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Ken L. Walker

Ceremonies of the Rival Lamp


Ken L. Walker
Ken L. Walker lives in Louisville, Kentucky after being in Brooklyn for the past 11 years. He is the author of Twenty Glasses of Water (Diez, 2014), Antworten (Greying Ghost, 2017), and has work in the Boston Review, The Poetry Project Newsletter, Brooklyn Rail, Seattle Review, Atlas Review, Lumberyard, and Tammy.

Ken L. Walker
Ceremonies of the Rival Lamp

Ceremonies of the Rival Lamp

[[ 1 ]]

They come to the coast where the road crooks out—

de Compostela to Porto de Bares—carrying solely rat tails,

keeping each rear appendage as a respective pet,

shoving each inside tender, bruised

kneecaps, norvegicus, navigate, crepuscule,

dangling each as a claim they could

tie them

together

to make

a series of selves as necklaces.

They asked,

what is light but a mirror?

They requested as much natural light as possible

so that the tails could grow legs

and their deceased pets could live on. They came

to the coast to carry their pets into new light.

They asked,

what is a mirror but a version of light?

Venison of itself, animal as strict animal.

One man dried the pellet like pieces of one of his pet rat’s

diminished brain after it had escaped its aquarium.

We did not know these people for we

kept to ourselves, especially during the many days of rain.

We asked them, What is light

but another person

expecting nothing of you good and decent.

[[ 2 ]]

They said they were from a coastal area in the south—

somewhere near Gibraltar, stating

they were different from those in charge.

They said the roads were surrounded on both sides

by tans, ambers, burnt types of shades, colors,

sunburst squashes, melon threadbare rinds,

most vivid on overcast passages.

A veiled woman whispered,

These rats

were once white.

Later, said,

These tails were once

attempts at diversion,

unyielding abandonment

chastising fear.

So they left the tails wherever they went

even at restaurants as gratuity.

We could tell

if they liked someone because they would leave

a charred appendage in the other’s hands.

Burnt meant we could stand each other.

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Questions for the Author:

What are 2 - 3 books (regardless of genre) that you've read over the last year or less that really blew your hair back?

- John Keene, Counternarratives (I've read it twice, in the past year.)

- Samantha Giles, deadfalls and snares

- The e-flux Supercommunity anthology, especially the essay "Notes on the Abstract Strike" by Antonio Negri

Who is someone you admire who does work that you feel really benefits your “local” community, and what kind of work is it that they do?

- The folks at La Casita Center, here in Louisville—they do many things but state professionally that they are "a grassroots non-profit located in Louisville, KY accompanying families in the Latinx community"

- The Tip It Forward crew does great work, as well, by providing holistic health care and body work with a super intriguing charity model.

Who wrote the best piece of writing (poem, book, essay, play, &c.) you’ve read in the last year or two that others might not be familiar with?

- I read of a lot of chapbooks and in the last year I've read at least three that completely blew my mind. Those are: Nicole Wallace's "Waasamowin"; Arthur Jafa's "My Black Death" and Matt Longabucco's "Heroic Dose".

Your favorite —

Whisk(e)y: Blanton's.

Poem: Etheridge Knight's "Feeling Fucked Up"

Scientist or inventor: Nikola Tesla &/or Tu Youyou 

Movie to watch alone: Le Grande Belleza

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