Tim Barrus Blog
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The Great Suspension of Disbelief
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We die alone. What of it.
We eat we fuck we joke we play we piss we hate we sing we dance we drink we smoke we tell stories we shit we run we race we love. We try to stay alive. We fail a lot.
Whelps. Kingdom of the…
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Dying Alone
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his wings in the jagged glass shadows have been clipped hideously/ they say sedation is this empty vacuum where you are not conscious/ this is a lie/ get used to it/ they’re going to lie to you and force feed you murmuring the dark selves songs/ curling discontent, you hear,…
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The First Time I Met Jasha
The first time I met Jasha was in Moscow. I knew right away exactly how talented as a photographer he was. Photography was his life. All my adventures with Jasha were road trips. Moscow to St. Petersburg. Then, later, New York to New Orleans. We were drunk on fun. It…
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Undocumented Boys Speak Directly to ICE During Quarantine
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following rules is not what we do
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morning just as clear/ yet i remain a little blury not unlike when the rain gets in your eyes or the fog between your teeth/ i arrive before they do/ with their cigarettes and coffee and groaning/ we have different school rules/ we would do social distancing, but most of…
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School
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I have been asked to return to teaching. It is a horrifying thought.
I have years of experience teaching on the Internet. School is a nightmare, and it sucks cock. Can you even imagine me returning to the digital classroom. A classroom is a classroom.
Hey, I’m just like the…
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Blackout
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The Walls of What Remains
Among the walls of what remains, there’s always writing.
If I am totally alone, and out on the lake on a winter’s night, I will walk across the ice, and looking up, there it is, the past. I can see the past. The Coma clusters have come undone. I make…
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Sometimes They Go Back To Where They Lived
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When many at-risk boys get kicked out of their home, usually because they come out to their families, fathers seem particularly threatened, the boy will surrender to the dramatic emotion of the moment, frequently leaving behind things they call, My Stuff. Whether they had a lot of stuff in their…
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The Death of GoPro
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The adventure, wide-angle camera company, GroPro, has been around for almost twenty years. It is beginning to look more like a camera company corpse, unable or unwilling to adapt to a new economy, than what it was in the beginning. A move and shaker. A maker of camera lenses that…