Your Friendly Nation-hood Poet

Sunday, September 13, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Original Intelligence and insights with your Friendly Nation-hood Poet, Wynn; every morning here on Wonder Fell.

In case AI's gotcha feeling down and unappreciated, there's always living daily proof of what a machine can't do here every morning to cheer you up. O/

There's more to life than adding it up; there's the joy of adding it up.

The Joy is my business.

Thanks for joining me.

Rain with the sunrise; it's still beautiful. Take note Artists, The Sun is a master painter. Each hue in each ray carefully applied for our viewing and living pleasure.

Now that I shared with you the reality of what's happening with AI and algorithms in America, it's time to turn the page of these journal entries to a new page.

Poetry, new thoughts, Original Intelligence, and Beauty with a Capital B, are all things AI can't ever do; and the focus of my livelihood.

Back to focusing on that every morning. I leave it free online as a reminder for people of what language is actually for: A record of a living breathing moment, so we may better share ourselves and the world.

Algorithms gotcha feeling down? Classification models classifying your thoughts into a disgruntled mess? AI got you shouting at groups instead of individuals making living breathing decisions?

Take a breath. Read Wonder Fell for a moment or more. No worries. It's free, like The American Press used to be.

This site is dedicated to living language. Words from the one profession AI can never emulate: Poetry. O/

By its very nature poetry is an arrangement of words in a new way to express a new witness of life.

AI can't do new until we do new.

Large Language Models huff and hurl dead words, send corpse language to answer our prompts.

Life! Living! Alive! Every morning here on Wonder Fell.

The freedom of my words matters more to me than money.

If you're wondering why this site is free, now you know.

If we're not free to speak and share our thoughts and dreams, money has no real value other than the perpetuation of our slavery.

So long as machines filter and distribute our text according to their programmed value systems, our words won't mean as much as they used to.

Like singing into a tube, so go the muffled words of humanity online right now.

How can we ever hear the fullness of your voice if it's filtered through algorithmic means?

Got a paper towel roll around?

Sing your favorite song into it. Just a verse or two.

Now pull the tube away and hear the difference.

That's the state of our free speech online right now.

Tubed and limited.

There's Podcasts, opinion News shows, editorials up every wazoo of human concern.

Wonder Fell is a living, breathing, working Poet writing on the state of language in these Science-Fiction Turned Reality Times.

It's fun; it's fancy; it's free. I even use semi-colons... that's how fancy Wonder Fell is.

There is a donate button at the bottom of the page, but it is not required, nor why I publish my work. But some people like to say thank you with money. There's a button at the end of the page for you. Thank you.

Colore, the Epic I work on during the day, is a different matter.

Because of the insane notion going around that AI can actually write instead of a traditional release of a tome of writing, I believe a more serialized version is helpful.

I want the experience of reading The Epic to be as living as an experience can be.

New ideas and metaphors that don't yet dwell in any Large Language Model Data Center are introduced.

My dreams are my own. Sometimes a story is the best way to share them with you.

But I also want to put people at ease regarding AI.

It doesn't write or draw; it steals dead words and images. That's why purely AI 'art' stinks. That's the stench of death.

That's not what you find here. Life Loops these lines!

How best to express that online in a story and with a story is what I work on now.

Thanks for your consideration.

Congratulations, again, for reading.

Your Friendly Nation-hood Poet,