Tim Barrus Blog
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There Are Things Under Rocks, And Our Backs Are Broken
We now live in a small town in the Blue Ridge mountains. As with most of Appalachia, people live in hollows. A hollow is like a hidden furrow on the planet. It would be possible to live in a hollow and never come out.
It’s that isolated. There are things…
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And I am Here to Tell You
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today, sunspots appeared when you go whizzing by tender in the
shadows/ the horror of your existence will not die in a legion
of soldierships where the seal you have tightened up so you might
live between what souls have seen as their assignment beginning
with how you died at…
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We Had to Stop…
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When They Take The Food Right Out Of Your Mouth…
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Contrary to what you might be hearing from the white, privileged, upper-middle-class activists, AIDS is not over. No quite yet.
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toward whose delirious repose
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you in your distance
toward whose delirious
repose suggesting
structures of scars
i have seem them all
i have touched them all
i have followed them
with my lizard’s tongue
i want to thank you
for teaching me a
huge, huge fucking
lesson/ never
get arrested/
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But For This
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Memory’s Machine
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road trip with the dust and weed smoke in the car so thick, our eyes were the gas stations in the full gasoline noon/ the small town street lamps had once been crows, and all the motels had been rolling hills whose With Nothing To Return To was solid as…
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Memory’s Machine
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après la fête
le reste
rages de poussière
resté derrière
se masturber
à l’intérieur du cerveau
enregistrer plus tôt
tragédies désorientées
par flou
si parallèle
événements
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Memory’s Machine
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lost afternoons
justly placed
each mirror
could be
manifest beyond
sex work is still
work and sweat
and humiliation
just like any
other form of
work an arrangement
of perspective
sheets, walls, scrubbing
floors in unison
our lips in full
abundance we
brought along
our gods from
the pawn shops
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Memory’s Machine
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et sa ceinture
quand il fouette
tu es nu
vous autorisez seulement
lui baiser
toi dans le cul
quand il y a
pas de nourriture
et ton ventre
grogne comme un
tigre bleu a
sauté à travers
la fenêtre
à ton lit
vous dites à votre agresseur
te baiser
dans…