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I notice everything like your disapproval
of the shoes I choose to wear. They are comfortable
but I look terrible to you in my Nike
trainers and so to keep you happy I buy boots
that I don’t want and I don’t particularly like.
I get outside the shop, put them on. They’re too small.
I didn’t care about the shoes you were wearing.
All that mattered to me was spending time with you.
They are buried now somewhere in my wardrobe
because although they are very comfortable
and in very good condition I won’t wear them
anymore because you chose to criticise my
choice in shoes and I didn’t want to be a huge
embarrassment to you. It made me feel quite bad
but I don’t think it entered your mind. All you saw
were shoes you didn’t like not the person in them.
A long white stretching corridor
is where I find myself walking.
I’ve been here before semi-conscious.
Clamming in fear every time as
The presence surrounds me crushing.
I try to flee with lead legs and
silver beads fall from my head, as
motion slow I try to make it
to the door. Panic urging me
to escape the faceless ghosts as
curtains blow somewhere I need to
return to. Confounded my hand
on the handle I look back eyes
wide and open the door only
to not know, which way to go. Sobbing
staircases coiling to some place
escaping. Each stair I tread on
I feel it coming ever closer.
Desperately reaching the top to
find more doors to open in dread.
Certain I will evermore be
lost here searching for a way out.
Despondent and reckless I run
trying each door in futile hope.
Until guided by an angel
that I cannot see, I find my
way back to sanity through
a doorway that I shut firmly.
With sheets crumpled and matted hair
I dream now of much sweeter things.
The truth is you can
never escape them.
Memories always rear
their ugly head.
My Week With Marilyn – Colin Clark
His father was art historian Lord Clark of Saltwood. He was educated at
Eton and was a writer and filmmaker who specialised in television programs about the arts.
He was the third assistant director on the 1956 film – The Prince And The Showgirl.
He died in 2002.
My Week With Marilyn was first published as The Prince, The Showgirl And Me in 1995 by Harper Collins.
This copy of My Week With Marilyn was published in 2011 to tie in with the movie adaptation of the book by BBC Films.
My Week With Marilyn is essentially memoirs of Colin Clark that he wrote whilst working as the third assistant director on the 1956 – The Prince And The Showgirl, which started. Marilyn Monroe and Sir Laurence Olivier.
Colin Clarke was a young man in his early twenties at the time and it was his first job within the film industry. He had always been fascinated in the way films were made and as his father was a friend of Sir Laurence Olivier he eventually managed to get a job working on the film.
There was a big buzz about the film as at the time Sir Laurence Olivier was the greatest theatre actor and Marilyn Monroe the biggest movie star in the world was coming over to England to make the film.
Colin Clark’s account of the making of the film are fascinating not only doesn’t it give a real insight into the way movies were made and the film industry but it gives a firsthand account of the problems on the set and the well known difficult relationship between Sir Laurence Olivier and Marilyn Monroe.
This book also gives an insight into Marilyn Monroe as a person and it is already known that she was a troubled person who took too many uppers and downers, taking one to counteract the other. She also suffered from mental illness and was a vulnerable person. The book also depicts how everybody seemed to want to control Marilyn yet all were unable to. She was infamously late all of the time for everything and what I felt when I was reading the book is that she really was completely clueless as to how this and her other behaviours affected and massively inconvenienced everyone else. It never crossed her mind.
She also could never remember her lines and it again is well known that often loads of takes had to shot to get her to do one short scene right.
I was left feeling that the whole thing overwhelmed her having to concentrate on lines, expression, character as well as the dozens and dozens of people on set watching.
Sir Laurence Olivier thought she was completely unprofessional and intensely disliked her – as did everyone else who worked on the film except for Colin Clark.
What was really sad is that on the last day of filming Marilyn bought everybody on the set who had worked on the film a small gift and everyone threw it in the bin, that is how much she was disliked.
A fascinating insight into Marilyn as a person. I could not help feeling ( Despite being a fan of Marilyn) that she was quite a self obsessed person and I did think that somebody should have told her straight and told her to wise up, but sadly nobody did. I don’t think anybody really cared about her to really help her, all the friends that are know we’re all just hangers on with their own agenda and too afraid to say anything that might upset her.
I thought it was a good honest account of time spent with Marilyn and I could not help wondering if Marilyn Monroe’s real problem could possibly have been Aspergers, because there is so much in her personality that indicates this.
This is a great biographical read and an essential read for people who are interested in Marilyn or those who are already fans.
We used to be so close
but now you are a ghost.
Someone I hardly see.
You keep on hurting me.
Interested in yourself
I feel that I am shelved
in convenience for you
picked up when you want to
divulge all of your stress
and your unhappiness.
Never ask how I am,
don’t really give a damn.
Your ego always shuns.
I love you but I’m done.
Won’t beg for attention
I’ll take your rejection.