RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.

Tuesday, October 27

Monday, October 26

Sunday, October 25

SONG OF THE DAY: El Puto (Chopped & Screwed)


Was staring at the leaves flaunting their autumn colours, which caused me to embrace Toxic Flamboyance philosophies, which includes using "ou" in place of "o" in words like colour, and also pulling out all the glittery iron on letters I can find, and customizing every blank shirt I have to read things like MASCULINE (silver glitter on hot pink shirt) or EXOTIC STREET PEOPLE in blue glitter letters on blaze orange shirt, which color coordinates with a Scottish GK jersey I have to wear overtop, because it's long sleeve, so I can actually rock autumnal fashion, but when it gets heated, bust off the GK top, and it's a fucked up EXOTIC STREET PEOPLE shirt underneath, in matching colours. Plus, I still got a pair of blaze orange socks with blue stripes from the Family Dollar like half a decade ago. (Sadly, I didn't have enough blue glitter letters, so I had to go with DIRECTOR EXOTICO instead, which is not really sad but an unexpected blessing I haven't realized fully just yet.)

TH3 K3Y T0 D1S4PP34R1NG...

the key to disappearing 
is to make sure you return 
somewhere eventually 

Saturday, October 24

SONG OF THE DAY: Foret


WALKING THRU THE ABANDONED FACTORIES OF THE DECLINING EMPIRE
CELL SERVICE AT ZERO BARS WHICH MEANS NO DIGITAL PRISON
THE CROWS IN THE TOWERING OAKS YELLING QUOTES FROM THE WIRE
"we used to make shit in this country cawww build shit cawww cawww cawww"
AND I LOOK UP THE HOTBALL IN THE SKY
WHICH FEELS LIKE IT GETS CLOSER EVERY YEAR
AND I FINISH THEIR STREAM OF THOUGHT, YELLING
"NOW WE JUST PUT OUR HANDS IN THE NEXT GUY'S POCKET!"
AND THE CROWS FLY AWAY
STARTLED AT MY INHUMANE HONESTY
BUT I'M SIMPLY QUOTING SOME POP CULTURE I CONSUMED
VOMITING IT BACK OUT AT THE NATURAL WORLD
AS IF IT WAS INTELLIGENCE

1 F1ND 1T 34SY T0 L1V3...

I find it easy to live 
out of a car for few days 
here or there, to disappear 

Friday, October 23

SONG OF THE DAY: Don't Take Her (She's All I Got)

Just a freestyle sonnet today, about love, love lost, inspired by Swamp Dogg's crazy ass and reading about walking poet Vachel Lindsay.

Tethers so tight, yet familiar, begin to feel 
like the comforts of paradise, loved with great zeal, 
until fault lines suddenly shift, which then reveal 
the routine you so loved was much more rut than real. 

Still left reeling, playing back memories in mind, 
of moments that felt floating, not fleeting, outlined 
in bliss - romantic ignorance while intertwined, 
yet once removed, you realize hindsight's less confined. 

When the fault lines shift, life feels like rubble to sort 
through, hoping to stack enough pieces to export 
peace of mind; ache of loss and fearful thoughts distort 
the horizon into darkness, lacking support. 

And yet, once detoxed of tether's caress, bright heart 
begins to impart hope for another love's start. 

S1TT1NG 1N 4 P4RK1NG L0T...

sitting in a parking lot, 
scribbling the simple words that 
come to mind on index cards