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Authors: Marilyn Monroe
What was that now—
just a moment ago—
from it was mine and
now it’s gone—like the
swift movement of a moment
gone—
maybe I’ll remember
because it felt
as though it
started to bewonderful
onlymine
Best finest surgeon—Strasberg
waits to cut me open which I don’t mind since Dr. H
has prepared me—given me anaesthetic
and has also diagnosed the case and
agrees with what has to be done—
an operation—to bring myself back to
life and to cure me of this terrible
dis-ease
whatever the hell it is—
Arthur is the only one waiting in the outer
room—worrying and hoping operation successful
for many reasons—for myself—for his play and
for himself indirectly
Hedda—concerned—keeps calling on phone during
operation—Norman—keeps stopping by hospital to
see if I’m okay but mostly to comfort Art
who is so worried—
Milton calls from big office with lots of room
and everything in good taste—and is conducting
business in a new way with style—and music
is playing and he is relaxed and enjoying himself even if
he is very worried at the same time—there’s a camera
on his desk but he doesn’t take pictures anymore except
of great paintings.
Strasberg cuts me open after Dr. H gives me
Make no more promises
make no more
explanations—if possible.
Regarding Anne Karger
after this make no
commitments or tie
myself down to engagements
in future—to save
not being able to keep
them and mostly to
avoid feeling guilty
which is now the
case.
Notes:
Anne Karger was the mother of the man sometimes identified as Marilyn's first real love, Fred Karger, whom she met in 1948 when he was a (then-married) voice coach at Columbia Pictures. She stayed on good terms with Anne all her life.
Dr. H. refers to
Dr. Margaret Hohenberg
.
Hedda Rosten had been a close friend of Marilyn’s since 1955 and became her personal assistant for a time. Norman was Hedda’s husband.
“Art” was one of the nicknames Marilyn gave to Arthur Miller.
Milton Greene took many photos of Marilyn before becoming her business partner.
anesthesia and tries in a medical way to comfort
me—everything in the room is white in fact I
can’t even see anyone just white objects—
they cut me open—Strasberg with Hohenberg’s ass.
and there is absolutely nothing there—Strasberg is
deeply disappointed but more even—academically amazed
that he had made such a mistake. He thought there was going
to be so much—more than he had ever dreamed possible in
almost anyone but
instead there was absolutely nothing—devoid
of every human living feeling thing—the only thing
that came out was so finely cut sawdust—like
out of a raggedy ann doll—and the sawdust spills
all over the floor & table and Dr. H is puzzled
because suddenly she realizes that this is a
new type caseof puple. The patient (pupil—or student—I started to write) existing of complete emptiness
Strasberg’s dreams & hopes for theater are fallen.
Dr. H’s dreams and hopes for a permanent psychiatric cure is given up—Arthur is disappointed—let down +
For D
r
H.
tell about that
dream of the horrible repulsive man—who is trying to
lean too close to me in
elevator—and my panic
and then all my thought
despising him—does that mean
I’m attached
to him
He even looks
like he has
a vener
eal
disease.