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.

Wednesday, September 30

Postcard Haiku Blowout!!!

[click the pic or HERE for shop link]

I have slashed prices on the postcard poems by mail I offer on my site, and changed the wording to haiku, until the end of the year.

There are 5 postcard styles available:

  • vintage motel postcards
  • vintage Native American themed postcards
  • vintage railroading postcards
  • Greetings from Greater Appalachia postcards
  • Welcome to Southern Gothicc Futurism postcards

There are also 3 amounts you can get:

  • single haiku postcard (for $5)
  • 5 haiku postcards (for $23)
  • 10 haiku postcards (for $40)

The multi-packs, you can send to one address over time, multiple addresses, or whatever. If sending to someone else, I'll also give you the option of receiving an email picture of what I send before I send it.
I am doing this for a number of reasons. Here are those reasons:
#1: MOST FOLKS MAY NOT REALIZE I DO THIS – because I am a horrible marketer by nature. I attempt half-heartedly at times to point people to my online shop, but both those words “online” and “shop” are two things I do not necessarily have an abundance of love for. So it is like getting psychically double dropkicked by a reality I’d prefer to ignore.
#2: PHYSICAL MAIL IS SOOOO REFRESHING – Look, we are deep into the digital age, to where we no longer get fun mail for the most part. But now we don’t even get fun electronic mail. Our joy has been minimized little by little, as efficiently as possible, without any obvious moments where we had the chance to say, “No, please don’t make it this way.” So this is a small chance to get (or give) physical mail, with no purpose other than to hopefully create a little joy in life.
#3: SURVIVING CAPITALISM – I could use extra money from a part-time job, so I read the advice to dress for the job you’d like. As I sat on the back porch naked, I realized I could write haiku on postcards pretty easily in that chair.
#4: SPREADING WORD ART – We all need more art in our lives. As they try to turn everything into a business investment, it is very important we counter that thinking with things that serve no business interest whatsoever. None of the greatest things about life are business investments. Business has nothing to do with the things we love most, usually (if we are healthy-minded human beings). So hopefully I make a cheap option for you to send something to your friends who you love. (I will include a “compliments of [your name]” on the postcard as well, if you choose.)
#5: PRACTICING RELEASE OF OWNERSHIP – I am pretty good about letting writing go. But I also try at times to share a lot of it. I’m going to practice these as a one and done, not copied down by me anywhere, send out to the world freely version of writing haiku. Surviving capitalism, and hopes of future business successes, tends to cause even us creative type people to archive or track everything we do. This is not a healthy practice on our part (though I fully recognize the economic need it is built upon). So I hope to scribble out haiku, and mail them out, and never think about them again.

I will also half-heartedly make social media posts about this. But please feel free to forward this post, or the shop link to postcard poems, or help let all the weird literary freaks that still exist out there in this world in great abundance, that this exists.

GL0R1F13D J0BB3R W0RK1NG...


glorified jobber working 
class born to loser, but I 
bring a bright stubborn assed shine 

Tuesday, September 29

Sunday, September 27

Saturday, September 26

SP4C3S 4B4ND0N3D BY M4N...


spaces abandoned by man 
quickly reclaimed by the wild 
(which is far more orderly) 

Friday, September 25

Thursday, September 24

Wednesday, September 23

TH3 G4M3 H4S 4LW4YS B33N R1GG3D...


the game has always been rigged, 
since humans first began trading 
one thing for three shiny coins 

Tuesday, September 22

SONG OF THE DAY: Hey Leroy, Your Mama's Callin' You (kudzu'd)


By Wikipedia’s last count, Jimmy Castor has 10 grandchildren by his two sons and two daughters. I hope to all that is good and tricksterly in the Universe that one of his grandchildren is named Leroy. As far as I can tell, there are no bronze statues of Jimmy Castor on this Earth, and that seems fucked up to me. All these localized Burning Man edgy hippie dudes taking naked pictures of naive women all over the country, and running their little arts communities from executive director positions with boards made up of casual co-signers to all sorts of clueless behavior, funding stupid fuckin’ public scupltures all over the place. And nary a single statue for Jimmy Castor.

