Poem "Explicit" - Poetry Podcast - Young people at a carnival parade by the sea
| |

Explicit

Why do you see what you see

In our Western, especially English speaking culture, we consider everything sensual and sexual as a taboo as far as public discourse is concerned. It is somehow considered dangerous, disturbing or even degrading, and hence we try to ban it from being present in the open. By banning intercourse from discourse, though, we’ve not only thrown out the baby with the bathwater, but the whole bathtub as well. 

There is so much of aliveness lost in trying to ban sexuality and, in it’s wake, what we now deem ”sensuality“ – the term originally refers to ”anything senses“. How could you expect life to be full and real when you are dimming and obstructing your sensors? 

This is a poem and a reflection about how we handle this topic in our culture.

Chapters:

  • 00:00:00 Intro
  • 00:00:26 Explicit – Solo
  • 00:02:04 A plea for sensuality
  • 00:06:50 Explicit (Remix)
  • 00:08:27 Outro

Voice over artist for this episode was Viktor Pavel, Berlin

We had a lot of fun recording this one – see for yourself!

Transcript

Explicit

Warning Warning
It’s explicit
Barely legal,
Ha ha
Is it
Ha ha have you ever been down there
Wo wo where the rubber meets the muff
A connoisseur of all explicits
Bits and peaces
Sweaty stuff

Where you ever so exited
That you simply couldn’t hide it

Explicit where we all have come from
Explicit where our children drink
Explicit where it smells quite funky
Explicit where we’re all so pink

Say the name
I know you love it
As so explicit
We both shove it

Kill and maim
Is not explicit
As we make love
Explicit is

Give a clap to Tipper
Them fluids running freely
Fertile waters smooth the land
Fertile waters smooth my hand

Warning warning
It’s explicit
What a strange perverted sensor
As the love we love we censor

©️ Laughing Brook/Peter Müller 2025

A plea for sensuality

We’re living in a strangely puritan day and age. We so desperately try to be clean and hide nipples, zest and lust, yet no matter how hard we try, the dirt keeps pressing out from every crack, crevice and cranny. We pass laws and install filters to keep sensuality and sexuality away like it was the plague, and it sprays at us as porn, sexual abuse and neurotic obsessions. It’s like trying to stop a hose from flowing by putting your finger on it – the water will only find its way all the more violently.

Sensuality and sexuality aren’t the same thing. In our obsession about suppressing sexuality we do away with both of them. Some philosophically and psychologically trained minds see one of the root causes of our violent behaviour and our obsession with violence in that very suppression. 

Yet, it is our senses that make us feel alive. When we are engulfed in our senses, we feel fully alive, and life makes – sense.

Once you loose your fear of sexuality, once you stop oppressing it, once you take the finger off that hose, the waters of sensuality will begin to flow freely. You’re no longer driven by it, but it will become more like a river that carries you along. At times it flows with serene tranquility underneath the singing canopy of forests or through wide open grasslands, at others it gushes roaringly over rocky round rapids, froth jumping loudly and lustfully into the air with wild sparkle. As you give in to it, you’ll slowly begin to notice that lust lies far beyond just the realm of sexuality. Sensuality will become a way of life. The way of life. The very aliveness itself.

You will notice that sensuality is much more than just sex. That it is the very fabric in which we feel and hear and smell and taste and see and swing and ride with the wild cosmos around us that is holding us, has born us, will take us, is us. When you open yourself to it, beauty will shine from a drop of rain on a leaf, in the flight of birds, in the sound of wind and in the taste of a ripe tomato. It is found in the briefest of exchanges with a stranger and in the most intimate encounter with a lover. 

Then, life will be sensational.

Outro:

And this was today’s episode of this podcast. A big thank you to Viktor Pavel, who did a great job as voice over artist for this one. We had a lot of fun doing the remix version, by the way, and if you would like to get a glimpse into the recording session and see the two of us in action – there is a video on the page for this episode on my website laughingbrook.net. So go and check and check out the page for this episode and if you liked it, feel free to leave a comment, I would love to hear from you. 

The next episode will also deal with love, but from a very different angle. It’s called Give your love a way and you’ll hear it next month. Until then, drop me a rating at wherever you are listening to this.

My name is Laughing Brook, I am a poet, dancer, mystic, nature coach and man whisperer.   Thank you for listening, and – keep on flowing, bumping and jumping with the stream of life.

Similar Posts

  • | | | | |

    Thru That Darkest Door

    Following my inner calling can lead me down a most adventurous path, and part of that journey is death – not necessarily physical death, but the death of something in my life. J. R. R. Tolkien put those oracle words into the mouth of Gandalf, “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
    Such a quest for your inner calling frequently leads to desperate moments in which I question everything and have a sense of being completely lost, in which I feel like a complete failure. This ”dark night of the soul”, as the Christian mystic John of the Cross has put it, seems to be a necessary passageway on this journey to that fertile land of which my longing informs me. Nothing for the faint of heart! But, oh my, how very worth it is the trip, once you’ve arrived, and how so very much worth it do those dark moments feel in hindsight. So, come on, put all your chips on the table and come on board …

  • | | |

    Crippled Army

    There are forces in this world, so utterly destructive, they leave a seemingly endless trail of traumatized victims behind. Yet, there is also a magic that can happen, where the hurtful grain of sand turns into a pearl and we develop into the wounded healers. That’s when dark turns into light and the path of life continues. Surely we’re not leaving the world to darkness, not our own world, not the world at large. We fight for the Light! We’re the Crippled Army!

  • | | | |

    Into Ever

    There is a proof that everything is consciousness, says Sogyal Rinpoche in The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, because everything we know about our existence and the world happens in our consciousness. When you think of it, it really is the only thing we have. 

    So it is kind of curious to take a step back from my awareness so as to ponder about what is in my awareness, what it is about. Here’s a poem, inspired by the beautiful hills of Dartmoor, and my oh my, how the beauty of that place first had me sink into it and then sank into me, so much that it has become a part of me.

  • | |

    Oh Ryuichi

    Life gives us many good things. Gratefulness is that moment when I realize what has been given to me. Maybe even only then I am fully taking in what this good thing has brought into my life. It’s kind of like a gift I get – only if I unwrap it, I really receive it. And that’s where joy awaits me.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *