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.

Friday, March 11

"KEEP IT ONE HUNNERT!" yelled the
diminutive redneck girl
too poor of hope for college

Thursday, March 10

full tank of gas won't get you
far enough away from your
self-destructive behavior

freestyle sonnet #032: ANOTHER MORNING SPENT RESPONSIBLY

Some mornings be like: how did I even get here,
walking in these amazon rockports (half-worn out),
stuck on the strong side of forty and full of fear
the years left are less than average, without doubt

about personal path - shit man, most of the time stumbling
with direction current energies pointed me,
but always felt like something bigger was rumbling
underneath; yet here I am, unable to see

how the mundane through fried daze equals something more
than wasted efforts, limited moments squandered
following civilized corrals while metaphor
of freedom only applied to wide world wandered

through digital distractions - inside beyond shine
of sun promising something more than this dark "mine".

Wednesday, March 9

artistic infrastructure
minimal at best, leaving
ART to affluent children
sold and did mad LSD;
don't really talk about it
though because now I’ve got kids

Tuesday, March 8

"focus through the fog" scream scribbles
I don't remember doing;
but there they are, speaking truth

Monday, March 7

hear the electricity
buzzing inside well-scarred walls,
smoke-staining the paint’s psyche
Dollar General parking
lot, where shit gets real as fuck
(and also people are broke)

Sunday, March 6

Christmas lights outta control
sneaking through open borders
working in slaughterhouses

Saturday, March 5

viking raven banner flag
flown because raven birth name
viking flag shoulder tattoos

TOP TEN LESSONS OF THE CROW'S FEET IN THE MARBLE FACE

#1: stVd13d th3 scr1ptVr3/0f cr0w'z f00t 4cr0ss 4nc13nt/st4tV3'z m4rbl3d f4c3
#2: 1t sp0k3 0f 3nd t1m3z/wh3r3 t1m3l1n3z d34d 3nd3d 4t/!(3xcl4m4t10n p01nt)
#3: f0r3v3r scr0ll 1s/4lw4yz VnsVst41n4bl3 -/th1s w1ll n3v3r ch4ng3
#4: 3v'rY 3p1c f41l/cr34t3z cVltVr4l c0mp0st/f0r r3g3n3s1s
#5: 4ll l1f3 b0rn fr0m 4sh -/f1r3 dVst sVbm3rg3d 1n w4t3r -/pr1m0rd14l mVck
#6: m4d m0nk3Y hVm4nz/fVck th3 w0rld bY 4tt3mpt1ng/t0 VnmVck th3 w0rld
#7: mVck 1s n4tVr4l/4s m01st w0mbz, 4s w4rm1ng f1r3,/4s blV3 skY d33p br34ths
#8: d1rtg0dz (n0n-g3nd3r3d)/st4Y mVck3d Vp, r3m41n 34rthY,/r3m41n d1rtg0dd3st
#9: r3d3v3l0pm3nt/f4ls3lY cl34ns3z th3 sVrf4c3 -/Vnd3rn34th st1ll mVck
#10: cr0w'z f00t scr1ptVr3z sp0k3/0f sk1p-st3pp1ng thr0Vgh fr3sh mVck/0v3r & Ov3r

TOP TEN ONE JUDGMENT CALL BY PROGRESSIVE WHITE PEOPLE WILL RUIN YOUR DAY


#1: from farm to table/from white father to white child/guilt-free privilege
#2: "we locally source..."/multiple dollar sign yelp/reviews - not for poors
#3: bussed in immigrants/pick produce with leisure class/polyfaced interns
#4: redevelop hoods/artisanal poverty/graffiti murals
#5: just as poor people/got scars, poor neighborhoods got/dilapidation
#6: kickstarter to fund/*empowering* street artists/cover-up tattoos
#7: don't mean to demean/dreaming but make sure your dream/is all-inclusive
#8: inequality/seen through instagram filters/is not really *real*
#9: just 'cause you don't feel/guilty don't mean you ain't; you've/monetized penance
#10: most folks can't afford/talk of *inequality*/busy being broke

