Raven Mack is creating epic oratories & digital shards & IRL mosaic
12

patrons

$169
per month
There’s no real way to pigeonhole (what the fuck is a “pigeon hole” anyways?) what it is I do as a creative person. I have called myself and been referred to by others as a writer, an artist, a rapper, philosopher, poet, and all of that sort of morphed together in the current online bio I use where I say I am a mystic poet-philosopher. But all current online bios are complete bullshit for the most part. What I am is something real, and always changing, and not really that easy to find a pigeon hole and stuff it in there.
Historically, I have been a non-traditional publisher, putting out my own zines, books, throwing things up inside the internet in my long-running website (www.rojonekku.com, or www.ravenmack.com) in a constant and varied frenzy of self-expression. I simultaneously love the immediate freedom of the digital realm (and have been stabbing it with my writings since the early days of an internet) but also hate how unreal that digital realm feels sometimes. My inclination is to say “fake” but that’s not really the proper term, so unreal works better.
What I do through Rojonekku Word Fighting Arts is my work, meaning it is what I love to do. It is constantly evolving, and I’ve never really been able to fully embrace my work because there’s always this notion of somehow a meritocracy exists and you are supposed to be rewarded for your work if it is good, so long as it fits the accepted pigeonholes of artistic tradition. The strange thing about that is there is a longer tradition of artistic self-expression in whatever the fuck form that explodes out people’s heart as than there is a tradition of getting paid for it. Even this constant notion I’ve had that, if I am a writer I have to write a novel is kinda ridiculous, because novels are fairly young form of writing in the grand scheme of things. But they fit the free market fetish system pretty well.
Anyways, fuck it all. I hate this fake ass meritocracy and fake ass system of having to seek validation for your artistic work by being accepted by traditional systems, even if those traditions brand themselves as progressive and non-traditional. Fuck it all.
For the past few years, I’ve been going to a place called Dirtrock. I’ve known it all my life, actually grew up not far from it, but most of my youth was about survival, then escape once I hit 18, but in reconciling who I am as a complete person, I’ve had to go back there. So I’ve been going to Dirtrock a lot. It’s a fucked up place, but it’s also beautiful. I am ill at ease saying this next part, but I am going to attempt to document Dirtrock.
Street/back road cultural anthropology (or trash culture anthropology) is not easy, because the academic/scientific side of things has this lie it tells itself that it has to be removed and observe with entirely unbiased objective mentality. This feels impossible to me, but I also tend to think with my heart a lot more than my brain, definitely more so lately as I reconcile the entirety of who I am. But that’s what I’m going to do, I guess, is document Dirtrock.

