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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 considering signing up for the artists’ patronage site, Patreon. At a glance it appears good or maybe very good. I don’t allow myself to get excited. Some guy said he doesn’t believe in positive thinking because you think its going to happen and it doesn’t then you get all depressed.
Where have all the patrons gone? Gone to the digital world, everyone. There goes the mob, I am their leader, I must follow them. After further consideration. Look before you leap. Yesterday we stood on the edge of an abyss, today we take a great leap forward – Russian politician.
My most recent poem blogged here, Sinn Fein, is not my most recent poem, I normally put them up chronologically, in order of writing. I suppose I’ll get around to putting that earlier one up. I need to read up about Patreon.
Its snowing here now, first snow I’ve seen for a long time. Predicted, but predictions are often unreliable. You can’t be wrong all the time.
About Patreon, when I know what, how, and why I may write further on that topic. If it works, it works. It appears to work for some, as far as I can see from a brief study.
I feel my stuff is uncategorisable, does not fit any niche or genre, I know some like it. The real world and the virtual, the real world is more expensive. Matter matters, matter costs. Paper, ink, printing, plastic discs, but I like that world too. It is my first love.
So I climb a learning curve. Slow learner though I be. I desire a comprehensive overview. I feel it may take me three days to get there, the summit, apex, pinnacle, look up your thesaurus. Top. From where I will survey the scene.
Where to have the picnic? Or whether, weather permitting. The top will do, enjoy the view. Birds may eat the crumbs. The joy of alfresco, no floor to sweep up. And if you spill your drink don’t panic. Far from the kitchen sink.
Patreon here I come but will you notice? New worlds to conquer, said the unwanted immigrant. Napoleon was not French, I console myself with that thought. An outsider. With an objective view.
Does anyone want my tourist postcards?
16th January, 2018
I love when people like my stuff, appreciation is appreciated.
Just the other day a woman liked my CD Great Irish Songs, she spoke, not hesitated.
She said nothing about my voice, she said some of the songs are sad, I said some are funny.
People should pay for them with money.
Some other woman said a lot are about drink, why not?
I think if people hear it they will like it, I should go on a radio show.
I have a plan or two of things to do I will get around to in time.
It all started with a rhyme.
9th January, 2017
Did the ancient Greeks know it all, are we in a continuum heading for a fall?
Or will it work out alright after all?
Will we do the right thing after trying everything else first?
Are things going from bad to worst?
In many way things are getting better, such as in medicine, read the Zinoviev letter.
Yin and yang and light and dark, where art thou, divine spark?
May I mention Noah’s ark?
The Earth, for what its worth, is the location of your birth.
Mine too, welcome to the zoo.
The planet Mars is dead, its said.
Is the future of mankind taken as read?
Should I go to bed instead?
To sleep, perchance to dream.
Things are not as bad as they seem.
Ask a child eating ice cream.
You know what I mean.
Mars could have had inhabitants who tore their pants.
Is our future to be a dead star?
Is that what we are?
Well no, unless we make it so.
I like to end on a positive note, no nihilism please.
Atishoo, I sneeze.
The common cold is not a rare disease.
One day perhaps a cure will come.
Hot whiskey maybe, or cola mixed with rum?
Symptoms can depress, we need a cure.
It will be found when peace and love endure.
When poets are not poor.
5th January, 2018
To see my face in Ireland’s Own, will I make Rolling Stone?
If the media won’t come to me must I come to thee?
Wait and see.
A wealthy patron would suit me well, not a penniless beggar, what the Hell?
I am my patron, who my fan, maybe you, merely a man.
Oul’ wans and ould lads like my stuff, my edges may be rather rough.
We all get old, time passes by, another year, don’t make me cry.
So then my face is not unknown.
Throw this raggy dog a bone.
1st January, 2017
While texting a message he fell down the stairs.
The man without cares.
He didn’t care what he was doing.
If I said that about you would you be suing?
If you tell the truth about people they hate you.
If you told your wife would she mate you?
Be careful who and when you text.
You could be next.
26th December, 2017
Blow up the world and win the war, is that what war is for?
Or kill people to change their point of view, would that work on you?
Angry voices blow hot and cold, I am old.
I’ve heard it all before, I don’t want more.
Who am I to say killers go away?
Enjoy a sunny day.
Why have you forgotten how to smile?
Your efforts are not worthwhile.
No one likes the world you create or people filled with hate.
If we don’t love you we are wrong.
Why can’t we get along?
Live and let live is my song.
Your philosophy stinks.
I say what everybody thinks.
20th December, 2017