Last Night, I Think

Tuesday night Julie and I watched Paterson. When it ended I said to Julie that I was so struck that I really didn’t know what to say to her. She said, “I understand.” It’s sure rare, isn’t it, when someone “gets you”?

The poems in the film are by Ron Padgett. He’s been a friend I’ve never met. There’s a conversation between him and the director Jim Jarmusch. Padgett says to him something like “I knew you were trying for the big bucks when you told me that you were going to make a film about poetry.”

I hope I get to see you at The Red Dock, 6pm, August 8.

Last Night, I Think

During the storm,
I wondered
about gathering
all the drops.
From there it
took off into all
this other stuff: light
on the underside
of leaves, what
rust peels away,
the space between
musical notes. I forgot
what time it was; I
wrote that down.
When I was a kid
I loved plus signs
and hummingbirds
in the honeysuckle.
I have jars filled
with words my
father left behind.

–Jack Ridl

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7 thoughts on “Last Night, I Think

  1. Pledged I would not beleaguer you with a response this week, except, even so, quickly, I relish the films of Jim Jarmusch; esp. Ghost Dog and Broken Flowers. Adding Paterson to our queue. Anticipating the Red Dock event. C >

    • Oh man, I cannot wait to talk with you about Paterson.
      And it’ll be soooo good to be with you all at The Red Dock. It’s
      my meager way to say thanks.

  2. This poem is going to help me, the next time I lie awake, do something other than worry about my children, my spouse, my health, the mistreated dog down the street… Thank you (again), Jack.

    • I am so glad, Gayle, not about the worry, but that maybe, just
      maybe, in this little way I can comfort.
      Thank YOU for telling me, my Friend.

  3. Resounding last line! So many resonating tones in this, Jack. Immediately I am thinking, “Said, or unsaid?” There were many things not discussed in our household, tribulations were expected and there to be endured. Light on the undersides of leaves- yes. It is there. We just have to look up from our ‘enduring.’ You are such a blessing!

    Sent from my iPhone


    • I shivered, I did, as I read this, Beth. For many reasons.
      And to have you who understands the ripples of ultimate implications
      in my tiny poems keeps the poetry in my vision and my heart.
      I am ever grateful.

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