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.

Wednesday, August 26

45s on 33 – #15: “Calling Dr. Love”

Many old songs of the patriarchal yet wild variety tend to be of the basic subject matter, “Hey, you don’t seem to be completely happy, so come here and let me fuck you happy.” I can feel that sentiment. Life has become mundane and somewhat meaningless. I feel disconnected to most organic aspects of my environment, and am distracted by the inorganic techno-vices that seem planted like land mines throughout my daily path. Shit is out of balance, but the world spins upon crooked axis so it pretends everything’s upright and kosher. I am not completely happy, so I need the universe to just look at my sexy dirtgod raven mackness, and fuck me good. And I don’t mean the negative “fuck” as in everything went bad. I mean a good solid sweaty fucking by the universe that pushes the dopamine and serotonin into a cocktail with the adrenaline, and everything is excited sunshine and rainbows and river water baptisms (but secular) all day long. If the universe is a doctor, it is what the universe should order up, if it could. So even though the digital realm seems (to me) like inorganic devilry full of the aforementioned techno-vices, I’m putting that out there with intent, as non-denominational prayer, as a dirtgod prayer, to hopefully be answered. In fact, fuck it, let’s just make it the Dirtgod Prayer:

OH GIANT IMMENSE UNIVERSE, I AM JUST A HUMBLE DROP OF YOUR ENDLESS ESSENCE, BUT THIS HUMBLE DROP IS FEELING POISONED, FEELING POLLUTED, FEELING CLOUDY. RE-MAGNETIZE ME WITH THAT UNIVERSAL ENERGY, FUCK ME UP GOOD AGAIN, SO THAT I CAN REMEMBER THAT I AM, IN TRUE AND LIVING FACT, STILL A DROP OF YOUR ENDLESS ESSENCE. BECAUSE I KNOW I AM, BUT RIGHT NOW, I DON’T “KNOW” I AM. YA KNOW? THANKS, YOUR MAN DIRTGOD.

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