Tim Barrus Blog
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World AIDS Day is a Cruel Farce
On World AIDS Day we will get all the usual bullshit about hope.
Fuck your hope.
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they have all arrived
waving words and wands
what terrible days
nostalgia makes for loverboys
who ask you to hurt them
and when you refuse you
tell them (as patiently as you
can)
that it’s the other way around
and you will not hurt this one
or this one or this one because
by…
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the grinding gods
et dans cet abandon dix fois
tout voyage implique un mouvement
nous supposons gonflé de but
certains d’entre nous sont simplement debout
gelé au sol où
le patrimoine est un chien errant parti
faim et boite loin de
les dieux broyeurs dont stationnaires
ailes colorées en jaune par la nicotine…
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Not Everyone Loves Social Media
Whenever Jacob finds his image in the art of his buddies, or even in his own art, he vigorously rubs it out. Sometimes he cuts off his head. Other times, paints over, or he just uses permanent market to blot himself out.
If you were a kid who has been…
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Tim Barrus in the New York Times
I work with adolescent boys at-risk. Many have HIV. They are frequently referred to as – the Hard to Reach. A term that carries stigma like a tsunami. I tweet like crazy. Usually about them and me. Relationships matter.
AIDS is not over.
I want you to know that HIV…
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From Day One
from day one he has
flown his flag/ it is
usually a flag resembling
surrender which is never
surrender it is more like
another declaration of
war/ with his orders of this
blood-soaked field, the
skeletons have never
needed god or jerusalem
or everything to become
clear in a great…
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kitchenette
brittle things with blood
your kitchenette
your travels involving
multiple parties
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Waiting For the Trick to Come
you are hoping he washes his ass in the shower because you are painfully aware that he’s going to demand that you eat it/ waiting, always waiting/ it makes no sense because they’re all on the clock anyway/ making you wait is going to cost them, but you’ve never been…
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
I never asked to be here.
My life has always has been a painful, vile thing. My parents are dead and I blame them.
I slug it out day-to-day. There are too many children, too many irresponsible, self-inflated parents who have kids for their own indifferent reasons. They are only…
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your clandestine appearances
you are if nothing else. consistent.
the modified us asked you to stop coming around and sucking out the ideas we have in our heads. leave us alone to do our art. but. no.
your world is still, and clear. and. mean. there are some. precious things.
you will never…