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Thoughts on writing from a poet's point of view...
A Poetic Act
Someone's gotta feed AI.
Thursday, June 04, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
"I write, I right, I wright; I make convenient puns."
-Wynn, +he Ghos+
A motto with the sunrise. Thanks for joining me.
The Writer and The Reader relationship is a magical one.
The Writer casts a spell, etches it out in symbols. The one ingredient necessary to invoke the magic is The Reader's attention.
Thanks for making magic with me. O/
Wonder Fell is a story. What you read is the tale of the record of a poet's thoughts as the sun rises.
Everyday.
"Snooze, where's the shock and sensationalism?"
-Not a Reader of Wonder Fell
"In Hollywood and The Modern American Press. How's that working for you?"
-Author of Wonder Fell Whose Favorite Readers Nod in Agreement with This Quote
What's Wonder Fell? It's what's missing. Consideration, wonder, awe, wonder!
My motivations for making and keeping this journal are threefold:
One: I believe these words can help and it would be selfish of me to hoard them considering the state of our Country's spirit.
Two: I love to write and work at it and believe we should do what we love no matter what it takes.
Three: I want to define what the word Beautiful is all about. Not cosmetics or looking pretty, the quality of every sunrise and some works of Art.
Beauty is a tangible human experience, like Love, and it's gone undefined.
There's no Scientific way to quantify it.
Beauty needs people like me to give it shape so more people can know it.
It's what a Poet is for: To give words to previously unsayable things.
Every new word made is a poetic act.
Every new thought and dream shared is a poet at work.
Someone's gotta feed AI.
"Make it new."
-Every Artist's Anthem
"Feed me, Artists."
-Every Large Language Model in the Foreseeable Future.
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The site design updated yesterday.
With all the flash make-me-look-like-a-billboard webpages out there, my first inclination was to match the sentiment. But Wonder Fell is about words.
So the site now looks like a bunch of book pages dressed in binary light.
I don't plan on stopping; I plan on living for quite a long time.
So, Welcome to: Wynn's Own Large Language Model of Wordly Art
Take a look around, tags abound.
Brave souls who love to read... chronologically is a thing.
So is a thank you very much for reading, for making magic with me.
Literally.
~ Wynn ~
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Let's Talk Shop
Reading is like listening to music in the theatre of your Imagination.
Tuesday, May 26, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Let's talk shop.
How are we with the acronym? ^
If you're new here, it means The Wonder Fell Way. It's a help I created years ago.
During darker days when the noise of the world would attempt to disrupt my work, I developed that catch phrase to write to keep me going.
Writing is a physical exercise; it's something we do.
As basic physics reminds: All objects and artists tend to stay in motion unless interrupted. 'Good morning' gets me moving again.
The idea is to write. Perhaps, Writers, you'll come up with your own nonsense phrase to help get you back on track.
Visual artists doodle, I write 'Good morning.'
The circle-slash is my one-artist-gang insignia. O/ The pic for my avatar: +he Ghos+. A point made.
Somebody is waving to you. Who? How do you know me? There's no pics or videos.
My circle-slash is a poet's answer to AI.
Because: O/
Hi.
Your dream of me is in that wave.
Whatever experience you have viewing that sign is for you... me.
I hope your dream of me is a positive one.
But it's not just that symbol. The feeling that wave creates in your mind as you read it happens with every word you read.
Reading is like listening to music in the theatre of your Imagination.
Every sentence is a musical phrase.
There is a lyrical quality to my lines because my dreams are best shared that way. I've worked at it a long time the way a concert pianist does.
There's something unique about each of us, a quality worth sharing.
Each one of us holds within a hope for The World, some purpose to help further Life.
It's why stories work, to show us the way.
A Hero has a dream for a better life. Something happens in the world that only they can help. Helping the world makes their dream for a better life come true.
Viewed this way all the issues in your life aren't problems, they're Life giving you the opportunity to make your dreams real.
There's a process to it that every story shows.
When we view the issues in our life as hero opportunities, we're living right. It's why I still have a positive outlook on life after having beat death twice.
This dream to share words with you is my Hero's Hope.
Thanks for reading, for making a dream come true.
~ Wynn ~
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The Acts of Art
The Acts of Art are the only way to make a lasting change in The World.
Monday, May 25, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Drab sunrise, barely a sky in the cloud. Songbirds are quiet. Did Mother Nature forget to set her alarm clock?
