What's Wonder Fell About?
My literal literary job as a poet is to share new language for shared experiences. New is something an algorithm can't do.
Saturday, October 17, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
What's Wonder Fell about?
What writing is for.
As I work on larger pieces of more traditional writing, I thought it might be helpful to share my morning journal with a world stuck in an Artificially Intelligent Identity Crisis.
It's all right humanity. AI can't write; it can only recycle and rearrange. Without the materials living writers feed it AI doesn't exist. Our chatbots are only as intelligent as the materials they have to arrange.
Humanity evolves. The world was Scientifically flat. AI often wrong. But it can often be a helpful starting place.
My literal literary job as a poet is to share new language for shared experiences. New is something an algorithm can't do. It's fully dependent on the recorded language it has to draw from.
The past doesn't always repeat itself. Evolution and innovation exist for the same reason and may even be the same process.
Wonder Fell is a record of The Original Intelligence (OI) of a poet every morning at dawn.
Part of the reason I share it freely is to offer comfort to a historical moment overly enthusiastic over a video game designed to creatively search The Internet.
Everything about online mirrors how reality works. Words rearrange what light does to build every picture on every screen.
In living reality our words rearrange what sunlight does through the actions our language inspires.
There's a lot to learn about what it means to be human from the way Artificial Intelligence works.
Language is The Software of Humanity. Artists and creative minds are its developers.
Perhaps the way pixel light is coded to shape images on our screens and move inorganic machines into programmed actions, so too the sunlight is coded to make life. But who codes it?
Consider the question a bridge for an atheist and the statement a very good start to a Scientific hypothesis.
And a good reason for this poet to wake with the sunrise every morning to receive his programming from starlight.
~ Wynn ~
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Archaic Slab: (Warranty Deed of Original Intelligence)