In the seventies I started going down to NYC for the clubs: 12 West, Studio and others. I finally followed some designer
friends who had moved down there. I moved with no job but luckily on my first interview I was hired by Algemene Bank now ABN/AMRO.
I was with them for 14 years before leaving to work towards a doctorate in American Studies. Actually I was taking some courses
at NYU and a prof. asked me why I was in banking. The money was great but it was just pushing papers. Those "disco" nites
all are a blur but you know what?, I wouldn't change a thing.
New York at Night
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses
lift their masonry Ugly and foul, and chimneys lie And snort, outlined against the gray Of lowhung cloud. I
hear the sigh The goaded city gives, not day Nor night can ease her heart, her anguished labours stay.
Below, straight streets, monotonous, From north and south, from east and west, Stretch glittering;
and luminous Above, one tower tops the rest And holds aloft man's constant quest: Time! Joyless
emblem of the greed Of millions, robber of the best Which earth can give, the vulgar creed Has seared upon
the night its flaming ruthless screed.
O Night! Whose soothing presence brings The quiet shining of the stars. O Night! Whose
cloak of darkness clings So intimately close that scars Are hid from our own eyes. Beggars By
day, our wealth is having night To burn our souls before altars Dim and tree-shadowed, where the light Is shed
from a young moon, mysteriously bright.
Where art thou hiding, where thy peace? This is the hour, but thou art not. Will waking tumult
never cease? Hast thou thy votary forgot? Nature forsakes this man-begot And festering wilderness, and
now The long still hours are here, no jot Of dear communing do I know; Instead the glaring, man-filled city
groans below!
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