電影《派特森》影評：派特森

We have plenty of matches in our house

We keep them on hand always

Currently our favorite brand is Ohio Blue Tip

though we used to prefer Diamond brand

That was before we discovered Ohio Blue Tip matches

They are excellently packaged, sturdy

little boxes with dark and light blue and white labels

with words lettered in the shape of a megaphone

as if to say even louder to the world

"Here is the most beautiful match in the world,

its one-and-a-half-inch soft pine stem capped

by a grainy dark purple head, so sober and furious

and stubbornly ready to burst into flame

lighting , perhaps, the cigarette of the woman you love,

for the first time, and it was never really the same after that

All this will we give you."

That is what you gave me,I

become the cigarette and you the match , or I

the match and you the cigarette, blazing

with kisses that smoulder toward heaven.

Poem

I'm in the house.

It's nice out:warm

sun on cold snow.

First day of spring

or last of winter.

My legs run up

the stairs and out

the door, my top

half here writing.

Glow

When i wake up earlier than you and you

are turned to face me, face

on the pillow and hair spread around,

I take a chance and stare at you,

amazed in love and afraid

that you might open your eyes and have

the daylights scared out of you.

But maybe with the daylights gone

you'd see how much my chest and head

implode for you, their voices trapped

inside like unborn children fearing

they will never see the light of day.

The opening in the wall now dimly glows

its rainy blue and gray. I tie my shoes

and go downstairs to put the coffee on.

The Run

I go through

trillions of molecules

that move aside

to make way for me

while on both sides

trillions more

stay where they are.

The windshield wiper blade starts to squeak.

The rain has stopped.

I stop.

On the corner

a boy

in a yellow raincoat

holding his mother;s hand.

Pumpkin

My little pumpkin,

I like to think about other girls sometimes,

but the truth is

if you ever left me

I'd tear my heart out

and never put it back.

There'll never be anyone like you.

How embarrassing.

The Line

There's an old song

my grandfather used to sing

that has the question,

"Or would you rather be a fish?"

In the same song

is the same question

but with a mule and a pig,

but the one I hear sometimes

in my head is the fish one.

Just that one line

Would you rather be a fish?

As if the rest of the song

didn't have to be there.

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Another One

When you’re a child you learn there are three dimensions

Height, width and depth

Like a shoebox

Then later you hear there’s a fourth dimension

Time

Hmm

Then some say there can be five, six, seven…I knock off work

Have a beer at the bar

I look down at the glass and feel glad