Haha, oh man I hate those SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL ALTERNATIVE
RADIO STATION/NPR things, but I guess I’m about to do exactly that, although I
don’t feel good about it, at least not on the internet. I’ve built an online
presence more than once over the years, and have learned that it’s something
you have to constantly attend to, constantly respond, constantly provide free
content, click refresh, click refresh… it’s a pretty demanding beast, to be
honest. I don’t get as much out of that as physical interactions in the real
life. I used to, perhaps because I had less of a sense of self, less confidence
in my own identity, so the online attention meant more to me. Now, the effort
feels like yelling into a void, and the returns of actual quality interaction
are so few and far between, it makes the effort feel not worth it.
Mostly, I’ve been enjoying the One Thousand Feathers
pamphlets, which are physical not digital, because I can leave them places,
send them to people who I’d like to build connections with, which then gets
physical not digital things back to me, and hopefully infuses my life with the
little bit of soul I fucking need, because goddamn it feels like it’s not there
a lot of times. Problem is these little pamphlets cost me a lot more than I
have to print, especially when I – like many of you – am in the slow-draining
process of bailing out half of what floods in on me each time I get paid. It’s
a process I hope to escape one day, but that’s gonna have to happen through
cultural change, not my own financial exploitation. I am not a marketable
commodity, and don’t get along with the program well enough to ever be able to
be turned into an actual professional writer. I don’t know if you’ve noticed
this in following my writing or knowing me, but I’m pretty fucked up, but
honest, and good-hearted, and doing what feels right.
So I’m putting this offer up, asking for support of One
Thousand Feathers/Rojonekku, to build my physical presence, to print up these
pamphlets and leave and send them to all corners of the world. The offer is
this: for $100, you get a 12-issue prescription to the One Thousand Feathers
(or an extension of a current prescription, if you are already on board). You
also get a 12-issue prescription for a friend (or enemy, or anybody really,
just another human). You also get to go to MY WORKINGMAN SHOP and select a
railroad haiku spike. Being I’ll mail that to you in a flat rate priority box,
I’m sure I’ll stuff some additional trinkets and treasure in there as well, but
that’s hard to predict or promise. Unfortunately, at this time, I can only
offer this $100 support offer to people in America. Overseas shipping of packages
is too expensive since they moved to flat rates. If you are non-American and
want to subscribe, you can still do so, RIGHT HERE. Normal American prescriptions can
be established there as well.
For every one of these support packages I can get, I’ll be
able to print one pamphlet. It doesn’t cover mailing them, as I scrape that together
however I can. I’m moving the circulation and display of the haiku spikes and
photography offline as well, because there’s no real interest in those things
digitally. It’s hard to see the power of the railroad spikes unless you
actually see them. But I’m hoping putting all these physical things together
can entice some digital action in my direction. If you are fluent in Paypal
enough, I’d prefer you login to their site, and send the $100 marked as a gift
to ravenmack at gmail.com, which will avoid them taking their skim. But if that’s
too hard within the digital realm, there’s a button right below you can click
too. This post will only be up if I’m back up on printing and need the support
to make those things happen in a timely fashion.
We all struggle for validation in what we are doing with
ourselves, and unfortunately the online world just flips that struggle into
hyperspeed. I can’t promise to give you anything online other than my silly
gambleraku poems and pictures, and even that will ebb and flow. But I know if
you get this One Thousand Feathers in your hands, and you hold a railroad haiku
spike, you’ll be good with what I’m doing. And I’ll be thankful to you for
enabling me to spread it, just a little bit more, instead of accumulating it in
piles inside my dilapidated house, to be burned or curated – depending on merit
– after my death. It’s easy to think we are sharing online, but that sharing
doesn’t manifest into physical presences that can hold power and occupy
positive psychic space in our lives as easily. Let me occupy a positive psychic
space in your life.
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