It's irreducibly local and at the same time, yeah, that’s right, utopian dimension.”Įxcerpt from Rave by Rainald Goetz (1998), translated into English in 2020. That is the enigmatic appeal to the dignity of nocturnal ferment and endless celebration. “Even the most private accounts of catastrophe,” I think later, leaning in the corner alone to take a rest and down my umpteenth beer, “experience a transformation here, via noise and euphoria, into a generic fucked up-ness excluded on all sides from the fucked up-ness that was here the object of jubilation.” Everyone here acts like everything is different from what it is.
