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.

Thursday, March 29

SM4RTPH0N3 4PP C4LL T0 PR4Y3R...

smartphone app call to prayer
reminder, driving, repeat
"la ilaha illallah"

twitter renga #0218

(last month's twitter renga @rojonekku
birth month renga) 

neither my father
nor my father's father made
it to age 50

I turn forty-five this month... 
challenging my destiny

neither my father
nor my father's father gave
up their worst demons

I've done what I can, but still
see failure demons swirling

"simplify the code"
said white work dude this morning; 
elder beech trees laughed

what Yakubian trickster
trapped me in this existence?

big-head scientists
in vast abundance, many
believe their own good

"one of the good ones" racialist
thinking, inverted backwards

the refrain remains
FUCK Y'ALL FAKE MOTHERFUCKERS - 
I see you lurking

propagating false world through
digital utopias

encourage children
to learn arson techniques,
to archive in ash

the cleansing power of fire - 
small big bang vaccinations

challenging human 
creature comfort through in real 
life trial by fire 

colonized minds too settled 
in psychological flaws

apocalyptic
balance for permaculture - 
nothing's permanent

from fertile rubble and ash
the next genesis begins

let all this false shit
go ahead and end; people
dwell too much on death

somebody gonna be left
to get it started again

if eighty percent
of all people died, shit man,
one billion's still left

it'd just be like a mass
extinction refresh button

mark another year
survived, which is better than
the alternative

lowering expectations
on a daily basis now

low expectations,
low libido, low ego,
low superego

low life lived - the only highs
I've known have been chemical

so little still gives
me warm blood flow excitement...
dull, mundane, slow death

life spent trying is wasted;
these devils are relentless

my firstborn turning
nineteen means I'm old as fuck;
she's still young, with dreams

letting my dreams die in peace,
not misplacing them on her

the balancing act
of teaching both realism
and optimism

sure, things are totally fucked...
but imagine what is next!

we are no more (or
less) doomed than ever before...
nothing's set in stone

the Earth's healing properties
been mostly ignored by us

even shit which is set
in stone can be smashed apart
when necessary

then little rubble pieces
can be thrown at devil eyes

old dirtgods throwing
stones towards predator drones
passing overhead

one day I'm gonna hit
one, and that fucker will crash

young dirtgods growing 
in the wake of wild ripples 
made by feral folks 

("dirtgods" is gender-neutral; 
call them they, better yet y'all)

one finger waving
passing other late model
beaters on back roads

saving my middle finger
for the system, forever

anti-government
nature - overthrow this one,
install a new one

fuck that one too; read some Frantz
Fanon ya motherfuckers

(already aware
of problematic nature
of "motherfucker")

(product of environment)
LIFE - A PROBLEMATIC FAVE

anyways, glad I'm
still alive, and not dead, though
do feel 'bout half-dead

I should be living harder
instead of hardly living

Monday, March 26

Saturday, March 24

Wednesday, March 21

Monday, March 19

Thursday, March 15

W3 H0LD1NG 1T T0G3TH3R...

we holding it together
good as possible, one patched
leak a time in half-assed life

25-Man Metaphysical Roster: A.F.C. Bournemouth


[nobody likely looking thru these old 25-Man posts I snuck in after the fact,
so good place to sneak in pic of tattoo of Andy Capp chasing a bastard cop]

[25-Man Metaphysical Roster is a football dork methodology meant to establish a listing of players who have been most active for English Premier League teams in their past 100 non-friendly matches. Essentially, it is calculated by minutes played, but weighted towards most recent games. The end result is a listing of the 25 players in a team’s recent history who have had the largest hand on their metaphysical sporting trajectory. The English Premier League was chosen because it is the highest level of football played in an English speaking country, and I speak English. Also, it is what comes on TV here in the USA, where I fucking live. And yet still I should clarify I hate English, and also America. Thus maybe I hate myself. Should I not fail in maintaining my unpaid deadline, a new 25-Man Metaphysical Roster will appear on the 1st and 15th of every month.]

Let’s go back through Bournemouth a second time, although this time with no blurbs because well you should know if you’ve been thumbing through the old shit.

