Love this so much. I had so many thoughts after reading it. My twin brothers-in-law, the most self absorbed people I know, leaving their biscuits and gravy mess on the table at the hotel in Iowa for that lovely lady who cared for the breakfast area to clean up, like the world is there to serve them. (I cleaned it up, for her and not for them). Trip through the Denver airport just yesterday. But most of all, the Gunter Grass poem about the dirt under our fingernails which reaches a different conclusion, that we are all alone with our gross bodily functions.
It is such a gift to see your name in my inbox on the regular. I so miss seeing you at readings in Seattle (I am now a librarian at an international school in Malawi). I still tell my students the story of how after visiting my classroom at Ballard High School you hand wrote answers to the list of 21 questions my one Indian student was too shy to ask you when you were there. I was so incredibly touched when I found those answers in my box at school, and it meant the world to my student. That kindness, and your lovely humor, define you for me. And I can forever count on the Absolutely True Diary to capture every male reluctant reader I have ever turned onto your book. So thank you, thank you, thank you. Like you, I am striving to accept both the horrors and the joys.
Thank you Sherman. In my poems or prose I can only write of a third or less of stanzas. But yes you do this. The stuff you do now and in the authorship of the past is vital and strong. Thanks.
Your poetry amazes, Sherman Alexie. So does your soul. Thank you for gracing this world with your beauty.
Great diagnosis, sometimes you have to look at the poop to know what’s going on inside
Love this so much. I had so many thoughts after reading it. My twin brothers-in-law, the most self absorbed people I know, leaving their biscuits and gravy mess on the table at the hotel in Iowa for that lovely lady who cared for the breakfast area to clean up, like the world is there to serve them. (I cleaned it up, for her and not for them). Trip through the Denver airport just yesterday. But most of all, the Gunter Grass poem about the dirt under our fingernails which reaches a different conclusion, that we are all alone with our gross bodily functions.
You are a lovely man! Thanks!
I just love how you’ve unfolded all that life from within the orange peel and then neatly re-packaged it in another skin!
I’d be interested to know if you wrote that while you waited at the airport? Hope you don’t mind that enquiry.
Good thing we can see (if we allow it) the human behind the slime. A super power due to evolution or the divine?
You are sweet soul Sherman!
World awash 😊
It is such a gift to see your name in my inbox on the regular. I so miss seeing you at readings in Seattle (I am now a librarian at an international school in Malawi). I still tell my students the story of how after visiting my classroom at Ballard High School you hand wrote answers to the list of 21 questions my one Indian student was too shy to ask you when you were there. I was so incredibly touched when I found those answers in my box at school, and it meant the world to my student. That kindness, and your lovely humor, define you for me. And I can forever count on the Absolutely True Diary to capture every male reluctant reader I have ever turned onto your book. So thank you, thank you, thank you. Like you, I am striving to accept both the horrors and the joys.
Love this. From the sticky orange peels to small subtle irritations but in the end being ok with it all.
Thank you Sherman. In my poems or prose I can only write of a third or less of stanzas. But yes you do this. The stuff you do now and in the authorship of the past is vital and strong. Thanks.
Interesting how a writing can be both gross and beautiful at the same time! Thank you!
I know that I’m one of them, too. The judgey, it burns.
Ew aw ew aw ew awwwwwwwww.
I was just wondering if it was ok to talk about sexual conduct. You confirmed, only other people’s lol
My mother always said, “It takes all kinds.”
Thanks for the reminder.
I love you, Sherman. Some people love cats. I am not saying I would go that far.