Hotel Room, 12 th Floor This morning I watched from here a helicopter skirting like a damaged insect the Empire State Building, that jumbo sized dentist’s drill, and landing 5 on the roof of the Pan Am skyscraper. But now midnight has come in from foreign places. Its uncivilised darkness is shot at by a million lit windows, all ups and acrosses. 10 But midnight is not so easily defeated. I lie in bed, between a radio and a television set, and hear the wildest of warwhoops continually ululating through the glittering canyons and gulches – 15 police cars and ambulances racing to the broken bones, the harsh screaming from coldwater flats, the blood glazed on sidewalks. The frontier is never 20 somewhere else. And no...
