Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters

Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters

Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters

Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters


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Fragments is an event—an unforgettable book that will redefine one of the greatest icons of the twentieth century and that, nearly fifty years after her death, will definitively reveal Marilyn Monroe's humanity.

Marilyn's image is so universal that we can't help but believe we know all there is to know of her. Every word and gesture made headlines and garnered controversy. Her serious gifts as an actor were sometimes eclipsed by her notoriety—and by the way the camera fell helplessly in love with her.

Beyond the headlines—and the too-familiar stories of heartbreak and desolation—was a woman far more curious, searching, witty, and hopeful than the one the world got to know. Now, for the first time, readers can meet the private Marilyn and understand her in a way we never have before. Fragments is an unprecedented collection of written artifacts—notes to herself, letters, even poems—in Marilyn's own handwriting, never before published, along with rarely seen intimate photos.

Jotted in notebooks, typed on paper, or written on hotel letterhead, these texts reveal a woman who loved deeply and strove to perfect her craft. They show a Marilyn Monroe unsparing in her analysis of her own life, but also playful, funny, and impossibly charming. The easy grace and deceptive lightness that made her performances indelible emerge on the page, as does the simmering tragedy that made her last appearances so affecting.

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ISBN-13: 9780374533786
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Publication date: 10/16/2012
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 113,751
Product dimensions: 7.08(w) x 9.60(h) x 0.66(d)

About the Author

Marilyn Monroe was the defining actress of her age. Born in Los Angeles in 1926, Monroe first gained notice for small but memorable roles in The Asphalt Jungle and All About Eve in 1950. Over the next decade, she starred in numerous films, including Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Some Like It Hot, How to Marry a Millionaire, and The Seven Year Itch. Acclaimed for these and many other performances, Monroe also studied with Lee Strasberg at the Actors Studio. She died in 1962.

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Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters

By Marilyn Monroe, Stanley Buchthal, Bernard Comment

Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Copyright © 2010 LSAS International, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-8840-7




Norma Jeane married James Dougherty when she turned sixteen, the age of consent in California, on June 19, 1942, thereby escaping the threat of being returned to an orphanage when her foster family moved out of state. Dougherty was born in April 1921 and was five years older than she was. At the end of 1943, the young couple settled for a few months on Catalina Island off the coast of Los Angeles, a fashionable resort before the war. It is likely that this long note, uncharacteristically typed, was written at this time. One can't help being surprised, even impressed, by the maturity of this seventeen-year-old girl, whose feelings of disillusionment are plain from the first sentence, as she examines her marriage and what she expects from life, and faces the fear of her husband's betrayal. Nevertheless, the disjointedness of the text reveals turbulent emotions. The "other woman" she mentions might be a reference to Doris Ingram, her young husband's former girlfriend and a Santa Barbara beauty queen. The couple were divorced on September 13, 1946.


Marilyn Monroe wrote poemlike texts or fragments on loose-leaf paper and in notebooks. She showed her work only to intimate friends, in particular to Norman Rosten, a college friend of Arthur Miller with whom she became very close. A Brooklyn-based novelist, he encouraged Marilyn to continue writing. In the book he wrote about her (Marilyn Among Friends), he concluded, "She had the instinct and reflexes of the poet, but she lacked the control."

It is likely that the poetic form, or more generally the fragment, allowed her to express short, lightning bursts of feeling — but who could hear that frail voice, the very opposite of the radiant star? Arthur Miller wrote strikingly: "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."

    Life —
    I am of both of your directions
    Somehow remaining hanging downward
    the most
    but strong as a cobweb in the
    wind — I exist more with the cold glistening frost.
    But my beaded rays have the colors I've
    seen in a paintings — ah life they
    have cheated you

Note: Marilyn apparently wrote several variations on the theme of the twofold course of life ("life in both directions") and the delicate, sometimes invisible "cobweb," revealed by dew and resistant to wind — in particular a poem entitled "To the Weeping Willow" that was published in Norman Rosten's book about Marilyn: "I stood beneath your limbs / And you flowered and finally / clung to me, / and when the wind struck with the earth / and sand — you clung to me. / Thinner than a cobweb I, / sheerer than any — / but it did attach itself / and held fast in strong winds / life — of which at singular times / I am both of your directions — / somehow I remain hanging downward the most, / as both of your directions pull me."