Something about sunshine makes a robin sing. More than a healthy dose of vitamin D gets those birds crooning.
Something worth wondering about.
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Hey artists, writers, creative people who work with lines, I've been thinking about us.
We sit and waggle pens or tip-tap keys for hours while so much of the world is dirty dancing to get it done.
Artists and writers, I thought I'd let you know: Our lines are actions.
This is work. In fact The Acts of Art are the only way to make a lasting change in The World.
The stories we share about the pictures and stories we share makes humanity's living experience.
Line wagglers and doodlers, we're shaping The World. Take care, have my thanks, and keep it going.
Our words and images are actions; The Internet is full of sloppy deeds.
AI is eating somebody else's leftovers for dinner. There's no joy of cooking or of experiencing anything new in the exercise.
When we eat yesterday the best we can hope for is yesterday.
Artists make new materials to help all of us experience life with.
I sit in as much solitude as can be made in today's flash and go landscape and write words for change and growth for all of us because I truly believe they help.
So many are starving for what's found on Wonder Fell because they didn't know it was on the menu.
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When we treat our young artists as well as our young athletes my Country will have a lasting livable peace.
It comes down to where we place our value.
There's a lot more to say on this.
Back to Colore for it.
Thanks for reading Artists. Keep it going. O/
~ Wynn ~
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Is Rap Poetry?
Is water wet?
Writing is an interesting thing. I suppose all living is like it.
Rhythm.
It's all about rhythm.
The Earth plays her own music.
There's a certain ebb to everyday, a certain flow.
We dance to it, or we're stressed-out fools wondering why nothing is working out and everyone is laughing at us, or shaking their heads wondering what you're up to punk style dancing while the day is doing the waltz.
I write the rhythm, sometimes the rhyme.
It feels like free-form poetry.
Depending on the nature of the words, the content at times feels like open mic night free verse rap.
Yup.
I don't have the look,
But I have the lines.
Is Rap poetry?
Is water wet?
It's genre from a certain demographic.
That's the stuffy way to say the music genre formed from inner-city necessities, not an intellectual choice, the smart choice.
I don't stick to a genre; I write the day.
Wet Water
Do your dream immersed in the rhythm of that day.
Don't sway from your truth, from what you are and what your vision of what your heart says you are.
When it's raining get your raincoat...
🎤When you're in the deep inner-city and the poetry of the world comes calling, get your rap on, do your song, don't be afraid to Keats or Whitman, if they should come along. If you come across Maya's angel though...
...say hello, get a cup of coffee and enjoy the show, smog filled shade covered, skyscrapers got you covered, it's a hot day, the ice screams a good idea, for a rap lined scream for a line out of town, to some friends, to a way to say what you're all feeling in a way that's appealing, that feeling, kept so quiet, that cures the ill of a neighborhood gone still...
...fighting to find itself through all the fighting. Rhythms and city street open free verse rap dialogue on some everyday Wednesday in invisible Whitetime, good nighttime in the morning, might as well sleep, not a single creep around to mess with the sound of acceptability, just getting by the radar blips over the predictability, gives you time and space to say you saved the human race, if you weren't too humble...
...to mumble the lines.
🎤💧
~ Wynn ~
Why Share These Journal Entries at All?
With all the text on all the lighted screens all over the world here's another use for words.
Monday, May 04, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Words at dawn.
Morning pages are a kind of industry standard among writers. Wake up, start with what you love. The act of writing, once learned and established, is such a simple thing to do. And so, writing is often an 'I'll get to it later' activity.
If writing is your love and choice of profession, why give anything else the opportunity to get in the way?
Until the circumstances of life best support what we love best, what we love best has to be put first.
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Why share these journal entries at all?
The answer is one of my favorite words: Juxtaposition.
With all the text on all the lighted screens all over the world here's another use for words.
Remember?
No two people are ever exactly the same. Our expressions show the world this.
Words are our greatest tool; we shape dreams with them.
For a writer a dream is the starting point and the desired outcome.
We paint dreams with words to share.
Remember?
The Internet came along like that woodpecker at dawn the past few mornings... drumming its beak, making it harder to hear the songbirds.
So I'm a poet prolific every morning so we remember our words do more than drum.
Syllables can sing! Symbols can wave a Good Morning you can feel. O/
There's more to life and words than what a computer can do.
Thought you might like to remember.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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The World in Words
The Internet is The World in Words.
