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Karis

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About Me

I am a singer (folk noir and torch)

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lawyer, scribbler, occasional fashion muse for Naomi Neoh designs, frequent poseur. Ex podium dancer, ex-actress, ex-shoestore gimp, ex-human rights lobbyist, ex-Budweiser girl, ex-WH Smith shelf stacker. Nauseatingly pretentious.Owner of an odd, angular, man/woman face Hater of disingenuity, smallmindedness or cowardice.i am a misspelled movie star (see below)
You are Maryiln Monroe
A classic tortured beauty
You're the dream girl of many men
What Famous Pinup Are You?

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Dangerous men, pioneering women........................I want to put my head on Dolly Parton's lap, seduce Christopher Walken, be Dylan Dray's little sister, shake Ayaan Hirsi Ali's hand, chomp George Peppard's cigar, mimic Angelica Houston, elect Aung San Suu Kyi, meet my grandmother Ellen, play chess with Steve McQueen, be painted by Alphons Mucha, fund Clive Stafford-Smith, rent a room from Charles Rennie Mackintosh, humiliate Andy Warhol, stroke Ron Mueck's hair and ask him about his dad, lick Serge Gainsbourg's cigarette papers, cure my aunties, collaborate with Richard Hawley, dance to my death, channel Anouk Aimee, duet with Janis Joplin, tease Picasso, tango with David Bowie, cuddle Miss Havisham, visit New York with Leonard Cohen, tell lies on Sigmund Freud's couch, end honour killings, go mad with Edie Sedgwick, decline Nick Cave, go skinny dipping at the Icehotel, drink hot wine in furs, go drinkin in Paris with Charles Bukowski and Peter O'Toole, slavedance like Beyonce, swing on a star, bitch-slap Venus, give Abelard a piece of my mind, take opium with Byron, pull Elisabeth Siddall out of the bath, interview Eva Braun, give Job a chinese burn, party with The Earl of Rochester, honey trap Mata Hari, play dress up with Monroe, have WB Yeats be my second dad, be shot by Harry Kumel, light Billie Holliday a candle, drive the Snow Queen's reindeer, eavesdrop on Jack and Robert Kennedy, edit John Cassavetes, hit Peter Lawson, silence Margaret Beckett, cousel Stendhal, emerge from a giant oyster shell covered only in diamonds, reassemble Mary Queen of Scots, shoot Shaw's Cleopatra, bottle Victorian faeries, topple in Vivienne Westwood, conspire with Madame de Pompadour, have Machiavelli be my slave, swathe in Alexander McQueen, spin straw into gold, be bitten by Jeremy Brett, scream with Francis Bacon, touch Angelina Jolie, fall for Vincent Gallo, forgive myself, listen to Shostakovich, watch Sarah Bernhardt, rehabilitate Robert Downey Jnr, delete 2006, write the perfect song about loneliness, have a girlie weekend with Dorothy Parker, chase a big Lion, learn how to take photos, ............and see Lucy Sholl again.
Your arch-nemesis is: Charlie Chaplin

Why? Because you are both competing to be the world champion of strip chess.
The winner will be... You
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My Blog

account hacked

grimy internet using children hacking my account. not pleased. Sorry, I have no idea how much havoc they have wreaked, I apologise if there has been any offensive messages.  
Posted by on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 11:08:00 GMT

FLYERS FOR FRIDAY'S GIG

Delirium Tremens flyer - please print off for reduced entry fee oon Friday - and we'll see you there!
Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 13:05:00 GMT

1am Lament

We, rigid in our addiction Passive in our friction You, deified by denial I, muted patient by potency Us, a monstrous, gilded pieta   I, allowed no fingered scavenge for my beat beat beat You, l...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 08:56:00 GMT

Lie down

Sometimes we lie, blushing Toppled statues of ourselves All our blustered boasts, fogged Vaguely disappointed. Sometime we lie, in laboured strangle Awaiting gloom's release from our hashed performan...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 08:07:00 GMT

anhedonia

"I've always said", he said looking at Her as she ruled his bed tapping anaemic feet offbeat to mystery chords in her honeycomb head "that this day would be a revelation".   In the pos...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 07:34:00 GMT

death wish

Give her a mutinous death and a baying mob and golden calves and fearlessness and your hearts strung together like bunting at a bingo hall and let her hold fast and fad...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 11:20:00 GMT

that old feeling

i'm not a good poet. i think in cliches because i live in them too, and cliches dont make good poetry. they make for justified and laconic pronouncements. But no matter. I have so many words spilling ...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 11:19:00 GMT

boxing ghosts

BOXING GHOSTS   So why are you still dressed In your mourning suit?  I assume, Kneeling down I assume My cheeks are wet and I assume you say nothing   Your eyes fix Over my shoulder as...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 06:29:00 GMT

the end of May.

Its a chilled sun that laps at mine  musk and salt Splayed under cherry blossoms As noiseless cars pass my window On their way to inconsequence   I can pinpoint your place in my head above m...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 16:24:00 GMT

capable or culpable

I do not find your sadness Oppressive I dive into glimmering dark waters With excited breaths And splash across To hasten your drowning with something to hold Guided by the luminescence Of your&n...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 14:17:00 GMT