Exactly one year ago, I’ve published the Kopozky jubilee book. It was one of my greatest feats of artistic diligence and stamina, and it surely was my biggest financial venture ever. One year later, it’s clear that the book is one of my most complete failures, too. I do not bewail my lot, it’s a just a plain fact. I sold about 80 or 90 of the 1.000 printed copies. I gave away almost as many as free copies …
No doubt, the main reason are my own blunders and wrong decisions and shortcomings. Yeaaah, I know, I’ve been told about this many times and by many people (including myself). But right now, I’m not in the mood for self-pity or cool analysis. Nor for a celebratory speech.
Nah, I’m feeling like being uncool and riotous.
So, this is to you:
… all you who used to say you love Kopozky and to pat me on the back, but who didn’t give a sh…t about the 10-years jubilee and did not even have a spare second to tweet about it;
… all those web folks who know me, even personally, and knew about the book and yet did not spare the moment for a “Good Luck!” or for telling others (or – gasp! – buying a copy);
… the clients, colleagues, and other acquaintances who got free copies although we are not close friends, but who did not get the idea that I would appreciate some little buzz marketing – or who did get the idea but did not care;
… and especially you supercool alpha bloggers and bloggeresses whom I sent free copies across an ocean and who did not even deign to write a single “Thank you” (or “Piss off”);
… all you who know exactly what I did wrong and how to make and sell a book properly but who never ever have produced anything creative themselves, not even a peculiarly-sounding fart, and neither have ever risked so much of their own money that it really was a risk;
… oh, and you who complained about the book’s price or the shipping costs;
… all those connoisseurs who love music and comics and photos and prose and poetry only as long as they’re free (like the Kopozky blog), and many of whom take free art for granted and consume it like “free” was equivalent to “without value”;
… all those who think that inventing a story, writing a song or drawing a comic strip involves just as much effort as a tweet on the latest misspelling of some politician or the latest shiny gadget or sharing some blurred snapshots;
… and, finally, all those who think this article is inappropriate and indecent.
To all of you I say a hearty: … – ah, well, be creative and guess, you losers.
(Thanks and all the best again to all those, near and far, who did buy the book or who did give me support, appreciation, and friendship. It’s you the Kopozky blog and book were made for.)