“Synapses and Other Conjunctions” is my 31st and final offering for the Tupelo Press 30/30 Project (9 poets agreed to write 30 poems apiece in 30 days, to raise funds for Tupelo Press, a non-profit literary publisher). Many thanks to Luanne Castle, who sponsored and provided the title. Since the 30-30 marathon officially ended yesterday, this poem will appear only on this site, and not on the 30-30 site.
Even though my participation in the 30-30 project ends today, please feel free to contribute to Tupelo Press! Every bit helps (even a dollar or two), and I’ve some other sponsorship opportunities, with corresponding incentives, listed here, which I will continue to honor over the next month.
If you’re so inclined, please visit the 30/30 blog at: Donate to Tupelo. Scroll down to “Is this donation in honor of a 30/30 poet?” and select my name, “Robert Okaji,” from the pull down so that Tupelo knows to credit the donation to me. And please let me know so that I may send a thank you and incentive gift your way.
Thank you for your support over the past month. I promise I won’t bombard you with fund raising solicitations anytime in the near future!
Now here’s the poem:
Synapses and Other Conjunctions
My advice? Wear boots, even among the dead.
Our barefoot friend, having separated the rattler’s
head from its body, picked up the six-foot
length to show off, and stepped back onto
***
“Let your finger tap the wrong key, and the
incorrect letter provides a glimpse into
the future”
I like that-
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I believe in the beauty and power of mistakes. Unfortunately most of mine are neither beautiful nor powerful.
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A nice way to end your 30 day run. As always, I’ve enjoyed your work.
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It’s been a good run, Leonard. Much fun. Thank you.
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Yes, it was for readers, too.
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I worried about that – I had no intention of posting every day, but sponsorships kept rolling in.
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Whew! What a ride, ending on words to live by. ^_^
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I believe I’m going to take off for a few days. But it has been fun.
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I all heard was drink good beer. Is that wrong? 🙂
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I think it’s sound advice! 🙂
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Another wonderful poem! Way to finish strong! I hope you have a good cold beer waiting for you. 🙂
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Thank you! Yes, I am sipping a Hans’ Pils (German-style pilsner) at this very moment. Life is good!
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Sehr gut! Du hast es verdient!
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Thank you. I’m indulging today. Tomorrow, well, back to my regular routine. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Writer Site and commented:
Robert Okaji inspired me to do attempt the Tupelo Press 30/30 poetry project, and here is the poem he wrote with the title I gave him! What a wonderful poem!
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Looks like it worked.
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Thanks for reblogging, this, Luanne!
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Great concluding advice there – you had the right footwear the whole month. Well done on reaching your destination!
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Thanks, Curtis. I’m glad to have crossed the finish line!
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I liked this one very much. Congratulations on completing the project.
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Thanks very much! It’s been an interesting month.
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I love the analogy of snake bites and faulty dryers to writing poetry. I think the prescription for drinking good beer is a perfect ending. 🙂
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The first image that came to mind when I received Luanne’s title was of a headless snake biting someone. Dunno what that says about me, but it seemed appropriate. 🙂
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A fittingly masterful end to your marvelous marathon, Bob. Well, well done! Now, follow your own advice by way of celebration: Drink good beer.
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Thanks, Cate (love the alliteration)! I will follow your directive later today.
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Congratulations on making it to the end! I feel I learn a lot each time I read one of your poems. Best, Alex
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Thanks, Alex.
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Having lived in the rattlesnake capital of the world, I also know that even the babies’ bite is as potent as an adult’s. So in keeping with the metaphor, maybe even the infant, undeveloped ideas of a poet cannot be considered harmless. ?? 😀
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Ha! Well, yes, of course!
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I really like this one; especially the lines ‘twists and hard angles and blurry lint may / confuse the issue, perhaps even start a fire. / And before you say, yes, yes, that’s what / I want, a fire, consider other possibilities’. I like the last sentence, too.
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Thanks, Lola. This was a fun poem to write.
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I liked the poem a lot. However, if I may, I felt it like prose..I mean..the thing there to be expressed was in prose. (If someone might say that expressions pre-exist in things as forms). Nice to read you.
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Thank you for reading the poem. And of course you may! I enjoy hearing different perspectives.
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