#1: Steve Cook (same as last time Bournemouth was 25-Manned on 15-May-2017)
#2: Simon Francis (up from #3 last time)
#3: Charlie Daniels (down from #2 last time)
#4: Adam Smith (up from #5 last time)
#5: Joshua King (up from #7 last time)
#6: Nathan Ake (up from #19 last time)
#7: Ryan Fraser (up from #13 last time)
#8: Andrew Surman (same as last time)
#9: Dan Gosling (same as last time)
#10: Harry Arter (down from #6 last time)
#11: Asmir Begovic (previously #16 for Chelsea on 15-Sep-2017)
#12: Artur Boruc (down from #4 last time)
#13: Jordan Ibe (up from #17 last time)
#14: Callum Wilson (up from #15 last time)
#15: Lewis Cook (up from #24 last time)
#16: Marc Pugh (down from #10 last time)
#17: Junior Stanislas (down from #11 last time)
#18: Benik Afobe (down from #12 last time)
#19: Lys Mousset
#20: Jack Wilshere (down from #14 last time)
#21: Jermain Defoe (previously #2 for Sunderland on 15-Feb-2017)
#22: Tyrone Mings (down from #21 last time)
#23: Bradley Smith (up from #25 last time)
#24: Jack Simpson
#25: Lewis Grabban (down from #23 last time)

T3NN1S B4LL 1N TH3 0C34N...

tennis ball in the ocean -
return to sender, but torn
asunder - idles on sand

Tuesday, March 13

F1ND1NG F0RG0TT3N C0RN3R...

finding forgotten corner
in devils' gridlocked lines to
downward spiral for few days

Hatsu Basho 2018 Honour Tanka Day 15: RYUDEN (10-5)


[an outstanding performance gif] 

my apologies for 
withdrawing like an injured 
yokozuna, y’all 

once Tochinoshin had won, 
wasn’t much left to tanka 

but let me also 
give glowing accolades to 
the young Ryuden 

the lanky youngster appears 
to be poised for true stardom 

Japan’s sumo world 
will suck the soul out of young 
promising natives 

but Ryuden carried himself 
well, winning Fighting Spirit 

(he shared with Abi, 
but I already wrote ‘bout 
Abi earlier) 

(now we are officially 
caught up, time for Osaka) 

G3NTR1F1C4T10N 0F TR4SH...

gentrification of trash
environments through shineface
polish applied without thought

Monday, March 12

SVND4Y M0RN1NG D3W DR1PP1NG...

Sunday morning dew dripping
off Chevy Cutlass sitting
on that elevated chrome

JJ Krupert Mar 2018 introduction

{me IRL}

NO SONNETS THIS MONTH
MARCH ROARS WITH A FRESH BLOSSOM
OF DIGITAL BOREDOMS

PLZ ALLOW THE DIRTGOD RAVEN MACK
TO SHARE POINTLESS MUSICAL OPINES
INTO THIS EMPTY VOID OF INHUMANE
CONNECTION WE CALL
THE ENTER
NET

[this is the introduction to the march jj krupert listing of songs I play a lot while driving back and forth to work or doing kettlebell swings in the back yard underneath the vast universe far too great
for man's microscope to ever fully comprehend]

PR4Y1NG 0VR M4NVF4CTVR3D...

praying our manufactured
crap can somehow last longer
than the terms of financing

Friday, March 9

Wednesday, March 7

JJ Krupert Feb 2018 number thirteen "how I feel"

[pre-traditional traditions are probably going to be the way to go; 
American history which our culture worships is 
only small part of the history; 
pre-Columbian studies available 
in the woods everywhere] 

Loosen shit, with resistance for minds like machines, 
intuition thick with (by science) unexplained 
inputs; science is a trick, as man intervenes 
in matters not his, it's justified by big-brained 
self-referential platitudes, good follows bad, 
over the edge of earth flattened by stripped minds inclined 
to engineer demise - complicated and mad 
confused as intelligence; simple mud refined 
into brick walls built as most civilized facade 
of progress and benevolence - I steal back breaks 
in mundane days to sit there scribbling down my odd 
internal banter on notecards, until time shakes 
me back into work routines, staring at flat screens...
another year alive, wondering what it means.