If you choose to support whatever it is I am doing, thank you. If you have supported in the past, thank you. It is all very much appreciated. I know I’m a chaotic mess of creative explosions, but that’s a direct result of the totality of who I am – the complete Raven Mack, working to be holistic as fuck without any fucks given for those that would use any devil metrics to deny me validation as a human being manifesting the southern gothic futurism that is in my heart, and that my eyes have seen, deeply. So if you step into this thing to see what it’s about, Welcome to Dirtrock.
Rewards
Dirtrock Gibberish Out-of-Towner
$1 or more per month 2 patrons
Access to Dirtrock, in its expanding entirety, as it expands, which will never be entire, bc universe don't work that way. But this'll be specific shit for Dirtrock, like FB group, a drive or webpage, and whatever else digital with doors.
Dirtrock Gibberish Kinfolk
$10 or more per month 3 patrons
At $10 per month level, you become known in Dirtrock. All the accesses above, but also you'll get postcards with tanka from Dirtrock at least once a year, but probably more. Plus a once a year nonsense package on your supporting anniversary.
Dirtrock Gibberish Kinfolk Cookout Horseshoe Partner
$30 or more per month 3 patrons
Same as above, but also you get free electronic copies of whatever ebooks I put out. Also, as I make batches of railroad haiku spikes, I'll give some of those away (because art wants to go places, not sit in a drawer or be hidden). That'll be done randomly (official scientific randomization, not just "I pick you!") to all my Horseshoe Partners. Plus a once a year "holla at your boy dirtgod" phone conversation, because I enjoy talking with people more than talking at them.
Goals
$169 of $300 per month
Weekly video updates from Dirtrock, well about Dirtrock, because I don't want to actually show people where Dirtrock is because then they'll all start trying to go there and screw it up for the people who already there.
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There’s no real way to pigeonhole (what the fuck is a “pigeon hole” anyways?) what it is I do as a creative person. I have called myself and been referred to by others as a writer, an artist, a rapper, philosopher, poet, and all of that sort of morphed together in the current online bio I use where I say I am a mystic poet-philosopher. But all current online bios are complete bullshit for the most part. What I am is something real, and always changing, and not really that easy to find a pigeon hole and stuff it in there.
Historically, I have been a non-traditional publisher, putting out my own zines, books, throwing things up inside the internet in my long-running website (www.rojonekku.com, or www.ravenmack.com) in a constant and varied frenzy of self-expression. I simultaneously love the immediate freedom of the digital realm (and have been stabbing it with my writings since the early days of an internet) but also hate how unreal that digital realm feels sometimes. My inclination is to say “fake” but that’s not really the proper term, so unreal works better.
What I do through Rojonekku Word Fighting Arts is my work, meaning it is what I love to do. It is constantly evolving, and I’ve never really been able to fully embrace my work because there’s always this notion of somehow a meritocracy exists and you are supposed to be rewarded for your work if it is good, so long as it fits the accepted pigeonholes of artistic tradition. The strange thing about that is there is a longer tradition of artistic self-expression in whatever the fuck form that explodes out people’s heart as than there is a tradition of getting paid for it. Even this constant notion I’ve had that, if I am a writer I have to write a novel is kinda ridiculous, because novels are fairly young form of writing in the grand scheme of things. But they fit the free market fetish system pretty well.
Anyways, fuck it all. I hate this fake ass meritocracy and fake ass system of having to seek validation for your artistic work by being accepted by traditional systems, even if those traditions brand themselves as progressive and non-traditional. Fuck it all.
For the past few years, I’ve been going to a place called Dirtrock. I’ve known it all my life, actually grew up not far from it, but most of my youth was about survival, then escape once I hit 18, but in reconciling who I am as a complete person, I’ve had to go back there. So I’ve been going to Dirtrock a lot. It’s a fucked up place, but it’s also beautiful. I am ill at ease saying this next part, but I am going to attempt to document Dirtrock.
Street/back road cultural anthropology (or trash culture anthropology) is not easy, because the academic/scientific side of things has this lie it tells itself that it has to be removed and observe with entirely unbiased objective mentality. This feels impossible to me, but I also tend to think with my heart a lot more than my brain, definitely more so lately as I reconcile the entirety of who I am. But that’s what I’m going to do, I guess, is document Dirtrock.

If you choose to support whatever it is I am doing, thank you. If you have supported in the past, thank you. It is all very much appreciated. I know I’m a chaotic mess of creative explosions, but that’s a direct result of the totality of who I am – the complete Raven Mack, working to be holistic as fuck without any fucks given for those that would use any devil metrics to deny me validation as a human being manifesting the southern gothic futurism that is in my heart, and that my eyes have seen, deeply. So if you step into this thing to see what it’s about, Welcome to Dirtrock.

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Rewards
Dirtrock Gibberish Out-of-Towner
$1 or more per month 2 patrons
Access to Dirtrock, in its expanding entirety, as it expands, which will never be entire, bc universe don't work that way. But this'll be specific shit for Dirtrock, like FB group, a drive or webpage, and whatever else digital with doors.
Dirtrock Gibberish Kinfolk
$10 or more per month 3 patrons
At $10 per month level, you become known in Dirtrock. All the accesses above, but also you'll get postcards with tanka from Dirtrock at least once a year, but probably more. Plus a once a year nonsense package on your supporting anniversary.
Dirtrock Gibberish Kinfolk Cookout Horseshoe Partner
$30 or more per month 3 patrons
Same as above, but also you get free electronic copies of whatever ebooks I put out. Also, as I make batches of railroad haiku spikes, I'll give some of those away (because art wants to go places, not sit in a drawer or be hidden). That'll be done randomly (official scientific randomization, not just "I pick you!") to all my Horseshoe Partners. Plus a once a year "holla at your boy dirtgod" phone conversation, because I enjoy talking with people more than talking at them.