Geffrey Davis + Bourbon in a Small Gold Glass
Apr 1st, 2019 by The Poet Salon
Dearest beloved—you're back just in time to hear us chop it up about the ethics of writing (and publishing) work about family. And have a beautiful chat with beautiful poet Geffrey Davis.
“beauty you can stick a manicured finger / into and through, beauty that doesn’t rely / on any sentence the sun chants, it’s whiskey / swelter blown scarlet” —Patricia Smith, “Prologue—And Then She Owns You”
“I inhale the perfume of the Bourbon rose, then try to separate / what is scent, sense, and what you call memory, what is emotion, where in a / dialogue like touching is it so vibratory and so absorbent of my attention and / longing, with impressions like fingerprints all over.” —Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge, “Hello, The Roses”
Sometimes, it’s best to just keep things simple. Sometimes, you just want bourbon in a small gold glass.
This was one of those weeks!
Bourbon in a Small Gold Glass pairs well with many things, including late-night talks about family, thunderstorms real and remembered, and our early spring conversation with the incredible Geffrey Davis.