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, November 12

Kyusho Basho 2019 Honour Tanka Day Two: TSURUGISHO (2-0)


Tsurugisho 
and Shohozan have epic 
slap happy battle 

Tsurugisho absorbs 
concussion-like punishment 

and yet somehow he's 
able to grab Shohozan
and flip his ass out 

afterwards, for long moment, 
Tsurugisho stands still 

able to withstand 
in the moment, but after 
brain's like "what the fuck?" 

life briefly turns black and white - 
fighting through concussive fog 

sumo protocol 
is you continue until 
you are unable 

masculine traditions which 
are toxic yet intriguing 

wish my own toxic 
masculinity involved 
wearing dope silk robes 

instead, I sit, self-conscious 
in these lavender silk draws 

life slapped me around; 
and still I stand, stubbornly 
existing, goat mind 

noble Tsurugisho's 
fight through slap fog inspires me 

life is often like 
running headfirst into walls 
keeping you confined 

metaphysical slaps from 
all directions… frustrating 

fuck it though - refuse 
to quit; exist simply to 
piss off your masters 

goat minded people shall walk 
beyond End Times (like always) 

Monday, November 11

Kyusho Basho 2019 Honour Tanka Day One: ENDO (1-0)


writing overly 
simplistic tanka about 
sumo, yet again 

what makes poetry real? is 
it academic respect? 

what makes culture real? 
man, ain't none of this shit real; 
all just relative 

sumo's existed longer 
than either you or I have 

why have I forgot 
to do this ridiculous 
shit past few basho? 

I love sumo's spectacle, 
and girthy dudes flexing skills 

the era of four 
yokozuna is long gone; 
only two left 

each day in this project, I 
highlight one dude as special 

each dude highlighted 
only once per basho, like 
a fucked up honour 

hence title "honour tanka", 
though I'm often times fusen 

haven't completed 
an entire basho's worth of 
these in year and half 

NONETHELESS, HERE I AM - 'BOUT 
TO WRITE SUMO POETRY 

day one, how many 
times I've made the "Endo? smell 
more like outdo'" joke 

Endo's now komusubi - 
climbing sumo's pyramid 

his first opponent, 
Goiedo, is eternal 
ozeki it seems 

Goiedo always does well, 
yet never yokozuna 

Endo fends off his 
defeat, balances at edge 
(like all true wild folk) 

perseverance pays off 
as Goeido's knee gives out 

his ankle also 
twists awkwardly; Goeido 
appears somewhat fucked 

nonetheless, in battle, to 
be fucked means someone else wins 

Endo, whose sumo 
name reminds me of Friday 
movie quotable 

winner of day one's top match, 
and thus now remembered here 

internet content 
or subversive poetry? 
perhaps maybe both? 

I don't know man, I just do 
ridiculous shit, online 

Monday, November 4

TH3 M1L1T4R1Z4T10N...

the militarization
of American culture
ain't new; only the guns changed

SONG OF THE DAY: Nothing Compares 2 U



I never really cared for listening to Sinead O’Connor, it just never spoke to me. I remember when she ripped up the Pope picture on TV and everybody had faux outrage, which seemed weird to me because the pope meant nothing to my godless rural American ass, but thankfully the whole world is nihilistic and jaded now, so something like that wouldn’t register a blip. By now we know all our institutions have failed us generally, and everything is doomed in the institutional sense, but fuck it, we can still carve out marginal autonomy somehow, I guess. Anyways, hearing Prince do this song himself really drove home how thankful I am I didn’t fuck around with Sinead O’Connor, because wasn’t this like her only good song? If that’s not true, tell me in the comments, and I’ll get in rectifying my opinion, BECAUSE NONE OF ON THE INTERNET ARE ANYTHING EXCEPT ARCHIVAL CURATORS OF ALL OF POP CULTURE. IT IS THE POINT OF OUR EXISTENCE, TO BURDEN OURSELVES WITH OPINIONS ON ALL THIS MEANINGLESS GARBAGE CONSUMERIST FAUX ART. So help me waste my life, further, because I’m not dead yet. At least not physically.

W33K3ND W4ND3RS 4L0NG TH3...

weekend wanders along the
James River, tapping railroad
ties with my thrift store Nikes

Saturday, November 2