In the world of fund raising, an appeal is performed after someone gives money to the organization. It is a second request, for more money, because though that which was already given was received like people being pleasured, a circumstance arose requiring that more dough is requested. This post is different. It is a appeal to people who haven't ponied up squat, and I know you didn't, because it's just me at this little round up here. You haven't bought my book, "An O.K. Corral of Poems," and you should. Just hit the button to your left and play ball.
Last week there were two local news articles, at least, in which the hurd of nonprofit cultural oganizations got their chance to bemoan the recession of 2009.
I've been making a shit storm about independent artists, we who don't get tax incentives, you can't write little me off on your income tax forms, oh, no, any financial support you waft my was is simple free enterprise, my book of poems for your greenbacks by wire. Why the lowest earning, dirt poorest men (some of us) have been cut out of public funded programs! Squeek!
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I think the reason for this lacke of fiduciary support is that artists, independent lollygagging sprites as they are, consistently have proven themselves to be sowers of dissension, angst, anti-proletariat behavior.
The artist does occasionally get to witness one of their ilk awarded some multi-million dollar grant to paint a square block with a red stripe. This strategic act of govaucracy appeases the factory masses, allowing them to believe that the arts are an important diversion from simply whiling away their lives building pyramids and pushing button A into slot B.
For true, robust, and honest patronage, I recommend a review of that most famous of families, The Medici. Their enthusiasm for the intrinsic ability of art to shape culture has been proven most adeptly in the birth of the Renaissance.
Eat beans and rice and never, never, never, ever stop thinking free.
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