Some movies have a way of lingering with you. I saw such a movie recently called “Paterson”. There was no plot. Paterson is an introverted poet with an externally boring Life as a bus driver. He Lives in a town of the same name, Paterson NJ. On the surface his life is inconsequential, boring and painfully routine. He writes poems that are Zen like and reflect a deep mindfulness. He is detached and yet very porous, taking everything in with an artists sensitivity and connectivity. He refuses to get a smart phone and does not mind being trapped in a mind numbing blue collar job. He has the inner freedom and solitude of an urban monk. Every little detail seems alive with depth and curiosity. The feel of paper turning in a notebook, the click of a pen, are magnified by the director. This is how I feel and see the world at times, but only at times when I slow down, and allow life to expand, can this mindfulness arise. It’s about getting underneath ideas into “this ness” and being.
Jun 10, 2017