For the first time, I spent four days watching a movie, from Tuesday to yesterday. Perhaps because the film itself is a day-to-day life, it doesn't feel disconnected. I finish my own things every day and then pick it up and watch it when I have time. I watch a little bit every day, and I watch a little bit every day. The life line in the movie is intertwined with my real life line, which is a wonderful feeling.
Anyway, it's an interesting story.
The hero Paterson is a bus driver who loves to write poetry. He has the same name as Xiaocheng. His family members include his girlfriend Laura and a stupid dog Marvin.
Laura is a quirky and energetic girl. Her ideals change once a day. She likes to paint various black and white totems at home. She likes to suddenly buy a guitar online to learn, and she likes to create all kinds of new styles of her own. The recipe, after taking the cake she baked to sell at the farmers market, happily took Paterson to dinner and a movie with the newly-earned money.
Paterson lives a movie-like repetition every day: waking up from his lover in the morning, having breakfast, going to work, going to get off work, having dinner, walking the dog, going to the bar for a drink, then going home, repeating the same thing the next day as every day before the same life.
The only thing that is different from other bus drivers is that he loves to write poetry. On the bus, by the waterfall, in the basement of his home, whenever he thought of something, he would take out the "secret notes book" he carried with him and write a sentence or two.
Poetry seems to be a part of life for him. The monotonous and boring life day after day did not give him irritability and vulgarity, but gave him a gentle heart. He is good at finding small details in ordinary days. He writes about matchboxes, about daylight, about the little boy clenching his mother's hand, about Laura before he wakes up in the morning, about the songs his grandfather sang, and about the poem itself.
Poetry itself is the re-creation of life. Paterson has found a certain balance between life and poetry, constantly changing his identity in two time and space. After experiencing self-doubt about his identity, he strengthened his belief in writing poetry by himself. "secret notes book" was bitten into a pile of confetti by Marvin. He was sad, doubted, and lost. After receiving a gift notebook from a Japanese poet, he wrote his first poem again under the waterfall.
When Laura comforted him, he said something: "They were just words, written on water." When I read it for the first time, I was puzzled, thinking that there was a problem with the translation. Later, when I pulled the progress bar back, I realized that there was nothing wrong. What Paterson said was indeed "written on water."
After watching the movie, I saw an explanation from a netizen. The epitaph of the English poet Keats reads: "Here lies one whose name was writ in water."
I was suddenly a little overwhelmed and moved, and was tightly wrapped in the poet's tender and extreme romance.
The reason why poetry is poetry is that it is a hymn of life, and it is also a heart full of fanatical blood that loves poetry. We write poetry because we love everything deeply.
"They were just words, written on water."
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