Episode Notes
This week’s poem and episode explore the idea that living is a sort of contronym—a word with two opposite meanings.
It’s not a perfect contronym, but living your best life is considered both voluptuous and by nature, hidden, since “the best life” is free of the mucky and murky parts of being people. Much of what we attempt to hide—to appear to be living perfectly or fully—is deemed impolite and/or embarrassing.
This poem and episode rips off the bandaid of a few good examples of these (which in truth, make us more human. It’s amusing how desperately we try to conceal bodily functions so deeply out of our control). 
Here's an excerpt of the poem (the full written versions can now be found & read at mikbrew.substack.com!):
But these are life. And
perhaps our souls or minds are that
thick, soft fog of ripe water 
droplets suspended in the air.
Or, as the frozen lake-like lagoon
begins its March melt, our souls
are the ice crystals—shards of the swamp’s
frayed bedsheet at the edges
of wet sandy shore—
tinkling & twinkling together to make music, 
welcoming the rebirth of vivacious life beneath
the toy waves and their frosty icing.
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