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Patreon – Artist Patronage
I don’t know much about this yet but it seems good. I need to find out more. Keep going,
Helena thought I should ask you about this Patreon thing, suggested to my by Kevin a couple of years ago, but I am only now investigating it. Check out my link above, absolutely at the consideration and investigation stage, that’s where I am.
Some guy said in a video that Patreon is only a subscription or Patronage site, the artist has to make him or herself known, so as to get followers, on other social media platforms, Facebook, Instagram or whatever. So people know they exist.
There is a lot I don’t know about Patreon, yet. What do you think?
This guy in this link is analytical and quite good, talking about the patronage models, a per item or per month basis, the pros and cons of each.
On some other video I got the idea an artist can offer choices to their patrons, one or other of the above and set the amount in each case, maybe have various patrons at their own choice of amount of and method of payment.
I don’t know if anyone can browse on Patreon and check various art forms, videos or whatever, hopefully yes, but maybe not.
Whatever Patreon is it is not alone the answer to every artist’s problems.
Some books on Patreon are available on Amazon UK, mostly by download. I’ll check them out.
Books when good have a good comprehensive overview. What is it, how does it work, the first questions. The Devil is in the detail, as I said to Helena.
Find out all about it and then don’t do it? A false dawn?
A small apple is better than none, make your own analogy.
It is good it exists. Not many know I do. I have 81 followers on my blog. I never or hardly ever look at my Facebook page but copy my blog entries there. One real flesh and blood human said he likes my stuff on Facebook, keep putting it there.
Even a few patrons are better than none or would be.
Something is better than nothing.
Have you any thoughts? Finding good stuff on the internet is liking finding a Ming vase in a rubbish dump.
I have been told I will be famous after I die. Looks like a fake suicide is in order.
No wreaths please,
———- Forwarded message ———-
On further reading it appears Patreon does not allow browsing except for the top five in each category. An artist must publicise or market themselves elsewhere, social media for example. This is just what I am not good at.
I would have preferred if it could be described as like an art gallery, a bookshop or a record and cd shop where the public may browse the total stock, as well as ask for things by name. But no.
The two books on Amazon on Patreon have conflicting reviews, thumbs up and thumbs down, the nay sayer saying of one all this information can be got off Youtube, the frequently asked questions and About, on the Patreon website.
The difference is its all together in a book, a book is quicker and better than hunting all over the place.
I will still consider Patreon.
When on my blog I put all my posts on Twitter, FaceBook and that Google plus thing or whatever its called.
Whether anyone notices is up to them.
I sometimes put a link to my most recent blog post on one of those chatlines that comes up alongside when I call up a radio station I listen to.
That is the extent of my interaction with the digital world.
Neither I nor my work is famous.
So I assess Patreon and find it wanting. I have not given up all hope. Nor do I know every detail about this thing Patreon. My investigation is not complete.
As to self advertising, which is alien to my nature, I could publish an e-book on Kindle or wherever and maybe collect some reviews. Including naysayers.
Samuel Johnston said the Irish are a very fair minded people, they never speak well of one another. Bang on. Some people are born to criticise, in the negative sense. Nature or nurture? Even Patreon is not all bad.
There is a little good in the worst of us and a little bad in the best of us.
Said a deceased relative, speaking while alive.
If the mountain won’t come to Mahomet Mahomet must come to the mountain. The artist similarly? The general public live in blissful ignorance of myself and my work. When ignorance is bliss tis folly to be wise.
James of Beat That the oldie and second hand book store said my brother and I should stage a naked protest outside the local hotel which won’t put up my poster even though they suggested it, making world wide headlines and myself famous in the process. My brother said we should wait for better weather.
The naked artist. Burned at the steak. Medium rare. What to do with my ashes? Lay them alongside my work, hopefully not also consumed in flames.
I, hermit. Not robot. Isaac Asimov said that first. As we say in this country, its a hard oul’ station. And getting harder all the time. And I quote.
