給超市迷的小紙條

某種程度而言超市與圖書館對我的意義是一樣的，但超市和麵包店則又有些微的不同。關於麵包店的故事只有一則，是瑞蒙卡佛的短篇〈有用的小事〉，收在《浮世男女》，時報出版。小時候看的，長大了沒忘記，反而很常想起。
但關於超市就有很多可說，譬如Pulp的那首Common People，富家女要她的無產情人帶她去逛超市，實現她的貧窮幻想(真討厭！)。六呎第四季預告也在超市，配Feeling Good，且是Nina Simone的版本，天哪。帶貓頭鷹寶寶回家以後還特別放給它聽，因為覺得貓頭鷹跟六呎很搭。不過說到超市不能不提的是新加坡B級電影Cut，關於超市與地下停車場，以及遺失的超市推車。
還有繆思出的小書《歐洲迷超市》、《亞洲瘋超市》也很奇妙，據說作者堅持要加塑膠書封這樣才能讓讀者在泡澡的時候看，可是這樣總覺得作者也跟你一起在浴缸裡，實在有點擠。那天在茉莉只有買到《歐洲迷超市》，沒有想像中好看，大概是我們品味不太相近的關係。
最新的超市收藏是Allen Ginsberg送的,好喜歡：

A Supermarket in California

by Allen Ginsberg

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumeration!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?

Berkeley, 1955