I’ve had a couple new issues of the ROJONEKKU WORD FIGHTING
ARTS ZINES (III and IV) printed for a couple months, but ain’t mailed the ones
out sitting at my house because ya know life gets real as fuck sometimes. But
I’ve been labeling shit this weekend, filling in haiku blocks on back pages of
copies to subscribers, and be mailing them out starting this week. The rest
I’ll give away to vagrants. But being each issue’s print run is limited to 150,
and there’s way more vagrants than that on this American Earth, figured I’d
tell you random internetface about subscribing to my zine, because I’m kinda
switching that shit around and it’s not really a subscription any more so much
as a support mechanism type thing, sort of like one of those wack ass patreons
that people do so that they can do longform research about philosophical
nothings, or think in public, or whatever.
I don’t really have time to pretend I’m that important. I do
a bunch of shit, always, even when life has gotten real as fuck, and even more
so when it eases up on me. But your “subscription” support agreement thing
whatever you want to call it would run four literal issues of the ROJONEKKU
WORD FIGHTING ARTS zine. I got two more issues on the back burner but ain’t
felt like printing them until I mail these out. Four issues might last you
three weeks, might last you two years, hard to say, but I’d like to get to rate
of two issues per month eventually. That’s my target.
But I figured “Hey, if fuckers are gonna support me, why not
give them other weird crap I do too?” So I figure anyone subscribed actively
will also be entitled to ebook copies of whatever I put out under my own name
or under Workingman Books. This will include e-copies of the zines (coming this
month) and a new project I got coming out in the next week or so that’s too
ridiculous to really even describe but it’s called New Earth Writing
Tournaments. I’m pretty excited about how ridiculous it is though. I hope to
start doing one of those a month too.
Now all this Workingman Books, electronified copies of the
zine, and New Earth Writing Tournaments will be available to anyone, outside of
support (at a price) so I guess you could be like, “Well, I don’t know, I’ll
just ala carte this nonsense gibberish, Raven Mack.”
Fair enough. But I’ve also decided that for me,
philosophically, art is more about spiritual magic than commerce, always. I
don’t respect people who do art (music, images, objects, words) on the basis of
money, which is why I probably don’t think much of patreons or even having to
write out something like this explaining why all this might be of monetary
value to you. I’m no natural marketer. But one of my favorite creations of the
past few years of my life has been the railroad spikes with haiku carved into
them.
And they are an outside endeavor, thus dependent on better weather, but
I’ve been conjuring and collecting and plotting new batches. So I’m planning on
making a dozen a year, maybe more, but at least that many. And I’ll be giving
them away, one a month, in a randomized lottery type thing for all the people
who are active subscribers/supporters. They are powerful spiritual magic
objects. Demand for them has always been high, so limiting access to
subscribers is kinda weird, but also forces me to limit myself in how many I make.
(They kinda kick my ass to make too many of them, at least all at once.)
So if you wanna support the dirtgod arts, support that shit.
If you already support the dirtgod arts, thank you. (If you are already a
supporter, you should be getting an email from me in the next few days about
the secret shade spot where you can get the above ebook things, keep up with
the haiku spike lotteries each month, and follow the New Earth Writing
Tournaments, or ignore it all.) $30 US ($40 rest of world) ain't a lot to access my assorted detritus arts. (And of course, you can always see whatever's here at rojonekku.com for free, if you consider having all your online activities tracked from afar as "free".)
2 comments:
KEEP IT UP. Sincerely, Porkchops.
DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER. dirtgod
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