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.
Showing posts with label railroad haiku spikes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label railroad haiku spikes. Show all posts

Monday, January 6

haiku spike drop - January 6, 2025

I began posting new haiku spikes on my Patreon, with the story behind them. It is a free post for all followers of the Patreon, so you don't have to be a paying subscriber to read it. You can scope that new post out here.
And as a reminder, scope out my Dirtgod Illegitimate Artz Emporium, where you can actually get the spikes. I also accept off-the-grid venmo/cashapp/cash for them as well (naturally).

Monday, December 2

dirtgod's illegitimate artz emporium (aka online shop)

Last week, I updated MY ONLINE SHOP to be more of everything I have. Mostly, I’m glad to be able to have all the available haiku spikes more easily organized for sale, with an option to order custom ones as well. Earlier this year, I had some friends request a pair of spikes to commemorate their marriage. It hadn’t been too long after going to a poetry slam in Charlottesville, and hearing Breeze the Poet talk about playing with contrapuntal poems, where two or more poems also combine to form a separate poem. So it made sense to me to try and write a pair of stand-alone haiku that also combined into an intentional poem. I really love and appreciate this couple, as they have a number of interesting projects going on, including visiting old cemeteries for “vernacular graves”, and they grow a lot of food where they live, with a consciousness towards climate change (because the mountains around them were literally on fire not too long ago).
Sometimes though, the Universe just lines up for you. Two haiku came to mind pretty quickly that also interlocked as a larger poem, and honestly I had it all written the day after their request. I know being able to do stuff like that takes practice and me putting in the work at trying to be attuned towards it happening. But it’s also really hard to take credit on an egotistic level when something like that happens, because it feels beyond me. It’s as much (or more) the Universe in action as it is me consciously doing anything. Here’s the first haiku spike:
walking together
finding inspiration and
strength in a path shared

And then the second one:
in difficult world
cultivating hope to grow
futures intertwined

I thought a lot about them growing food, and writing “futures intertwined” also called to mind the three sisters method of growing. The two haiku spikes go together as such:
walking together
in difficult world
finding inspiration and
cultivating hope to grow
strength in a path shared
futures intertwined

I think this is a great example of how magic haiku spikes can be, especially for custom requests about specific subjects. The past year, I’ve been working to lean more into them as intentional magical objects. So if you’re financially able and interested, go get some magical art at the new shop.
I also launched a new thing, which is an extension of what I’ve been doing here already, where folks can order postcards with tanka poems on them. I have stacks of vintage postcards with various themes (and seriously a box of thousands more to sort through to create more options). I figure with the changes we’re shifting into in America, it’s going to be a taxing ass time, and the digital doomscroll is gonna feel bleaker than it already does. So getting actual physical mail will hopefully be a welcome thing.
Copies of most all my books are on there for you to get directly from me. I’m hoping to get versions of the two most recent books up on IngramSpark soon, so they can be distributed at book stores as well, even if the quality of IngramSpark seems to be less than Kindle Publishing. I’ll still use Kindle Publishing for my copies I sell at events, which means I’m still dealing with Amazon, and they’re available there. I have friends who run independent book stores, so I’m completely understanding about boycotting Amazon. But even if they bought up the old Create Space, the remnants of that is still the best for having physical copies of self-published books. Once I get the books on IngramSpark, I can at least feel better about pushing folks to buy the books at book stores.
To be honest, everyone shilling “small business Saturday” or black Friday stuff this year feels more desperate than ever. I think things are harder than most folks realize out here right now, and I also fear they’re going to get very worse before they get any better. I had wanted to be set up at some markets to try and make some income, but I didn’t know where to apply, and I’m not really connected with folks who pulled me into their little loops. That’s fine though. I’m probably better off outside of those realms anyways, as my shit is kinda fucked up and not real trinkety or matches well with vintage mentality. Nonetheless, I’ve got a shop up and running now, so share the link if you feel it, or poke around. And as I always say at markets, if the price of anything feels like a burden, reach out to me. I’m usually willing to work with folks who genuinely love and want my art, because I don’t think wealth should be required to beautify your life with magic.

Saturday, June 22

SONG OF THE DAY: Bills Be Gawn (kudzu'd)


Yesterday was payday, and more so than most paydays, I had more bills than paycheck. (Most of us know this feeling. It’s more common than not.) Today, my bills do not be gone, but my paycheck is. I don’t think people randomly end up on internet sites anymore, mostly just scrolling social media for a simplified corn feed of actual information, but in the off chance anyone is, and you have discretionary income, consider buying a railroad haiku spike at my online shop my online shop. Or a book. Prices are always cheaper direct to me with cashapp or venmo too.

Monday, April 22

Haiku Spike Sale


It has come to the point that I either need to sell more art or get a second W2 job. So I've cut the price of haiku spikes (for now) to $50 each, including for custom ones. How a custom one works is generally you tell me what you're looking for, and often times I carve more than one and let you pick. Sometimes I carve more than one but one in particular feels most like it needs to go to you.
I'm offering the same sale price of $50 apiece, or 3 for $125, on all the ones I currently have as well. At one point, I was getting $125 apiece of these, but they are a hard to explain piece of three-dimensional art, and the market for weird art shit seems to have shrunk pretty badly. I don't doubt the value of these magical art objects, and know they have great metaphysical value, and will likely have a much higher material value one day, likely after I'm dead. But I'm trying to survive capitalism while I'm still alive, unfortunately. Here is the dedicated Instagram page, as well as my website page for them.


I've been making these things for many years, having written thousands and thousands of haiku as a regular meditative practice to unwind the tangles in my life. I started carving them on found railroad spikes over a decade ago, and have improved on the process over the years. Some of them are painted, some are left natural railroad spike color, all our clear coated to help preserve the finish. But they are industrial detritus, so rust and decomposition happens. Nothing is eternal.