TOP TEN FIBONACCI MANE MIXTAPES


#1: experimental/fibonacci sequence rhymes/with crow caws in woods
#2: one caw one caw two/caws three caws five caws eight caws/thirteen caws... so forth
#3: golden ratio/stacks of scrap quartz into zen/garden labyrinth
#4: walking this golden/ratio labyrinth: "caw/caw caw" thinks dirtgods
#5: then strange mockingbird/arrives with askew cocked head/wondering "the fuck?"
#6: I do not pretend/to understand mockingbirds/nor crows, nor myself
#7: experimental/Al Khwarizmi poesy/squaring oak tree roots
#8: calculated steps/through quartz rock labyrinth, bird/mocks humanity
#9: I do not pretend/to manufacture order/from chaos; I don't
#10: patterns in nature/display chaotic fractals/eye match this sequence
United States really just
extension cords strung between
Anglo bullshit and future

Friday, March 4

lucha mask made of millions
of miles of random cables
and wires wrapped around fat head

Thursday, March 3

election season - nothing
more revolutionary
than old wealthy white people

freestyle sonnet #031: WHAT SUPER PAC WOULD REALLY MEAN IN A PERFECT WORLD

Sadly, Super PACs are not reanimated
rapper Tupac Shakur strengthened by science, made
of titanium and lasers, heavyweighted,
standing half a mile tall, with military grade

tattooed skin, shooting rainbow missiles in all eight
directions, destroying soulless pretentious sprawl
of *exceptionalism* - American state
brought to heel by real life super predator; tall

outlaw shadow (ain't no half) stepping into New
York Harbor, and giving Statue of Liberty
tombstone piledriver into dust; red, white, and blue
window dressing for death culture and bigotry

and bias destroyed forever - all hail Planet Rock,
and it's one true messiah of fire - Super Pac.
cultured dilapidation,
celebrated holler daze,
“be lot cooler if you did”

Wednesday, March 2

TOP TEN SCRIBBLES OF RESISTANCE AGAINST FUTILE EXISTENCE











#1: haphazard scribble/scripts demarcate chaotic/edge of giving fuck
#2: my heart remains a/demilitarized zone of/love hope progress peace
#3: my mind however/been clouded by clouds of fogs/of digital spray
#4: deluded mind leaves/unguarded sensory ins/to human body
#5: mind should protect heart/not leave it susceptible/to poison attack
#6: conscious pollution/leads to mind dissolution/leads to poisoned heart
#7: how angry are you?/how frustrated? or alone?/or lost? like in fog?
#8: masterplans are grids/are networks we don't control/nor even notice
#9: haphazard scribbles/blast back from heart, working hard/to fight the poison
#10: pen is mightier/than metaphorical sword/but what about this fog? 
advanced mushroom progressive
technologies lurk beneath
the superficial gridlock

freestyle sonnet #030: ODE TO THE 2-HR LUNCH BREAK

Writing sonnets to occupy empty spaces
of day-to-day, which don't ever feel free, thus these
freestyle meditations fog out the rat races
going on around me. Life feels like a disease,

at least with regards to ways we *make a living* -
breathing feels paused, anxieties constant increase
manufactures clenched existence, unforgiving
posture bracing for impact against lack of peace

of mind. I used to self-medicate steadily,
and quit to break cycles, thus now hide behind word
scribbles like alcohol was used - I'll readily
admit I'm weak/wack/lost cause/lost effect/absurd

*man* trapped only in mind, but shit feels confining,
so fuck it, I'm out - see what blue sky's divining.

Tuesday, March 1

cultural appropriate
nation states big asses is
belonging to brown people

freestyle sonnet #029: SUPER TUESDAY I VOTED LOLSTICKERS

Corporate kleptocracy theater display
of primary nonsense this morning - my rural
precinct full of fierce pride and white and turning grey
and general dismay with melting pot mural

painted by sensational satellite stations
claiming to be news sources; limited choices
(like always) mostly slightly changed duplications
of the same, pretending to speak for those voices

lost behind the donor dollars, those who never
get through the lobby even, much less heard upstairs
at penthouse level where doors stay closed forever...
"never thought I'd have reason to write..." but our shares

of this fantasy *democracy* lack real worth;
another fetishized oval filled with jade mirth.
casting power energies
into ev'ry hardscrabbled
piece of peace of gibberish