Raw Poet Film: Arroyo girls calendar-shooting and the candidates for Ms June. This is the second installment in my virtual rendition of unfinished calendar project from decades ago - a throwback echo in the soundtrack a throwback to the golden age of print

Raw Poet Film: alphabet city, soundtrack, cabalistic maze. Lived in the lower side, the east village of Manhattan in the earlier part of your life when drug dealers sex workers pimps and artists provided color for the streets a ballad

Raw Poet Film: optics, black fatigue. Optics matter, social media, amplify stuff like things around the term, “black fatigue.” of course it doesn’t mean everyone, but optics brand.

Raw Poet Film: content, moderation, AI and erotica. Saw a post by a female AI influencer be moaning the fact that so many AI images are women often, sexy looking women she of course attributed it to the preponderance of males involved in AI and coding and of course there’s some

Raw Poet Film: springtime in the Rockies, Santa Fe, New Mexico. At 7000 feet we’re at the tail end of the Rocky Mountain chain. It means we get a lot of unusual weather changes like hail at the end of May, our climate here is like tectonic plates in the sky, always shifting

Raw Poet Film: the Bruja’s Burden-in Spanish the Bruja is a witch a woman with supernatural abilities, a cunning woman-a woman with unusual powers. This film is like a trailer for an imagined film. You’re writing a spec script no set in Oaxaca Mexico. It has a folk horror

Raw Poet Film: an Artist’s Way, soundtrack Timestamp. Just like other creative avenues it’s not just about the work you bring. There are deals negotiations questions. You have to answer about what you want and how much you want and what you’ll do to to get it. Something

Raw Poet Film: how Saints are made-thinking of those beat poets playing with sound like John Giorno cadence-thinking about memory - a fount for creativity, a smoke screen for the illusions you hold about your history #poetry #art

Raw Poet Film: the master’s name; although you’ve studied and been a part of groups formed around a master teacher of the esoteric, you never met Gurujieff or or any number of masters people follow, you wonder if you had met his one in person would you have been able to submit

Raw Poet Film: chemistry burns, 90s Santa Fe, the time before the screens-it was raw it was about the chemistry, there were some pretty wild gatherings out here in the high desert-remix

Raw Poet Film: Dirge for a dead artist, unless you live in New Orleans, you probably don’t hear a dirge anymore, but the dirge fits the artist funeral because it doesn’t shy away from the melancholy and mournful nature of the situation at the same time living go on living

Raw Poet Film: out of the hive, putting down the phone, leaving the familiar finding in seclusion a way to find the depths something for the desert

Raw Poet Film: thinking of Laura Palmer, reading an article in Vanity Fair about Twin Peaks, David Lynch, with antidotal stories -before the streamers

Raw Poet Film: dreaming like a dreamer, 90s redux drawing upon a photo shoot you did in the forest outside of Santa Fe for inspiration. You just did things.

Raw Poet Film: God without a prayer-spiritual masters say things are perfect. They couldn’t be any other way given our basic chemistry, the primitive needs and desires, but it doesn’t stop any individual from rising above the automatic, the mechanical in human nature and finding

Raw Poet Film: thoughts are things. That’s what the teachers teach. Your thoughts have substance they’re material. Just because they show up in your internal timeline doesn’t mean you have to own them. Say I before them. Sometimes you need a way to filter. Let most go on by don’t

Raw Poet Film: uncle Jack, conspiracy analyst. Rummaging through the tapes was thinking of a Bill Hicks bit about a president brought into the room and then shown JFK’s assassination from an angle. No one’s ever seen before.

Raw Poet Film: hammer and mirror. When you have to eliminate to assimilate the people strategies, tools, that shape the future you desire

Raw Poet Film: the Fakir. His tricks are impressive doing things others won’t, but whether there’s real wisdom involved in what the faker transmits is another story. They’re taken at a young age and taught to lie on nails or various other fantastical displays but it’s mechanical

Raw Poet Film: Tantra remix, a magazine for metaphysical connoisseurs. This is a look book of sorts for a magazine idea, fuse east and west, but with an experimental edge to the investigation of metaphysical cross colonization kundalini Houdini, you want to escape the every day