“The scientist does not study nature because it is useful; he studies it because he delights in it, and he delights in it because it is beautiful. If nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and if nature were not worth knowing, life would not be worth living.”—Henri Poincaré (via unbearablevastness)
“In an illuminating video history, London-based music journalist Joe Muggs explores the altered states of early British rave’s interzones. This is about liminal zones, about what’s revealed when categories melt down, about the fractal edges of culture – and about all those other places you find yourself inhabiting when you’ve done too much acid. By my reckoning, 1989 to 1993 or 4 (as well as coinciding with my late teens) are the years when the British rave scene was, if not unified, then at least orbiting the same strange attractor. And during that time, the place where you could find the most overlap, the most blurring between sub-sects and scenes, was in the back rooms where people were so hopped up, blissed out or just plain fucked that they’d listen to anything. This is where tempos dropped and rules relaxed, and producers and DJs went right out on a limb, united across scenes by lysergic curlicues and a constant low-end pulse of dub.”
oh nice click through for youtube goodies. perfect accompaniment for reading The Incal.
To the anon who messaged, if this is a real problem, please message me off anon. I’m not sure I’m comfortable replying publicly to your issue. If you do message me, I will not publish my responses and will most certainly keep this confidential.