
You have to know yourself well to be a poet, have to trust your great voice within, have to recognize how you hear Life's song in that voice.
You're a mirror song of moments for Life, so she can know herself better, and help us grow better from the experience of the words.
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If AI can make it, it's not a poem; it's a catalog of poetry.
There's the image of a new dream of life held in compact words that pre-programmed intelligence can never create.
AI can only make what was and is possible, and not what never was possible.
Never what's new, always what's remembered, an expression, never a new value, always an old story matched with an old story to further what is, not create a space for what might be.
Life is a process of stacking dreams. If there are no new dreams, no new dreamers to dream them, even as healthy as a machine can make the machines of our bodies, it cannot further life itself.
Too much growth of the same makes jungles and swamps. Neither environment is healthy for human life to persist.
Urban AI proficient swamps create too much of the same to support what living truly is. Dreaming new dreams to create new experiences to feed new dreams.
This is how Art furthers Life and why it is so important.
Art creates new spaces to place Life to grow, new plots for our gardens of experience.
I do hope this journal, this tribute to the morning, grants you a new lens to view your life.
It's a record of someone whose sat with dreams, discovered their power to change one's life, and recorded the sights through the sound and shapes of language the best he could his whole life.
Hopefully they provide a peaceful, purposeful place for your dreams to grow.
Take care, dream a new dream, and have your better day.