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.

Sunday, September 9

SONG OF THE DAY: Blessed (Chopped Not Slopped)


Grey Sunday blessed with crisp chill air, blessed with sleeping in ‘til ten, blessed with wide open doors and windows, blessed with lack of work for a few hours, blessed with heart feeling good, blessed with so fuckin’ much even though it feels like work work work trifle trifle trifle. These moments to catch your breath, then breathe deep, and recharge the heart while the tide is low, to get yourself right before the tide inevitably rises again and you’re ripped back into fighting sideways to get back onto shore, lungs getting short and putting fist grip around heart muscle, and ahhh that anxiety... not today, not right now. It will come again, as sure as the moon, despite all our advances as humans we can’t out-manufacture the natural ebb-and-flow of up-and-down and what comes around goes around. Blessed right now with peace, slowed down life for the afternoon, so fuck it. Put that on my tombstone – fuck it.

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