Jul 22, 2012 23:21
You ever get to that state where there are far too many half-formed thoughts steaming around in your head like bricks in a spin-dryer, and you're waiting for the first one to come leaping out the front in a hail of glass shards and builder's rubble?
Yeah, that.
I will try to illustrate some of them for the entertainment of the populace.
(i) I have half an idea that Cliffordism is... Oh. Right. So, Cliffordism: it's a state of mind first documented by Ye Severed Heads, which was in the sevs FAQ that has utterly vanished from the internet. Basically, if you dug the first album and thought all the rest were commercial shite or do-overs of the good stuff, you're a Clifford. Which kinds of generalises out to 'The first lump of music that hits you properly between the eyes when you're in your teens is going to be the stuff with the most emotional resonance and most other things will have you going 'Oh, yeah. That sounds like (blah)' unless you get lucky and happen upon something with no stylistic links to the stuff you've listened to previously.'
Anyway. I have half an idea that Cliffordism generalises out (is there a term for premature generalisation? There probably should be.) into the way you react to all sorts of things. For instance I found myself getting a bit of a monk on in re. feminism and trans issues a few months ago. This turned out to be a bit of a waste of effort on my part because the whole Janice Raymond business seems to be exactly as relevant as Erich von Daniken. (Modulo the radfem2012 thing, which, wrong gender to be sharing opinions) However it led me to wonder why I was reacting like that and, well, see previous para.
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