Mr P

This movie seems to me to be about the human ground of being, which is poetry, no matter the form: written word, spoken word, words in thought, acting and drama, chess, music and dreams of stardom, household decoration, and cupcakes. Just listening to the voices on a bus is an act of being there with the poetry that makes living worth the difficulty. If fact, it seems to me that the human world is really made of poetry, and Patterson shows it.