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.
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Thursday, August 27

SONG OF THE DAY: This Is Not Possible



I’ve only ever been able to get into like five Sun Kil Moon songs, because that meandering story-telling lyrical style – while my favorite type of prose to read – doesn’t always translate into good audio. You hear it a couple times, and there’s not much going back to it you really feel like doing. But for some reason, this particular track held my attention enough I keep going back to it from time to time. Sad to hear that whoever the famous dude who is Sun Kil Moon is got caught up in some of the Me Too call-outs, I guess being another fucking creep among a million. If he ever comes out of hiding or denial to issue an apology, I guess it’s gonna be a 13-minute song with long-winded explanations to justify poor behavior as somehow being a victim himself, at some point. As men, we’re taught to never be sorry, but not really taught how to not do horribly selfish shit that we should probably end up being sorry for. Learning to apologize is a good first step towards learning to not be a horrible person. It’s a gateway act towards not being a shithead. Too many of us take great pride in being absolute shitheads though.

Thursday, June 25

SONG OF THE DAY: Bad Girl, Pt. 1



On a wandering car trip the other day, I briefly considered switching to they/them pronouns, in defiance of dumbass dudes who use “pussy” as a pejorative. But then I decided that was a lot of work to practice for myself, when I could just be antagonistic to dumbass dudes in other ways. But the idea of trying to fight guys who say “pussy” about other dudes by emphatically forcing them to use they/them with me is still intriguing. I’ve got a lot of anger, and nowhere to misdirect it.
I’m also not sure why gender is such a disturbing thing for dudes who consider themselves alpha or traditional or whatever the fuck excuse they’re using for their prejudice is now. It’s really not hard to accept trans men and trans women and gender binary or anything really. Like none of it is actually a threat to you, and if you can just get along with people and make them happier and make your life less unnecessarily dramatic, how is that ever a bad thing? People love to be mad about shit all the time. Self-described macho dudes out here melting down like a snowflake about every damn thing, left and right, hiding their tears behind mirrored sunglasses reflecting a world that doesn’t exist anymore.

Saturday, July 6

Tuesday, April 17

Monday, August 14

TH3 D4N4 WH1T3S 0F TH3 W0RLD...

the Dana Whites of the world 
tend to forget simple fact 
“a woman gave birth to you” 

Sunday, May 22

TOP TEN MALL HIP HOP STREAMLOADS OF THE FISCAL YEAR


#1: reviews from the 6:/ppl discussing wack shit/as if it wasn't
#2: I don't need to step/into dogshit to know it's soft/disgusting useless
#3: the life of pablo/empowerment plan seems to/me pyramid scam
#4: shiny suit syndrome/now full-blown Reality/Deficient hip hop
#5: the future pretends/to lean, all for marketing/& marks eat it up
#6: simon mall muzak/hip hop synthesizing minds/into softened place
#7: reality dark/as fuck still, it's just we all/so medicated
#8: medicated by/muzak, medicated by/algorithmic sleep
#9: lemonade is nice/but I'd rather be mixing/molotov cocktails
#10: mall muzak hip hop/soothes, suggests "don't burn shit down"/subliminally

Thursday, January 21

frybread sonnet #017: SNOWSTORM

Sitting inside, chilling during blizzard, sipping
my elderberry syzurp, French press got cayenne
cardomom pod caffeine bean dirtgod blend dripping
into belly, woodstove full of blaze orange earth zen.

I got that innate genetic disposition
of dysfunctional Viking mixed breed buttermilk
beard southern personality; my condition
is piecemeal but still "peace" often - I know my ilk

is often doomed - not born to be silkgod. I'm straight
dirtgod from dirt road with dirty mind open wide;
in world designed by danawhites, I navigate
thinking "keep it between the ditches", but outside

all roads blanketed by two feet white purity;
so I sit contemplating my obscurity.