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Authors: Marilyn Monroe
things I felt then
I do know
ways people
act unconvent
iona
lly—mainly
myself—do not be afraid of
my sensiti
v
ity or to
use it—for I
can & will channel it + crazy thoughts too
I want to do my scene or exercises
([illegible] idiotic as they seem)
as sincer
e
ly aspossibleI
can knowing and showing
how
I know
it is also—
no
matter
—what they might
think—or judge from it
I can and will help
myself and work on
things anal
y
tically no
matter how painful—if I
forget things (the uncon
scious
wants to
forget—I will only try to remember)
Discipline—Concentration
my body is my body every part of it.
feel what I feel
within myself—that is trying to
become aware of it
also what I feel in others
not being ashamed of my
feeling, thoughts—or ideas
realize the thingthat
they are—
having a sense of myself
Marilyn reading
To the Actor
by Michael Chekhov, New York, 1955 Marilyn writing at home, May 1953
WALDORF-ASTORIA STATIONERY
1955
Marilyn Monroe’s immense popular appeal had at last been recognized by the Hollywood elite, who had gathered together at a party given in her honor by Charles Feldman, the producer of
The Seven Year Itch
, on November 6, 1954, at the Beverly Hills Romanoff. Still dissatisfied with what Hollywood had to offer, Marilyn decided to leave the West Coast for New York and set up Marilyn Monroe Productions with the photographer Milton Greene. This was a tremendous challenge to the all-powerful studios and a gesture for which she would never really be fully forgiven. From then on her life would swing between the West Coast and the East Coast, a contest between the movie-star image and the cultural and artistic self-invention that the Actors Studio and her New York acquaintances made possible. After a few weeks spent at the Gladstone Hotel, she stayed in a three-room suite on the twenty-seventh floor of the Waldorf-Astoria from April to September 1955. The following documents were written on this prestigious hotel’s stationery. They include a long prose poem, the account of a nightmarish dream that is full of surprises (not least her drama teacher turning into a surgeon), thoughts and notes about what Lee Strasberg had said (she misspelled his name with a double “s”) during the classes she attended at the Actors Studio, the draft of a letter to a certain “Claude,” and a list of song titles. Some of these documents are discontinuous, and the links between texts, which might have been written in any order, have been left to the reader’s discernment.
Sad, sweet trees—
I wish for you—rest
but you must be wakeful
Sooooo many lights in the darkness
making skeletons of buildings
and life in the streets
The thingsWhatwerewas it I thought about yesterday
downin the streets?
Itnowseems so far awayup herelong ago
and moonso full and dark.
It’s betterI learnedthey told me as a child what it was
for I could notguess it orunderstand it now.
Noisesfromof impatience from cab drivers always driving who
must drive—hot, dusty,snowingicy streets so they
can eat, and perhaps save for a vacation, in which they
willcan drive their wives all the way across the
country to see her relatives.
Then the river—the part made of pepsi cola—the park—thank god for the park
Yet I am not looking at these things
I’m looking for my lover
It’s good they told me what
the moon was when I was a child.