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Monica Nicolau's avatar

Wow! How did I miss this story? All these layers upon layers upon layers of dreamlike twisting of reality driven by loves and histories and hurt and untold dreams. Isn't this immensity of emotions and mis-remembered dreams, the only reality we can be sure of?

A mathematician I used to know was once described as being able to give mathematical explanations that were lies more truthful than the truth. I don't know why I wrote this, it's impossible for me to explain how a mathematical lie can be more truthful than the truth. Except...which brother image is more truthful? The one who could get three halfcourt shots, or the one who weighs 300lbs ?

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Maybe two opposing ideas and images can be true at the same time?

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Monica Nicolau's avatar

The heart has no difficulty in holding onto opposing truths. (I have to be careful here, since we’re living in times when facts are twisted beyond recognition, and that’s definitely not something to condone.) But yes.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

I have the theory that the people, whether liberal or conservative, who accuse others of distributing “misinformation” tend to send out plenty of their own misinformation. Yes, misinformation is real but I feel hit by from all directions at once.

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Monica Nicolau's avatar

I will write a thought-through (is that a word?) reply in the next few hours (or days...) In principle I agree with you...

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Marcos's avatar

This is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with us in this way. Appreciate you so much!

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Thank you!

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Buddy Levy's Adventure History's avatar

Hey Sherman--Buddy Levy here. We played hoops (on opposite teams) at the Hoopalooza. I'm a friend of Kim Barnes and have been teaching at WSU for years. Used your piece in my nonfiction writing class today and we wondered ... was Tender Mercies written for this piece, or before? Great stuff here and it sparked an engaging conversation about the nature of memory, "facts," truth (in fiction, nonfiction and elsewhere) and ... John Deere riding lawnmowers. Best to you--Buddy

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Hey, Buddy. Great to hear from you. And thanks for teaching my essay. I did write the poem, “Tender Mercies,” for the essay.

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Buddy Levy's Adventure History's avatar

Really powerful poem man. And powerful, poignant piece. Looking forward to your next installment.

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Marcia Lovelace's avatar

Sometimes the only way to get at Truth is through fiction--and nothing is as true as tender mercies. I sometimes think one great underlying danger of our age is the incapacity to live into the uncertainty and Mystery. The True Believers are killing us--and the planet. Thank you!

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Yup, the True Believers…

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Renee Soleil's avatar

The tender mercies of loving a parent. Beautiful.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Thank you, Renee.

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Vel Gerth's avatar

like how you continue to make my tears warm and honest.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Thank you, Vel.

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Gael Riverz's avatar

Easily one of your best, and most relatable (for me) yet. My eldest daughter is a Moth storyteller who entwines lies and truth in front of an audience. And her stories of the crimes perpetrated by her brothers, sister, and her make me wonder if I slept through their youth. But her siblings whisper that she must be crazy, and that makes me laugh.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

I’m easily the most crazy sibling!

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Wayne Kigerl's avatar

The collation of the cluttered mind leads to many honest liars.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Some of us are hoarders of physical clutter. Some of us are hoarders of spiritual clutter. Some of are hoarders of memory clutter. I’m all three.

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Wayne Kigerl's avatar

Children, on the other hand, are just crazy.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Hahaha

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Wayne Kigerl's avatar

GREAT story, btw.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Thank you!

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Steve Lovelace's avatar

Loved the misremembering. My sister and I definitely have different memories of events in our youth. Loved it all, then, you hit me with the last poem and made me cry. Thank you Sherman.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Thanks, Steve.

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Kathy Morefield's avatar

Omigod, this is a fantastic story! I love it!

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Thanks, Kathy.

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Dan Hunt's avatar

This is one of my favorite entries. I audibly laughed at your Sears incredulity!

Also, your dad reminds me of George Jones getting around on his John Deere once the DUI consequences started catching up with him.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Oh, man! I forgot about George Jones doing that! Now I’m wondering if I fused my father with George Jones!

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Yelling at Clouds's avatar

hopefully not a blood test.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Hahahaha

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Jay Lenzi's avatar

The poems about your father always hit me in the feels! I love the misremembering of the origin of the riding mower. It fits bc a heroic machine needs a great origin story!

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Thank you! That lawnmower is Clark Kent and Superman!

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KJ's avatar

There's a fascinating study of this phenomenon. Our brains are so weird! https://link.springer.com/content/pdf/10.3758%2FBF03196318.pdf

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

I read the introduction. Yes, our minds are fascinating and easily fooled. I remain boggled that courts can still sentence people to prison and/or to death only based on eyewitness testimony. We’re all terrible eyewitnesses!

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Elena Solow's avatar

You will be tenderly missed by me, and I don’t even know you. I loved that movie about the man who rode his lawn ower across country. I saw it at least twice. I always tell you that I love the music at the beginning and end. I live for your poems and stories. Take my mind off Ukraine for a short while. I don’t care about how expensive gas is. Get a life. Take a bus or walk.😷🌻

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Elena, you are so kind. Thank you.

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Yelling at Clouds's avatar

It's the poets we rely on to make a life worth remembering. Creative license. God depends on it. In fact, God might just be one of those poems.

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Sherman Alexie's avatar

Is there a driving test to get a creative license?

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