Tuesday, April 28, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Poets for millennia howled for The Moon; I sing the sunrise, write the dawn.
What a singer does for lyrics a poet does with sentences and stanzas.
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Years ago humanity started texting more than talking. To a poet the experience is like being a professional singer when the whole untrained room starts to sing and screech arias.
Speaking brought to the level of Art is singing. Writing brought to the level of Art is poetry.
An untrained out of tune room full of people bellowing arias is the state of so much of The Internet these days.
How do we find harmony?
It's in why we use our words, what writing actually is, and our responsibility to it.
Our words are an extension of ourselves. The difference between the spoken word and the written is a matter of time.
A rude comment said makes the commenter an unsavory person to anyone within earshot.
A rude comment wrote makes the writer foul every time it's read.
Accountability. We pay and are paid for our words every time they're read.
We wonder why things aren't getting better while we continue to write about, and so share, awful things.
Every article, post, and text made to voice negativity answers our question. They add up; they stack up.
The Internet is The World in Words.
What do you add to our shared literary Life with your sentences?
I urge you to consider bringing more positivity to The World Stage, for your own sake, and all you care about.
Life, for people, is at least a two-fold experience. There's a word and there's the experience of the word. But there are always words.
Caring for our language is caring for ourselves... and Life itself.
My concern is we forgot or were never told:
We can only ever be as successful as the definitions of our words.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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You Pants The Plot
Harmony at last in The Writing World.
Thursday, April 23, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Robins sing the rhythm guitar part while a duet of black-capped chickadees cover the melody to announce the dawn.
Yesterday I removed the work-in-progress Epic Colore from Wonder Fell.
No worries. It's still going strong.
A work of the size and scope of it requires its own space.
I'll provide links on Wonder Fell once Colore's new home is set-up, running, and aesthetically presentable. (About a month later I brought it back. (Home Sweet Home.)
As Wonder Fell becomes more and more a place for Artists to gather alone, posts concerning the creation of The American Epic still have a welcomed place here.
I decided to treat Story, The Novel specifically, as a poetic form. It's a simpler way for this poet's brain to work.
The form and rhythm of a piece of writing, from a sentence to a thousand page tome, are a major part of the work's success.
Some things poets consider that most novelists don't.
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Musicians do something called: Playing by ear. Writers call the same process: Pantsing, as in... writing by the seat of your pants.
Really. It's technical jargon in the professional world of writers. Two schools: The Pantsers and The Plotters.
Decades of experience shows the most successful way to go about writing anything is to have a general idea of the form (plot) and color it in (pants).
You pants the plot.
Harmony at last in The Writing World.
We tell ourselves the story idea, or write it down.
And then we Pants! 💃...👖
Thoughts on craft with industry jargon included this morning.
Language about what we love will always be the best use of the written word... of words at all.
Thanks for reading. Have that wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
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This Is What Wonder Is For
AI, as amazing and innovative as it is, is nothing but old news.
Thursday, April 16, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
On a cold morning you can see your breath.
The Sun rises to show us The World.
We inhale air and sunshine to survive,
To spin this story called Being Alive.
Authors, Artists, Musicians galore, I want to put you at ease regarding AI. A single poem wasn't enough. A consistent honest and free journal as idiosyncratic as each individual sunrise is.
The thoughts, feelings, hopes, and desires of today are not yesterday's. However similar your dreams are to those of days before there's always something new. Sunshine and daydreams never shine the same fire twice.
A digital Large Language Model is a well-organized attic full of yesterday's stuff. Nothing new can be made from it without a new dream from a living, breathing soul.
AI, as amazing and innovative as it is, is nothing but old news.
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Despite humanity's hubris much of our information, our 'facts,' are still a flat-Earth Science.
This is what wonder is for: to get humanity to evolve.
A Large Language Model is a limited reflection of what the human mind can do. A sense of wonder, sense at all, is lacking from every algorithm.
We use yesterday's information to help today grow. Science calls the process: Evolution. AI can't evolve; humanity can.
Like the printing press, Artificial Intelligence can help us grow as a species. But it can never make language, only recite memories in a pre-arranged fashion.
AI's biggest boon is also why we should be most cautious about it: LLMs can help us learn and grow from our past, or comfortably and tragically bury us in a flat-world yesterday.
So I write every morning to give us all something to wonder about... to keep us going and growing.
Language is the living story of humanity. It's never done, always evolving.
Like Life.
Wonder what you can contribute to Life to help it grow and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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