    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 — no not the Brooklyn Bridge
    becauseBut I love that bridge (everything is beautiful from there
    and the air is so clean) walking it seems
    peacefulthere even with all those
    cars going crazy underneath. So
    it would have to be some other bridge
    an ugly one and with no view — except
    Iparticularly like in particular all bridges — there's some
    thing about them and besides these I've
    never seen an ugly bridge

    Stones on the walk
    every color there is
    I stare down at you
    like those the a horizon —
    the space / the air is between us beckoning
    and I am many stories besides up
    my feet are frightened
    from my as I grasp for towards you

    Only parts of us will ever
    touch only parts of others —
    one's own truth is just
    that really — one's own truth.
    We can only share the
    part that is understood by within another's knowing acceptable to
    the other — therefore so one
    is for most part alone.
    As it is meant to be in evidently in nature — at best though perhaps it could make
    our understanding seek
    another's loneliness out.

    I can't really stand Human
    Beings sometimes — I know
    they all have their problems
    as I have mine — but I'm really too tired for it. Trying to understand,
    making allowances, seeing certain things
    that just weary me.

    On Hospital gowns

    My bare
    (darrie) derrire
    is out the air
    in the air
    when I'm not aware
    Handel Concertos
    Vivaldi Concertos
    Benny Goodman

    My (pair)

    Last 6 — quartets
    Ravel — the Waltz
    Bartok — quartets of his
    continued on other side
    of list of records



As she often did, Marilyn filled only a few pages of this notebook, about twelve out of the hundred and fifty it contains and at obviously distinct periods. The first pages open with a heartfelt "Alone!!!" followed by reflections on fear and feelings that can't be put into words; these were probably jotted down in response to acting classes, which may have been those given by Michael Chekhov that she started attending in September 1951. On page 135 of the notebook, there is a poignant text about the panicky fear that sometimes overtook her when she was about to shoot a scene because of her dread of disappointing; her deep-seated sense that, despite the good work she had done, the bad outweighed it, sapping her confidence. Here the language is very strong: "depressed mad."

On page 146, she jotted down in pencil one of the few lines she delivered in Love Nest (1951), a film by Joseph M. Newman, in the supporting but nonetheless crucial role of Roberta Stevens, who was the former wartime (girl?)friend of the hero, Jim Scott. The notes on pages 148 and 149 of the notebook indicate diligent reading on the Florentine Renaissance, unless they are class notes from courses she attended at UCLA in the fall of 1950, after she had already begun acting in films. However, this school-like exercise is surrounded by an older story that most likely preceded her star status, as she writes of traveling in a crowded bus. Could this have been the same bus in which she met sixty likable Italian sailors, then a headily perfumed Filipino boy, ending up, half-crushed by a sleeping five-year-old almost slipping from his young mother's arms, in the middle of sailors far too young to feel sad?

    I am alone — I am always
    no matter what.

    Look Mag
    Hu 27291
    Rupert Allan

    There is nothing to fear
    but fear itself
    What do I believe in
    What is truth
    I believe in myself
    even my most delicate
    intangible feelings
    in the end everything is
    my most precious liquid must
    never spill don't spill your precious liquid
    life force
    they are all my feelings
    no matter what

    My feeling doesn't
    happen to swell
    into words —

Note: Rupert Allan met Marilyn in 1959. As the West Coast editor of Look magazine, he had secured Marilyn her first cover photo, which appeared on June 3, 1952. This may explain her reference "Look Mag." Subsequently, Rupert Allan became Marilyn's press agent and remained such up until the end of the filming of The Misfits, when he accepted Grace Kelly's offer to work for her in Monaco.

