RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition who publishes zines & physical books & electronic books & music & photography & digital art & just generally whatever feels necessary to survive this deluded earth thru Rojonekku Word Fighting Arts survival systems (Version 69, establish 14 Feb 1973). Comments encouraged.

Monday, May 21

PR4CT1C1NG TH3 4NC13NT 4RT...

practicing the ancient art
of stealth existence beyond
spotlight eyes of shinefaced pigs

SONG OF THE DAY: Complication #5



A weird cultural sign of patriarchy is every last man on Earth story is a last MAN on Earth story. I have all daughters (biologically speaking) which means my alpha male toxic masculine country ass has had to re-evaluate a lot of the little crap I do from that place. Anyways, we live in a glorious time of potential actual civilization catastrophe, which I guess is scary to a lot of children and even adults, because people are inclined to believe civilization is stable. I’ve tried to raise my children not to be marks for that bullshit – there is no stability, no meritocracy, and yes the world is fucked and likely to have collapse. But I also like my daughters to know it doesn’t have to be a last MAN on Earth, nor should it be. I mean if 95% of the Earth’s population died off in the next 20 years, that’d still leave like 375 million people alive. “Why not y’all?” I always ask them. And think how exciting it’d be to get to rebuild whatever is next.
Anyways, peace to Swamp Dogg, a Virginia legend. Swamp Doggs IRL historically have been tri-racial isolates that existed in the extreme geographical margins to hide from civilizations immoral ways. A majority of those 375 million who build the next phase of human life on Earth after inevitable collapse of this unsustainable model we’re currently running are going to be Swamp Doggs.


N3V3R F33L 4S 4T 34S3 4S...

never feel as at ease as
I do when walking the tracks
caressing the James River

Sunday, May 20

Friday, May 18

Thursday, May 17