B0RN T0 W4ND3R 41ML3SSLY...


born to wander aimlessly, 
and wonder why we ended 
up settling the way we did 

Monday, September 21

P4TR10T1SM M1SS3D M3...


patriotism missed me 
because all its best myths lacked 
people who lived like I do 

Sunday, September 20

Saturday, September 19

SL1D1NG THR0VGH L1F3 KN0W1NG 1...


sliding through life knowing I 
was born to lose, so I can’t be 
tricked otherwise easily 

Friday, September 18

Thursday, September 17

SONG OF THE DAY: Love is the Way (kudzu'd)


I’d like to imagine one day I could get to a place in life where me and my partner was on vacation in matching tracksuits, preferably Sergio Tacchini, maybe velour but maybe crinkle nylon. They don’t ever really seem to drop purple velour in the shades I’d prefer… too earth toned and not space brained enough. But that’s a serious ass relationship goal there, matching tracksuits, riding the train through like Turkey or Texas or some shit, sitting in the café car casually just enjoying some train coffee and talking with each other, drawing folks in to our bullshit.
I made matching shirts one time, silver iron-on letters, one that said SUPER FREAK and the other said SUPER FREAKY, because it played on that phrase in suggestive ways. I let my girl pick first, to see which way she wanted to go in rocking those. She chose SUPER FREAK, true Leo power bottom style, so I got the SUPER FREAKY. We only wore them out once, to the fuckin’ Barbie movie, which is like the only new release movie I’ve seen since one of the Planet of the Apes reboots, maybe the 2011 one. In other words, I don’t be going to the movie theater all that much.
But my girl don’t even wear that shirt no more. She put it on a mannequin in a rustic studio cabin on her compound, which to be fair, is a big sign of respect. But she don’t ever wear it, and squirrels fuck around in that cabin more than humans do. I pulled my SUPER FREAKY out last night, but it just made me sad. Not because my girlfriend doesn’t wear the matching one, but because they don’t make silver velour that sparkles iridescently that could be made into a really nice tracksuit. All this artificial intelligence bullshit, and pompous cyber-Yakub dipshits with too much money to be scheming, and I still gotta buy tracksuits from 30 years ago off Ebay because the technology and color schemes have gone backwards. Having a society almost entirely run by boring ass wealthy white dudes is a mistake in the all obvious ways, but there’s a vast multitude of overlooked reasons this has failed us all.
I try not to get angry about it in a reactionary way, though. Gotta let my heart lead the way, not my disgruntled brain. It’s hard some days though. But that’s why I put glittery silver and gold iron-on letters onto t-shirts. You can’t wear SUPER FREAKY in sparkle letters and not feel a little bit lighter about the dystopia. Try it. You don’t have to put SUPER FREAKY, but just get you a big box of iron-on letters, and buy up all the half-priced quality cotton t-shirts you can at the Goodwill on the Sunday markdown, and do it up. You’ll feel better. Trust me.

P4R4D1S3 CVLT1V4T3D...


paradise cultivated 
by a feral resistance 
to unnatural order 

Wednesday, September 16

SONG OF THE DAY: Girls, I Got 'Em Locked (kudzu'd)


I’m looking for someone who can airbrush overalls. If you are skilled at airbrushing and already have the equipment, get in touch with me, because I need about 8 pairs of airbrushed overalls. It’ll be a collaborative process, for the right person. No Earth signs (Zodiac) please. I don’t collaborate well with Earth signs.

D1R3CT10N W3'R3 SVPP0S3D T0...


direction we’re supposed to 
go ain’t always obvious 
when lost in our own darkness 

Tuesday, September 15

Sunday, September 13

Saturday, September 12

R3FL3CT10NS 0N WH4T 1 0NC3...


reflections on what I once 
was remind me of how far 
from true self I used to be 

Friday, September 11