PLANETEDGE

There are NATION cities in Europe, Asia. Paris riots and quells France. Peking is China’s forebrain.
INTERNATIONAL cities are crossroads ports, Mediterranean and Pacific.
HOLY cities have all died at least once. Kyoto, Lhasa, Jerusalem.
Sacred Aztec and Mayan cities await another life.

USA cities are simply leftovers.
Trading posts grew into detention camps for Europeans, prisons for Indian, African, Chinese and South American captives.
Ports of entry East and South. Servants got out after 7 years in Boston, Philadelphia. Plantation slaves were emancipated into life sentences in Richmond, Charleston, Atlanta. Italians and Jews built Brooklyn Bridge to escape Ellis Island and Lower East Side. Brooklyn is an escape?

Army forts and stockades become cities as the frontier moved West. Railroad stops expanded to pen the gangs that built them. Next factory towns thrown together for waves of Lithuanians, Czechs, Poles and finally blacks and poor whites from the South. Overflow.
West Coast is last rim; LA for surface-perfect fag American Nightmare, Frisco for outlaws. Pacific Northwest still holds open, a tough Switzerland.

Owners of USA cities took off to country manors. Town and Country Republic, myth of the Minuteman land. Grease mayors, contractors and cops were left as trustees to guard smoking ruins.

Did a freewheeling engineer ever dream of Persian carpets? Did he expect shining domes and minarets instead of asphalt roofs, TV antennae, ventilator scoops? Aren’t architects aware that cheap glass cubes are exquisite machines for dulling human parts?
Engineers and architects raced out to suburbs with envious trustees hot behind them. R.E.A. estate at last. Owners have just left for Spain.

USA cities are Earth’s newest midden heaps. Garbage piles for rodent mystics reading roofstars. No single NATION city, no INTERNATIONAL city past the docks, no HOLY city known to any but Indians.

Occupants of USA cities will soon claim them and replace landlord myths with fireblood children’s fantasies.
PROPERTY belongs to NATION belongs to WORLD. WORLD is to conquer and exploit. Listen to it — “World Empire”, “New World”, “World War I”, “World War II”. World value is a prison vision.

OUT OF THE WORLD AND ONTO THE PLANET!
Out of cities and onto planetedges.

MENTAL PET CATACOMBS

Psychological costumes can always be changed in bed. Mental pets tend to feed on new experiences until they are abandoned.

MENTAL PET CATACOMBS like ghostly zoos beneath the skin of PLANETEDGE.

Uncaged voice-whistlers flash irridescent torn blue faces, mumble self-correcting puzzles to possible bodies.
Greedy brainwaves snarl in starved anticipation.
Red explosions of random passion illuminate mummies of regret.
Rows of hated anatomical parts search eachother for desirable combinations.
By yourself here.

DISINTEGRATING OPERA AND ENTROPIC LIBRARY

Museum is a device for storing knowledge of the moon in a nerve vacuum.

Two enormous halls at opposite ends of PLANETEDGE.
DISINTEGRATING OPERA is a bivalve shell with a revolving circular stage. Performers assemble in outlandish costumes and sing one note. Music lovers immediately set off their own variations, turn the stage at top speed and sweep performers into the air in a billowing stomp of pure joy lasting as long as a week.

ENTROPIC LIBRARY is a cylindrical tower, roofless to day shadows and night stars. Spectators line railed tiers of balconies to observe any author approach a single desk on the ground floor. Fans note fine points of crumpling pages, hunched spine, steady scribbling and sudden scrawls. Finished manuscripts are paraded around the rim while the writer picks out someone who can’t (or bait him). The crowd applauds and rushes down to carry the two through PLANETEDGE. No duplicate copies are ever made.

BONEROADS AND TRANSLUCENT LOBES

Living in, on and around PLANETEDGE generates an awareness of its special life in each person. People seldom ask, “Who is PLANETEDGE?”

BONEROADS in an airy matrix of loose nets rising from the skin. Some interstices are narrowly grooved for single sliding. Broad spans are double-grooved for two-way parades of tobogganing baskets, flying carpets, rolling barrels and frisbee-wheeling hoops.

