Paterson is calm and thoughtful. It is almost impossible to upset him. He follows basically the same routine every day. Gets up. Has cereal for breakfast. Drives his city bus route. Listens to his passengers talk to one another. Listens to his supervisor complain about his life. Goes home. Eats the supper his wife has prepared and listens to her tell him about her latest creative project- decorating cupcakes, making curtains or learning to play country music on the guitar. Takes his wife’s dog Marvin for a walk. Stops at the local pub for one beer and a chat with the bartender. Goes back home. Goes to bed.
But while Paterson is doing all these seemingly routine things he is also intimately observing the world around him, carefully considering every little thing he sees and listening thoughtfully to what people say. And then he writes poetry about his observations and reflections in a small brown notebook he keeps with him almost all the time. He rarely shows his wife these poems, never shows them or reads them to anyone else, and despite his wife’s constant urging never makes copies of them.
Paterson was the main character in a movie we saw last Sunday. The film moves quite slowly but in doing so invites the viewer to become calm and watch the story unfolding on the screen in the careful, patient, observant way of the film’s protagonist.
In conversation with my brother who saw the film with me, I realized that although my personality is quite different from Paterson’s we have some similarities. I also like to observe, listen, think and write about things I encounter each day. But unlike Paterson, who keeps his writing to himself, I have a need to share mine with others. Hence this blog.