Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Norman Mailer wrote in his biography of Marilyn Monroe that..
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."
but do we really know the real Marilyn?
she lived type cast her as a dumb blond.
wonderful images so you can see her as she really was...
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.
you're a human being, you feel, you suffer."
"Dreaming about being an actress, is more exciting then being one."
"Fame will go by and, so long, I've had you, fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle. So at least it's something I experience, but that's not where I live."
thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul."
"I don't mind living in a man's world as long as I can be a woman in it."
or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else."
"I restore myself when I'm alone."
'Men are so willing to respect anything that bores them."
whole superstructure with no foundation but I'm working on the foundation."
to my movie idols turn into dull and little people."
especially when one is tired, hurt and bewildered."
"I've never dropped anyone I believed in."
O, Time
Be Kind
Help this weary being
To forget what is sad to remember
Loose my loneliness,
Ease my mind,
I am of both your directions
Existing more with the cold frost
Strong as a cobweb in the wind
Hanging downward the most
Somehow remaining
those beaded rays have the colours
I've seen in paintings-ah life
they have cheated you
thinner than a cobweb's thread
sheerer than any-
but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
and singed by the leaping hot fires
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
"If you can't handle me at my worst then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
Night of the Nite-soothing-
Darkness-refreshes-Air
Seems different-Night has
No eyes nor no one-Silence-
except to the Night itself
I Could Have Loved You Once
I could have loved you once
and even said it
But you went away,
When you came back it was too late
And love was a forgotten word.
Remember?
I left my home of green rough wood,
A blue velvet couch.
I dream till now
A shiny dark bush
Just left of the door.
Down the walk
Clickity clack
As my doll in her carriage
Went over the cracks-
"We'll go far away."
II
Don't cry my doll
Don't cry
I hold you and rock you to sleep
Hush hush
I'm pretending now
I'm not your mother who died.
III
Help help
Help I feel life coming closer
When all I want to do is die.
From Time To Time
From time to time
I make it rhyme
but don't hold that kind
of thing
against
me-
Oh well, what the hell,
so it won't sell.
What I want to tell-
is what's on my mind:
'taint Dishes,
'taint Wishes,
it's thoughts
flinging by
before I die-
and to think
in ink.
Good nite Sleep
and sweet repose
Where ever you lay your head-
I hope you find your nose-
My sex is ice cream
come to me
there's a tender dream
to share
I'm every man's love affair
with America
sweet angel of sex
sugar of sex
generous
adventuresome
forgiving
compliant
and tender
I ask no price
I'm waiting between the sheets
a rare sexy morning
take me
I'm easy
I'm happy
child-goddess nymphet
child of the universe
my skin glowing
my undergarment
I'm an angel of sex, you bet
and as the poet says
when you drink a beer to me
(even yet)
Let a smile come to your lips.
You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
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