Drowned Man Memories

Some documents and letter's from the set of Punchdrunk's The Drowned Man, shared with the community on the anniversary of the show's closing by a fan.

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To:

Dwayne Shoop

Trailer 1

Park Royal

Encino

LA. 91316

 13th September ‘62

 Dear Dwayne,

 Forgive me the impertinence of writing to you, but ever since the moment our eyes met across the cold meats plate in the canteen on Tuesday, your dazzling eyes have burnt a hole into my heart that I just can’t fill...

 I’m sure you won’t remember me...of course you won’t, every sane woman in the Northern hemisphere goes simply weak at the knees when she sees you, I’m sure of it... but if you do (I played cheerleader number 3) perhaps you will write back? I have seen all of your films at least a dozen times each and I think you’re the most handsome cowboy a girl could ask for. Just the thought of you flinging me up unto your noble steed and riding side-saddle into the sunset makes my stomach feel as though it’s doing backflips. But I digress.

P.T.O

All I wanted to tell you is that even if you never find the time to reply, the memory of our moment together in the canteen has been scorched into my memory with a white-hot branding iron from now until forever.

But if you do want to see me again (Please Lord!) I will be waiting outside the Lot tomorrow night and forever or until filming comes to an end.

 Yours, from now until eternity,

 Dolores

 D  4 D.

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To:

Mrs. Alice Estee

Temple Pictures

Temple Studios

Encimo

Los Angeles CA 91316

 From:

Miss Laur Stem

8012 Westcrange Drive

Los Angeles

CA 91624

 October 26, 1962

 Dear Mrs Estee,

I am writing to you as a hopeful actress – you have brought so many to stardom in your films and I really want to be one of your stars. I have wanted this since I was a child, and I have never forgotten my dream.

I was in the drama club at school, and I have acted in both comedy and drama. I am currently studying with Mrs Lundy, and she says that I show real promise.

I am not one of these girls who will turn to doing bad and shameful things to get ahead in life, that is why I am writing to you, Mrs Estee. I just want to develop my talent, and work with the best studio in L.A. I very much hope that you understand my ambition and my drive to follow my dream – and that you can help me realise it.

Please let me come in and audition for your next film, Mrs Estee! I will be forever grateful.

 Yours faithfully

 (signature) - Laur Stem

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To: George Buchanan

1837 Straight Street

Encino

Los Angeles 91316

U.S.A.

 Firense 20 October, 1962

 Darling George,

 Another day, another night has passed – and brings us closer to when we will meet but further from my memories of our last time together. I am in pain with passion. Your Juno misses her Jupiter. My loins turn when I think of you. I miss you dreadfully.

Did you receive my letter? I don’t know if my family would have given you my new address but here it is again:

 Mina Jaegle

Largo Fratelli Tinari 11

50123 Firenze, Italy

 I am waiting, dreaming, tossing and turning in my restless dreams. I feel your mind, grappling with the story of the Drowned Man, and I hope that you are not losing yourself in the work. I need you, I need your touch – if only by proxy. Oh do let me touch you through your words, through the imprints and marks of your feverish pen.

Another long day with Aretino in the archives today. I am making progress. But I am not sure in which direction. Perhaps I am too distracted by my longing for you – you are my magnetic North, and my needle is always drawn to you – the needle of my mind, juddering on its pivot, delicately balanced, seeking you always. Spinning and turning blindly, trying to sense where you are. Cursing the physical distance, stuck on its little pin.

My little pin – this small apartment. I guess it’s a refuge but it is lonely.

I don’t even think about the possibility that I have lost you to another woman. No! That cannot be. I cannot follow that thought down the road that leads to madness; destruction of all peace, all solace. No, my love. That cannot be. Our connection is too deep.

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. There it is said. Can those words now leave my mind in peace? At least until I can touch what your hand touched, before it travelled across this awful distance between us. Your letters, your writing, the imprint of not just your pen and hand, but of your thoughts and your mind. That most precious place, where I long to touch you now.

 As always,

Your “HotLips”

Mina

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Some documents and letter's from the set of Punchdrunk's The Drowned Man, shared with the community on the anniversary of the show's closing by a fan.