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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 had a near death experience the other day while passing by a graveyard.
I tried to smile, not very hard.
I thought how convenient, they won’t have to carry me far.
If I must be run over let it be a Rolls Royce car.
Don’t put a plaque on my house yet.
I am as alive as you can get.
Life is an each way bet.
I don’t know what the Hell that means but say it anyway.
Just passing time of day.
1st January, 2018
Are the judges in Ireland also corrupt, are they on the make?
If it was their own daughter what stance would they take?
We all know they’re highly paid, they’ve got it made.
Why are their sentences so low and their awards so high?
Do they say to themselves there but for the grace of God go I?
It appears they back the system to the hilt.
How much would they fine Mr. Vanderbilt?
Or any other ordinary everyday millionaire.
The question is, do they care?
31st December, 2017
I have two names, David and Tich.
I am not rich.
I am diagnosed schizophrenic, so what?
Thanks a lot.
I dislike labels.
I like chairs and tables.
In their proper places, I don’t like airs and graces.
Under the name of David I drink and as Tich I sit and think.
And sometimes write.
I hope not shite.
I was born in Ireland to be geographic.
Should I go pornographic?
I might be a bigger seller.
Like Joseph Heller.
My brother says Joseph Heller was not pornographic, must I point that out?
He wrote Catch 22, a great book, no doubt.
Very funny too.
My best to you.
This poem is semi-demi autobiographical, often the best type.
Like David Copperfield and other tripe.
Allow the madman speak.
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
What would you say if you spoke someone said to me.
Well, nothing much, do you agree?
At least I’m me.
1st December, 2017
Am I a conventional poet am I damn.
I don’t know what I am.
Bread and jam.
I ate as a child, did I go wild?
What am I now anyhow?
The sum of all my experiences, pig and sow.
Behind the plough.
I’m experimental now.
Yes I believe oh God I do.
In that sense I might as well go to Hell.
To Hell and back for the crack.
I will be back.
When I know I’ll tell you so.
I am old and I am new.
29th November, 2017
Reaching out to people who don’t know me, never heard me, never smelt me, never felt me.
Oh well there are many I don’t know, into the sea the rivers flow.
Will my voice ever be heard and read and seen, I, an unknown human being?
Maybe someday they will shake my hand, say good on yeh, that’s grand.
Or maybe not.
How can I be remembered if I am not forgot?
I don’t matter any more or less than any other person.
Of that at least I’m certain.
17th November, 2017
If a man talks to another man it doesn’t mean he’s gay.
He may just want to punch him or say have a nice day.
My brother asked a man what he called his dog he said sod off.
Without an embarassed cough.
A girl at a dance asked a guy his name he said sexy she said that’s an unusual name.
My brother could have said the same.
If a man is friendly to you he may want to bum a cigarette.
I said that to someone I met.
Or he met me while I had a cup of tea.
He went off empty handed that time maybe thinking I’m a swine.
By and large it depends on people’s manner.
Not every mechanic wields a spanner.
A friend of mine was rolled while drunk.
Drunk as a skunk.
People take advantage of the good side of your nature if you have one of those.
Some wear good clothes.
Not all, neither be a cynic nor a fool.
Did you learn anything at school?
I thought I might say something here about the past because I’m old.
Some stories beg to be told.
In the old days we knew how to walk and talk except maybe when leaving the pub at closing time.
History in this rhyme.
I once stepped over six bodies on my short way home.
Here in my native land, not ancient Rome.
Not dead but sleepeth as I read on a tombstone.
While I’m at it may I say how sad it is to defile the good word gay.
Once it meant children at play.
That was another day.
Drink is a good man’s failing as I said somehere, not here.
I know why people go on the beer.
Imperfection gets them down.
So they go on the town.
That’s my theory for what its worth.
Fellow residents of planet Earth.
28th October, 2017