Railroad spikes have been used in Southern magic practices for a long time, usually as a protective device for the home. I have made a number of these with intentional messages that I've driven into the ground in various places where those haiku messages are important, with the point of the railroad spike pointing in the direction I'd hope the energy of the words would flow.


Thus, you can make a request for a custom spike with this in mind. My father used to talk about "The Power" that ran through our family, which I've come to know better and better the older I get. My art has always unconsciously accessed this realm, but as I've gotten older, I've practiced consciously doing this work when necessary. So this haiku spike could be far more than a piece of art, depending on what you're requesting.


I honestly have no idea how many haiku spikes I've made. I know it's well over a couple hundred, and probably nowhere near a thousand. But I don't know for certain. I don't believe in archiving the art that comes from me. Dandelions don't count their blossoms; they just keep blossoming for as long as possible.
It's also hard to explain the haiku spikes, because they're three-dimensional art meant to be held and read all the way around, and we've mostly been trained to look for flat art to hang on walls, because we've boxed ourselves in with how we live, so that seems most obvious. These aren't flat, but brings energetic life to your space in a far different way than flat art would.


You can go to my website's haiku spike page, and most of those should be available. You can message me (ravenmack at gmail dotcom) if you are interested in one, or more.

Thursday, April 18

SONG OF THE DAY: Fences


I have a pretty good ability to sense metaphysical fences. It’s both a blessing and a curse. The worst side of it is how easy to see throughout my life where I’m not welcome even though nobody outright says it. That shit weighs heavy on you, because outwardly identifying open-minded types that have hearts full of hate will be hating on you, and those metaphysical fences are up big time, but they’re not physical so they’ll deny them even if you try to point it out. So you gotta just abide what you know to be true, and accept they’ve kept plausible deniability in the physical realm. America’s full of that shit, metaphysical fences behind neighborhoods where you’re just walking along, saying what’s up to random people you pass by, when all of a sudden you realize you’re about a block and a half into territory some sort of security force is gonna show up and ask you what you’re up to. Fuck it. I cut holes through metaphysical fences with haiku spikes regularly. Just drive them in the ground right at a weakened edge, deep enough into the ground the grass covers the head and nobody realizes it’s there, and a hole gets ripped in the invisible walls, and next thing you know the neighborhood is ruined. It’s like reverse gentrification. I practice it a lot actually.
By the way, this is a Blue Globe Beats song my boy Boogie Brown put together off an EP full of songs where he had computer voice read blurbs from this very blog. So this song’s words are already on here somewhere or another. If there’s a track Brown hasn’t put up on Youtube that I’m supposed to write about, I usually whip up a video just like I do with the kudzu’d 45s. For this one, I found video of hedge laying back in the day, which is the old school method of cutting hawthorn to build natural walls. Video lines up pretty amazingly a few times. I consider this art, even if it’s just me throwing a bunch of various shit together. It’s a digital mosaic, and only like 19 people will ever see it. Thank you for being one of them.

Friday, March 29

Tuesday, January 31

Friday, September 27

SC4TT3R3D RVST1NG C4NV4S3S...

scattered rusting canvases,
meandering between yards,
spreading real names in wild styles

Wednesday, May 29

TEMPORARY RAILROAD HAIKU SPIKE SALE


HEY! Guess what? I made a new batch of ten haiku spikes this week, BUT MY DIRTGOD ARTZ SHOPPE IS OVERFILLED WITH SPIKES ALREADY!!! WE HAVE TO MAKE ROOM FOR THE NEW MODELS BY SELLING OFF THE OLD ONES!!! What does that mean to you? INCREDIBLE BARGAINS ON RAILROAD HAIKU SPIKES!
Hahaha, no seriously, I've got a bunch of them laying around that don't sell and they're pissing me off, so I wanted to offer them on a cheap basis temporarily. But then I didn't want to just post it on social media because ultimately I want people who actually still visit my site to see it, but not all the lazy ass people clicking like buttons from afar on social media autolinks. SO WHAT THAT MEANS IS IF YOU GO TO MY DIRTGOD ARTS SHOPPE HAIKU SPIKES PAGE (HERE), anything there is available for $69 right now (US only). Ideally, I dream of being a successful artist getting $150 per spike for these ridiculous and unique creations, but guess what? The world ain't ideal. Capitalism is killing us all (literally in many cases), and America is declining slowly but rapidly at the same time. Shit, I'd be surprised if most of y'all who actually read this site in the actual site and not through the social media channels we've been re-trained to view the internet through probably ain't even got $69. WHERE ALL THE RICH PPL AT? WHERE'S ALL THE WEALTH-ADJACENT OLD ASS WHITE WOMEN WHO LOVE POETRY AND CUDDLY YET HALF-ALPHA RURAL BEARDED WEIRDO MEN?
Hit me up via message through various social media portals unto small corridors of hell, or by email at ravenmack at gmail.com to tell me which one you buying. Buy them all. If you do I'm gonna get a tattoo of a giant pack of crows on a dead tree. Haha, not really, I'm probably gonna pay off more medical debt. USA! USA! USA!

Monday, February 4

Wednesday, January 9

Sunday, June 17

Sunday, March 4

Wednesday, July 5

Friday, June 2

R41NB0W P4L3TT3 0F R41LR04D...

rainbow palette of railroad
spikes succulently wet like
strange arts penthouse centerfold

Tuesday, April 4

Saturday, March 25

"unseen wires buzzing" haiku
railroad spike stabbing with truth
I spend most daze, ignoring

Friday, March 24

Penthouse centerfold filter
accidentally applied
by malfunctioned camera

Sunday, March 19

industrial detritus
slowly layered with pastel
top coats as I feel inspired