Tim Barrus Blog
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PHOTOGRAPHY IS
Photography Is — When you have to sell your cameras to buy food. — When you have a glorious shot in front of you, but the battery takes a vacation. — When your camera falls into the water from a canoe. — When a crime is happening right before your…
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I’ll Show U Confused & Your Little Dog, Too
How can anyone be surprised that the DC elitist prep schools crank out rapists. http://www.nytimes.com/2018/09/21/opinion/blasey-kavanaugh-assault-allegations-truth.html?comments#permid=28705508
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WHY AMERICAN PHILANTHROPY FAILS EVERYONE: IT HAS NO MORAL CORE
Stop telling me to not be angry. By the end of 2018, Americans will have given 500 billion dollars to nonprofit charities and foundations. How do we treat kids raped in war without treating the society that rapes kids in war. Why has so little progress been made. Don’t even… -
I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THE ENTITLEMENT AMERICAN PHILANTHROPY FEELS IT IS OWED
American philanthropic institutions are not the salvation of anything. What a crock of self-serving bullshit that is. Like we need you. For fucking what. We already pay and pay and pay a huge price for philanthropic indifference. I don’t care if you don’t like me. I don’t care if I… -
when i see horses
we had no shoes i vaguely remember the salt warm taste of nectarines in you when we slept among those horses in that field and the world goes by again I have not seen you or sucked your cock in years and years but every now and then i taste… -
does not stop to speak
the photographer sees it all through what appears to him to be a window often one that separates him from the rocking crazies in the room he will see you, too, in a field of weeds photography is a dare stuck to ribs while summer skies whisper of a winter’s… -
Little Windows
it has passed among us again and again and veering back we regard it with a bit of awe the thing has teeth the thing arrives with annihilation buried in its genetic code the ambulance cannot get through we are sitting in the dark again paused in dusk across the… -
Makes Us
makes us the tongues of malcontents makes us a discord of monstrous little voices makes us tedious in our little graves makes us collide in the nights of spleen makes us a forgery wearing someone else’s bones makes us a starvation makes us demented makes us leave the fucking stage
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Wind and Water
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The South and Other Executions
InThe morning. The creaming screaming outright laughter. All about last nights tricks, it all cums out. Sliding as it does by juices in how much longer does he have to live. I am bewildered by all the runoff I see on the news about what happens outside of this bubble,…