THE ESSAYIST

By Brett Davidson [April 2016] Sanya-sin (Ssin): Why do you sit on an elevated golden throne, Master? Why not sit down here on the floor with the rest of us? Guru-ji (G-ji):  Surely you can guess the answer for yourself. Ssin:  Is it because you want to feel superior to the rest of us? G-ji:  No … I […]

March 16, morning-time … ghosts of  New York slipping and gliding in and out of cerebral cortex tissues before the Ultimate Sun appears retinal and gleaming in Tower Shinery of World Trade and Wall St. Environs. Out on sidewalk (9:00 a.m.) the sun smells like September Sea. 7:00 p.m., 10 hours later, in Julliard School at […]