    Actress must have no mouth
    no feet
    shoulder girdle hangs light
    focus my thought on
    the partner —
    feeling in the end of
    my fingers

    Nothing must come
    between me and my
    part — my feeling —
    The feeling only
    getting rid of everything
    my mind speaks
    no looks
    body only
    letting go — face feeling

    no attitude
    listening to the body for
    the feeling
    listen with the eyes
    loose — having no brakes
    letting go of everything.
    feeling only — all I have to
    do is think it. How do
    I hear the melody — the
    Tone springs from emotion
    Tone — groans and moans — "I'm (animals — "down to the hogs")
    so sick" — hums from
    with cat — hum — nice kitty soft.

    starts from below my feet
    feet — all in my feet.

    What is my pantomime playing with
    How is my head?

    as if I might never
    speak move

    letting go.
    down down in back.
    pulling up from here.
    right tension stomach
    [illegible] only

    Fear of giving me the lines new
    maybe won't be able to learn them
    maybe I'll make mistakes
    people will either think I'm no good or
    laugh or belittle me or think I can't act.
    Women looked stern and critical —
    unfriendly and cold in general
    afraid director won't think I'm any good.
    remembering when I couldn't do a god
    damn thing.

    then trying to build myself up with the
    fact that I have done things right that
    were even good and have had moments
    that were excellent but the bad is heavier
    to carry around and feel have no confidence
    depressed mad

    Pardon me
    are you the janitor's

    caught a Greyhound
    Bus from Monterey
    to Salinas. On the
    Bus I was the only person
    woman with about
    sixty italian fishermen
    and I've never met
    sixty such charming gentlemen — they
    were wonderful. Some
    company was sending them
    downstate where their boats
    and (they hoped) fish were
    waiting for them. Some
    could hardly speak english
    not only do I love Greeks
    [illegible] I love Italians.
    they're so warm, lusty and friendly
    as hell — I'd love to go to
    Italy someday.


The sentence of the notebook is one of the few lines Marilyn had to say in Love Nest (1951), so we may assume that these notes — at any rate, the ones written in pencil — date from the same period.

In February 1948, Marilyn went to the California towns of Salinas and Castroville in order to promote diamond sales in two jewelry stores. She stayed at the Jeffery Hotel in Salinas for a week.

    Medici 1400 AD–1748
    Prototype — first type
    Giovanni di Bicci first foundling home
    Bronze doors in the
    in Florence 1424
    Ghiberti 23 perspective
    used his great architect
    Brunelleschi 22
    Donatello 1386–1466
    Masaccio 1401–1428 father of modern art (reality
    poverty careless about his painting)
    life except his painting —
    Giovanni di Bicci responsible
    for him. His work never recognized
    until after his death.
    The Pantheon — temple
    Greek philosophy — golden mean
    (neither too big — or too small)
    kept ousted old pope
    gave money for temples for Brunelleschi
    elected him Signoria
    Gonfaloniere (governing body)
    Grande — nobles

    Macchiavelli (1469–1527) Botticelli

    damn near broke my back
    and dislocated my neck trying not to
    sleep all over the filipino boy
    Moved my seat when a
    [illegible] left the bus — the
    only empty seat so
    I left mine for so the
    girl could sit her kid
    down and I took the
    other seat. It was next to
    a filipino boy and
    he smelled good like


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Table of Contents

Editors' note vii

Personal note (1943) 5

Undated poems 15

"Record" black notebook (around 1951) 33

Other "Record" notebook (around 1955) 51

Waldorf-Astoria stationery (1955) 69

Italian agenda (1955 or 1956) 89

Parkside House stationery (1956) 105

Roxbury notes (1958) 125

Red livewire notebook (1958) 135

Fragments and notes 149

Kitchen notes (1955 or 1956) 175

Lee and Paula Strasberg 185

Letter to Dr. Hohenberg (1956) 201

Letter to Dr. Greenson (1961) 205

Written answers to an interview (1962) 217


Some books from Marilyn Monroe's personal library 226

The favorite photo 228

Funeral eulogy Lee Strasberg 231

Chronology 232

Literary constellation 234

Acknowledgments 237

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