Tim Barrus Blog
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U Know What I Mean U Know What I Mean
you burned holes where my eyes had been
the nagual doesn’t have to be the desert
we had it in our hands not knowing anyone
could fall down that vortex and the gravity
of the thing could easily crush diamonds
into the sound of a piano i was the guy…
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I Want To Cum When I See Real Art
The first time I ever came in my pants was at the Louvre. Jean-Baptiste Roman’s statue’s Nisus and Euryalus. Best friends from childhood, both warriors are slain in war. Here, they are naked and fighting off something or someone we cannot see.
Euryalus is dead or dying while Nisus stands…
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Tim Barrus: NYTimes: We Need A Revolution in Art Museums
I work with young adolescent boys at-risk who do sex work and have HIV. Mainly, I teach photography and video art. The traditional museum and the traditional foundation would be appalled by us. Sex work is a crime.
That makes the boys criminals. The issue is actually poverty, and that…
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Your Organizing Abilities
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organizing them
is like putting
together a bunch
of cats in a race
to see which cat
was the fastest
god knows they
do not listen
to me but maybe
it has something
to do with the
bullhorn
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The Black Rainbow You Have Painted
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even the sex with you is always dark and to break it with a lack of hope my cock in your mouth and the antidote oblivious of any infinite book of secrets/ your tongue slipping into my urethra, and no i will not piss in your mouth because i am…
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Outside
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We do a lot of outdoor stuff. In the middle of this, Luca takes off. Runs back to the Jeep. The mountains where we live can seem just too big. In fact, most things can seem to be too big. He hides.
But he can be pulled out. Slowly.
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sometimes the past
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I work with kids whose different pasts have the effect of trying to swallow them whole on a moment to moment basis. The past is not always our “little friend.” Nor is it necessarily representative of a better time in a better place. It only is. I have no fucking…
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i know who u r
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i know your kindness i know/ your scars i have some of those 2/ i know where you’ve been/ i know the smell of your shit/ i know your guts, and/ i know/ when you are giving up i do not want you 2 give up but it’s not up…
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IN A MOMENT THE WORLD
où pourrait-il y avoir/ art dans une toilette/ dans les contours et la rondeur comme un âne, un gros âne blanc, où est l’art en public dans ce qui est public dans une pisse/ dans un moment le monde se retourna à fond les entrailles drainaient à l’intérieur/ mais leur…
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Junkie’s Winter
that december of thursdays we lived on the subway like dishrags, incredulous that this had happened to us/ slamming in the subway toilets/ like cats/ vicious as a tattletale/ someday someone is going to put a bullet/ through your head/ and the rest of us and our second selves —…