And the magnificent beauty of the underground is never glimpsed by such people. Because beauty is a simple thing, and all things beautiful are simple.. As simple as a happily-produced fanzine thrown out into the world for pure reasons, not for profit-margin, not for exploitations, but just for the love of it.. The depth and secrecy of the underground is what's startling, and the purity of its aims and actions, they way that the mainstream ignores the most intense, the grandest, the most beautiful parts of youth culture, simply because they can make no money from them.
And with what primal, simple innocence they produce their fanzines, labels, flyers, distribution networks, evilly childlike, purposely avoiding the light. And it is in that that there is a seed of hope. That true, vital independence, that violent dissention blossoming forth into different camps and genres, carrying out even within their own scenes furious secret wars, that the man in the street is completely unaware of..