Tim Barrus Blog
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Then Stands
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hiding and laughing/ under the bed/ what are you, nine/ i would be nine, but i do not know how/ today, we are both under the bed/ telling stories of ourselves/ that time we danced with divine/ in speedos/ don’t give me that american flag one/ we keep falling over…
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What Does Autistic Mean
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We know what autistic means. Usually, we have to pretend to be like you. Or you will kill us. We get it. We so get it.
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Tatters
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There are six squirrels who live inside. Fred. Wilma. Barney. Betty. Bambam. And Suzanne Pleshette. Fortunately, there are a lot of oak trees and acorns that go up the hill. There is a hole in the back of New China Gardens where they come and go. Two are albino squirrels.…
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The Great American Novel
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Poetic Justice: The Great American Novel has been surpassed by the Great Irish Novel. The Great Irish Novel is more focused and more tied to the idea of reality – one in which great waiting with patience occurs. The Great American Novel is no longer great. It’s worth is a…
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Little Mermaid Town
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It Always Pours on a Road Trip
This one comes straight out of Dodge.
I am writing about Dodge, now. There is on the le road, and there is off. The le road. People have to choose, and that is the way in. Into what. That downpour — Motel Find…
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The Normals Want U 2 Explain
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Explain what. I suspect you might get better answers elsewhere. My eyes to the sky.
“Explain this!”
No.
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Do Not Touch Me
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As patients, we are not allowed to say no. I’m a man, not a rectum. In what universe are we talking about here. Not mine. Not me. Not now. Not ever. If I even hear the word – colonoscopy – I walk in the opposite direction. My eyes to the…
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
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Great travelers. The great travelers on the happy planet do not include themselves as victims in all the looking back at where they have been. I’m autistic, and really cannot make sense out of how political parties came to be regarded as the tails that wag the dragon. I’m so…
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Sleeping in Hammocks
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I think in images. Not words. I do take those words and my job is to translate them into ideas homo sapiens can understand. Usually, they don’t get it, and you begin to realize that they are just not going to get it. No matter what. A brick wall is…
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What Book Is It Like
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I am now used to the questions (plural) about what book is the book I am writing now like.
The question is, I guess, inevitable. I smile and nod.
Gravity’s Rainbow. But anyone born after 1987 will not have read it. Or they’ve read it but they are all in…