for some reason i just bought a book of marilyn monroe’s writings and poems.
and it’s really good.
‘oh damn
i wish that i were dead
absolutely nonexistent
gone away from here
from everywhere but how would i do it?
there is always bridges-
the brooklyn bridge-
but i love that bridge(everything is beautiful from there
and the air is so clean)
walking it seems peaceful
even with all the cars going crazy underneath.
so it would have to be some other bridge
an ugly one with no view-
except i like in particular all bridges-
there’s something about them
and besides
i’ve never seen an ugly bridge’
and:
‘my love sleeps besides me
in the faint light
i see his manly jaw give way,
and the mouth of his boyhood returns
with a softness softer
its sensitiveness trembling
in stillness
his must have looked out wondrously
from the cave of the little boy-
when the things he did not understand-
he forgot
but will look like this when he is dead
oh unbearable
fact inevitable
yet sooner would i rather his love die than him?’
-marilyn monroe
and the back cover is her reading ‘ulysses’. do 25 year old movie stars in 2010 read james joyce or ‘leaves of grass’? poor marilyn.
why do i only have crushes on dead women from the 50’s (sylvia plath, marilyn monroe, flannery o’connor)?
-moby