“To have survived, she would have had to be either more cynical or even further from reality than she was. Instead, she was a poet on a street corner trying to recite to a crowd pulling at her clothes.” Arthur Miller on Marilyn Monroe [Fragments, 2010. Harpercollins publishers Ltd.]
Although, I prefer her later recent book released by Harper Collins in 2010 titled ‘Fragments’, a great copy of her scribblings and documents that pay homage to her writing poetry, I thought I’d take this opportunity to express my disdain, my sadness and enigmatic wonder at the tragedy that was/is Marilyn Monroe.
The October 2011 issue of Vanity Fair is promoting and celebrating the launch of a new [art] photography book: Footage never before seen, taken by the late Bruno Bernard. A renowned Hollywood photographer, Bernard did rare and intimate portraits of Marilyn Monroe. The book, by the look of it and the links below, is pretty spectacular.
Oh silence why
don’t/aren’t you still soothe me
sounds drums stillness hurt my ears head-and
jars my head with the stillness of
on the screen of pitch blackness
comes/reappears the shapes of monsters
my most steadfast companions–
is throbbing with unrest
turns it route in
the opposite another direction
whole world is sleeping
ah peace I need you–even a