The internet lacks an editor, keeping the good stuff, throwing out the bad. Nowadays editing is thought to mean mere appearance, which font, layout on the page, nothing to do with the content and what it says. Boybands chosen for appearance not voice. The world we live in. Appearance also matters, but it is not the only thing. Say that in a beauty parlour.
Says I to a woman outside a hotel who said she had been at the beauty parlour, did it make any difference? That must have made you very popular said a friend.
I described the treatment I would offer as a beauty treatment. Paint all over then use paint stripper. Would you come, I asked her? Mud baths, milk baths, cucumber on your eyes, I ask you. The world we live in.
I’m in the wrong business.
I have not condemned Patreon to Hell.
18th January, 2018
I am who you don’t know but I know you.
I saw you through the keyhole too.
Be not afraid, I shall not spill the beans.
Do it yourself by all means.
Headlines in the paper inches high.
People will know your name before you die.
In the meantime carry on.
I’m watching you, I’m here, I’m gone.
27th December, 2017
Maths, art, science, literature, philosophy, religion are converging to a single point.
A Russian scientist said that, whom the saints anoint.
Speaking for myself, I concur.
I who infrequently err.
Love is where you find it wherever that may be.
An old pop song or a cup of tea.
Did Adam and Eve do wrong or did they make a mistake?
The Reader’s Digest said that in my years of heartache.
I made mistakes in my time.
Who is without crime?
Everything should rhyme.
I do be and I does be talking rot.
That’s not all I’ve got.
Whoever is responsible, thanks a lot.
I think this poem is rather good but who am I to say?
Have it your way.
Perhaps the last two lines should be in parentheses or, as you might say, bracket.
If you have a bad child do you smack it?
4th December, 2017
Why are Jews so hated?
Are they underrated?
Einstein, Freud, Marx, Jesus, each one was a Jew.
I am not, are you?
Also great composers and people in other fields, they’re not much good at sport, you can’t have it all.
Kicking a ball.
There are poor Jews too you dope, people like you make me lose hope.
Well, not quite.
I’m used to your shite.
Persecution is good for you said a friend, it forces you to achieve.
Ask a woman or a black then you might believe.
Be twice as good or three times to get promotion.
How many drops make up an ocean?
Or love potion.
I am unaware of any perfect person or race.
I am Irish, say that to my face.
Must people by their worst be defined?
Killers everywhere, never mind.
Evil, yes, serial killers, torturers, corrupt governments, of these I’m well aware.
Fuck your reasons, I don’t care.
The problem is you don’t, for humanity.
There’s none so blind as those who don’t want to see.
If I say a word or two for a Jew does that mean I don’t like you?
Don’t be stupid, I mean you too.
What’s a guy to do?
With people like you.
I said fuck, I could say damn.
I speak your language, what a fool I am.
Does loving yourself mean hating others?
Not to me, sisters and brothers.
I am Irish, I could talk all day.
As a boy I knelt to pray.
I have not gone away.
Lesson over for today.
For Jew read anyone.
Even me, my mother’s son.
Maybe in future I won’t say fuck.
With any luck.
2nd December, 2017
Your culture is my culture too, it all belongs to everyone.
You misbegotten son.
If we love it don’t tell us where to shove it.
Nothing and no one beats the originators, can you tell crocodiles from alligators?
Anyway, why the Hell use big words?
Do you realise you are absurd?
Its all good you dope and for sharing.
To be influenced by others is no crime, we are sisters and brothers.
You narrow minded so and so.
You haters belong in Hell, so go!
24th November, 2017
Happy Christmas to all my readers
21st November, 2017
You can’t reveal the truth without revealing yourself. So it has been said.
I am alive, not dead.
The truth, when perfectly expressed, is incontrovertible.
I never owned a convertible.
The truth, though imperfectly expressed, is still the truth.
I read these sayings in my youth.
Is there something else I have forgotten?
Eugene O’Neill wrote A Moon for the Misbegotten.
Yes, T.S. Eliot said the truth is what is most hated.
This is the end of this poem, I’m glad you waited.
It is necessary to confront evil in order to defeat it.
You know it when you meet it.
I thought I’d throw that one in.
To leave it out would be a sin.
17th September, 2017