The movie "Paterson" is a typical literary film that tells the life of bus driver Paterson for a week. Patterson's life is simple and ordinary, even monotonous, but he writes poetry every day in the trivialities of daily life: when he drives the bus along the same route through the city, the city scenery changes on the windshield. After composing the poems in his mind, he also liked to listen to the few words of the passengers, and then write what he saw and heard in the language of poetry in his poetry notebook.
Although Patterson is a driver, he has a quiet and reserved philosophical temperament. In his eyes, all the joys, sorrows and joys in life can be regarded as part of poetry. After dinner every day, Patterson will go out to walk his dog, and he will sit for a while in a familiar bar and drink a glass of beer. , chatting with people, whether it is himself or others, there will always be problems of one kind or another in life, and he is just a bystander and recorder of it all.
Compared with the quiet and delicate Patterson, Patterson’s wife Laura is a imaginative artist. All kinds of weird ideas flash through her head every day. She draws various black and white totems on curtains, walls and even her own clothes. Laura can bake cakes and sell them on the street, and she also suddenly wants to pick up a guitar and want to be a singer. Laura She doesn't pay much attention to cooking, but Patterson has never complained except for frowning slightly. No matter how good a woman is, she always has shortcomings, just like good days and bad days are part of life.
Laura repeatedly persuaded Patterson to publish a collection of poems, but Patterson always delayed it. One day, Patterson and Laura went out for dinner. Patterson casually placed the notebook in which he wrote poetry on the sofa. When they returned home, they were surprised to find that the pet dog had torn Patterson's poetry notebook into pieces. In pieces, all the poems Patterson had written over the years were destroyed. Looking at the shreds of paper all over the house, Patterson was extremely sad, and Laura was also very upset. But in order to comfort Laura, Patterson pretended to be understated and said: it is just words on the water. But if poetry is just a sentence written on water, everything will be fleeting and poetry will be in vain after all. Then what is the point of Patterson's poetry?
Patterson, who had lost his poetry collection, was walking alone on the street, thinking hard about the meaning of writing poetry. When he was sitting on the bank of the river in a daze, he unexpectedly met a poet from Japan. , a Japanese poet said he came here because he liked the poetry of William Carlos Williams, and this was Williams' hometown. Patterson was pleasantly surprised and said that he also liked Williams' poetry, and the two hit it off and the chatter became happier.
Patterson’s love for Williams actually represents director Jim Jarmusch’s personal love for Williams: “An important poetic proposition of William Carlos Williams is” To put things in perspective, his creative characteristics include: insisting on using spoken language, treating poetry writing as speaking, using loose and short sentences, describing images concisely and clearly, opposing complicated wording, and resisting obscure symbolic systems. "Precisely because of Director Jia's high regard for poets, this poetic film will inevitably be tainted with a similar temperament, such as a high degree of attention to daily life, a cold and contented attitude." This shows Williams. The poetic and aesthetic concepts are consistent throughout the film.
Before leaving, the Japanese poet gave Patterson a blank notebook and said meaningfully: sometimes, empty space has more possibilities....
Poetry is everywhere , but invisible. Only eyes that are good at discovery and a quiet and simple heart can see the infinite possibilities of poetry in the ordinary and trivial.
This chance encounter restored Patterson’s confidence in creation. He still went to work day after day, walked his dog, and ate his wife’s bad pie, but he still loved writing poetry and loving This ordinary and monotonous life has hidden miracles everywhere.
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