Sculptured sunlight streams across PLANETEDGE through TRANSLUCENT LOBES. Prisms throw radiant auroras into every quarter. Tilting masses of colored quartz refract unique beams and hues. Green sunset, purple morning.

HAIR PARKS

Children hope something will happen to them.

Flowing HAIR PARKS rustle in the caves of PLANETEDGE.
Cool grooves of uncombed tangle.
Braided swings. Loose Tarzan on a bearded cliff.
Hand in hand. Touches through public hedges, brunette gardens.

BOTANICAL APARTMENTS

Professors sucking brain candy leave behind incomplete blackboards full of the janitor’s children.

Reverse a colored city map to see Planetedge. Here the parks are blonde and black but the tenements are full of trees, BOTANICAL APARTMENTS.

Live oak walls, branched eaves. Breezes hover and slip past.
Swaying bedrooms.

Several families construct walkways and platforms through a grove. Cooking around a single stone fireplace on the ground, broiling meat odors rise past suspended floors.
Tendriled shelves, herb closets.
A central waterfall. Showers at the top, laundry at the bottom.
Old-timers remember planting their houses.

CRAWLING NEON

What are known as commercials will be called public toys.

Pyrotechnic CRAWLING NEON loose in PLANETEDGE at night.
Chains of glowing letters undulate in eerie processions.
A flashing green halo rolls beside you down the sidewalk.
An antique movie marquee dripping pink and purple arrows into an historical yellow HOTDOG PALACE.
Collisions of names. ORANGE’S C spins into your hand, the A from ASTOR runs past the corner.
Throbbing pools of anonymous fluorescence.
Abandoned shops’ names re-arrange themselves in playful anagrams.
Obsolete telephone lines glisten with an acrobatic GREYHOUND sign performing blue white end-over-end rolls.

BALLING BOWL

All dreams have hands. Mind is not servant of body, body doesn’t wait on mind.

Boneroads converge on the main pelvic BALLING BOWL in the center of PLANETEDGE.
Alabaster, 400 feet across, a slightly depressed oval.
Palm oil seeps from the rim.
Ski on your hands, figure-8 on your ass.
Ball in slow endless rolling dives.
Conglomerate statues of living erotic citizens gendering government daily. Wild radicals jostle in the center, tight-toed conservatives cling to the edge. Flesh politics.

LAZYHOOD QUARTER

Lost acanes of labor and profit will someday re-appear as vampire stories.

On a slope of PLANETEDGE ending by the ocean, LAZYHOOD QUARTER.

Young lazyhood sidewalks heaped with fur pillows and musical instruments. A naked generation swims out to huge spherical floats orbiting a new universe in the water.
Awning fronts on one side of the street to sidewalks on the other side shade conversational groups in half-dressed middle lazyhood. Dangling strings for hanging curious trophies and chalkboards for drawing caricatures.
A conspicuous circle of chuckles with half-open curtains.
Balconies above the street for gossips in old lazyhood.
Close enough to see everything but too faraway to be heard.

ANIMATED EXPRESS

Media is only synthetic transportation until telepathic voyagers begin accepting passengers.

PLANETEDGE transit is used to supplement sliding.
ANIMATED EXPRESS has no regular stops and seldom slows down unless it gets tired.
A long rainbow snake curling over boneroads and slopping down roofs of botanical apartments.
Membrane couches lilt through translucent scales, no windows. A slithering ride over distended bumps.
Backbone riders grip cold-blooded skin and roll easily through slippery turns.
Titanic hisses of the midnight special.

THE MORELESS CHANGES

Earth an image of Universe, Universe an image of Man. No new dread conspires in galactic ooze. Night puts/rung to Sun’s gravitational signed and visible thought of braincell stars waiting in human memory.

PLANETEDGE time is nowever. Technology has no place to go and evolves itself as an organism called THE MORELESS CHANGES.

Empty rooms grow tools for any imaginable workshop, walls pucker windows and tropistic ceilings fold up in light.
Saucer solar generators bubble into astronomical observatories.
Veins of tidal plumbing bulge along hallways.
All waste and junk is carried to MORELESS machines.
MORELESS machines generate all town products as desired.
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