Thursday, March 19, 2020

0100110 001101 Number One, dirtgod raven mack



words uncoupled regarded as data reduction
flow redacted
[01010 1111 1100 1100100101 101010]
slowed down to miniscule bits
terra bits to megabytes
terabytes of earthspeak
earth broken into parcels
attempting to comprehend the whole better
            by subdividing into infinitesimal parts
                        too small to even see
[1111111 01 01100 110011]
delving deep into data pool
            with drill function
speaking a disconnected language
            lacking primordial muck
                        which cannot ever be turned off
                                    completely
                                                always a little ancient space mud
                                                            left in the source code
progress’s axe refining whole
                        redefining hole
            istics ignored as lacking metrics to prove
                                    what’s felt obvious
[01010 1111 111101 011 11011]
an entire era built upon poor science
epoch billions spent manufacturing
                        blossoms upon a faulty premise
                                    promises the fault lines will never shift
                                                in fact don’t exist
                                                and we end up with
                        not bubbles burst but quaked earth
            then we analyze the rubble, shaking
our heads and we rebuild
            with tweaked variations of the same broken code
                        thinking
                                    “that should fix it”
[1111111010 101010 01011 1111]
            here is me
casting spells unto algorithms
esoteric life scientist
            not discounting the spirituality of robots
hoping al-Khwarizmi hears my la ilaha illallahs
            universal magnetics and
                        manmade dystopias on mass
                                    venn diagram with
            me
                                    sitting in the middle
                                                praying against
reality
                        bowed down
                                    praying against
                                                reality  




Raven Mack is an American mongrel mystic poet-philosopher of the Greater Appalachian
Unorthodox tradition. Operating as a multi-media writer, poet, rapper, and artist born and
raised in Southside Virginia, he self-publishes extensively in zine, print, and digital formats to
create a labyrinth of concepts, themes, and characters that blend everyday “reality” with the
esoteric and absurd. He hosts Southern Gothic Futurist Haiku Slams across Virginia, treating art
as a means to healing broken patterns – inherited, environmental, and institutional.

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