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, March 23

farm-to-table promises
made from comfort positions
where promise is afforded

Tuesday, March 22

survival is difficult
when genetic odds and ends
add up to nothing muches

Monday, March 21

nation-state eyeballs hover
from angelic angles; claims
of common good are applied
triple seven syllable
god divine lines, mind designed
to trust heart intuition

Sunday, March 20

depleted uranium
wasteland mosque: we still pray east,
contemplating toxic peace

Saturday, March 19

rainbow coalitions
hard to build in digital
age - cointelpro inside
beneath white people's pretend
god's blue sky reflecting vast
oceans, parking lot camping

Friday, March 18

western civilization
classifies itself "classic" -
deny, deface, and destroy

Thursday, March 17

FBI informant stands
in back yard, wearing longhair
as camouflage costume
winter came but winter's gone,
poison eyes see break of dawn,
there is no right nor no wrong

Wednesday, March 16

freestyle sonnet #035: STOKED TO DO IMPOSSIBLE WORK

I am stoked to do impossible work - those things
which seem daunting, too overgrown with emotion
(not to mention difficulties such action brings).
I'm stoked to gather together with devotion

to collectively attend to matters far more
important than dollars or acknowledgements made
to intellectual ownership. I am for
"I" becoming absorbed by "we", forgetting paid

instead of getting paid, until we're all covered -
meaning shelter both psychic and physical, 'til
safety nets catch all. All new "free" worlds discovered
are really just same shared native space, so when will

"I" become "we", and when will "we" all become stoked
to accomplish impossible work unprovoked?

- with much love to & for Dr. Liz Canfield
dead as fvkk, probably born
dead in this deeply-fvkked world,
trying to exploit me-self

freestyle sonnet #034: ODE TO TOMEWOLF LIFE

Tomewolf Life - never no source too ancient, too out
there, too far flung from societal norms, too lost
in translation, too cryptic, too twisted, to sprout
fresh chaos blossoms of language like life exhaust.

Tomewolf Life - exploring externally unknown
libraries of internal psychic pondering,
piecing together meaning despite culture's groan
demeaning an In Real Life purpose wandering.

Tomewolf Life - scribbled scriptures stapled across all
available surfaces, whether real or not,
as unreal imagined realms often times will scrawl
prophesy better than what accepted thought's got.

Tomewolf life - roaming through printed intelligence
questioning each at-peace for further evidence.

freestyle sonnet #033: DERAILMENT ON-PURPOSE

Raven Mack dirtgod is real metaphor, mostly known
not to civilized power structure, existing
purely as junkyard outsider, overgrown
concrete plastic webbed world seems to be resisting

feral freestyle poesy, but I keep with these
tomewolf digital ripples within collective
blip-bloop mechanisms, only aiming to please
own impulses (perhaps genetic defective)

related to wild language mangling - not so much
"manhandling" as "crow rambling" - cawwing whatever
the fuck comes to mind (or heart?) without letting touch
cognizant awareness; fuck thinking forever,

unless thinking deeper than educated brain
(which mostly just follows installed tracks as in "train").

Tuesday, March 15

building my stability
one sober day at a time
(on top shaky foundation)
gentrification's first line
friendly, accommodating,
funded by developers

Monday, March 14

famous abandoned hotel
downtown charlottesville - landmark
to pissing off white people

Sunday, March 13

domesticated chicken
penned for owned protection since
big dummy red foxes lurk

TOP TEN STRANGER IN STRANGE LAND NOTATIONS


#1: stranger in strange land/wandering same path daily/daydreams need refresh
#2: decades cobra clutched/hope-dreams into submission/off-white flag waving
#3: deplete energy/energetic depletion/complete entropy
#4: only exist to/follow uncertain path through/no real fucking clue
#5: "the sky's the limit!"/from environment given/psychic cinderblocks
#6: full of anger hate/but surrounded by fences/each barb demands "more!"
#7: not enough me left/to even recharge myself/running off of fumes
#8: empty is okay/but empty with demands for/more's hard to handle
#9: life is uneasy/stifling frustrations to seem/going with the flow
#10: stranger in strange land/of internal wanders while/external demands

TOP TEN BLURBS ON BACK OF REALITY'S DUST JACKET

#1: RAVEN MACK'S WRiTiNG/SOFTSCRABBLE COVERED KNUCKLED/KOOL-AiD
SOAKED THRiLLER
#2: RAVEN MACK'S WRiTiNG/CONFUSiNG EXPLORATiON/OF UNSHARED SPACES
#3: RAVEN MACK'S WRiTiNG/FRACTURED FRAGMENTED FOOLiSHNESS/NONSENSE GiBBERiSH
#4: RAVEN MACK'S RAMBLiNG/MUCH LiKE HALF-WiTTED FREiGHT TRAiN/LACKiNG PROPER TRACKS
#5: RAVEN MACK'S RAMBLiNG/RUMBLiNG NOTHiNG TO NOWHERE/STUMBLiNG THROUGH TiMELiNE
#6: RAVEN MACK'S 'SPLAiNiNG/PSEUDO-ANARCHiST PABLUM/PATRiARCHAL "POMES"
#7: RAVEN MACK'S 'SPLAiNiNG/"WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS..." DRUNKEN/BACKWARDS DEDUCTiONS
#8: RAVEN MACK'S SCRiBBLiNG/DRiBBLES OF FRUSTRATED DREAMS/DYiNG ON HEART ViNE
#9: RAVEN MACK'S SCRiBBLiNG/"FUCK iT" EXHiBiTiONS OF/SiMPLiSTiC HALF-WiT
#10: RAVEN MACK'S SCRiBBLiNG/RiDiCULOUS EXCURSiONS/iNTO SELF-BLAH-BLAHS

TOP TEN EMAILS IN MAXED OUT DOT GOV INBOX

#1: a smirking woman/holding a banana peel -/metaphor as fuck
#2: goatee'd bureaucrat's/greeting: "y'all stayin' busy?"/as we waste our lives
#3: fake tit old lady/with sad eyes like pound puppy/just opposite end
#4: these hallways have been/hospital, classroom, coffin,/administrative
#5: sanitized of hope/resignation stains the walls/like tobacco smoke
#6: smiling at 'em all/thru wild beard heavily greyed/by what-could've-beens
#7: we work for the state/suspended animation/unchallenged, undead
#8: 4:30 exit/"have a good one" to random/face passed thousand times
#9: we go home, eat, sleep,/repeat these sad processes/tomorrow again
#10: "this is not life" I/think, logging into desktop/little after 8
studying lucha libre
VHS tapes for hidden
meanings/secret messages

Saturday, March 12

the elvenfolk's most revered
prophet wrote her literal
metaphysics into pulp