Tim Barrus Blog

  1. Tim Barrus: It Washes Over You

    There are no horizons, there is only you, we ride them like they are seditious.   

  2. Tim Barrus: A Basket of Apples

    I can feel my bones grind in this wet basement air.

  3. Tim Barrus: In This Cold and Bitter Air

    The charade of stones by themselves might create a fence of rocks but butchery will arrive tonight.

  4. Tim Barrus: Most of Life Feels Haunted

    I was there when the everyone had left you. And your stunned What Did I Do turned to What Exactly did you think would happen. When the whispering stops. And your eye that has been watching this dream of all your second selves who claim they will now walk into…

  5. Tim Barrus: You Were Lost Again

    Je ne peux pas continuer à te chercher quand tu es perdu alors arrête ça, petit garçon, arrête ça.

  6. Tim Barrus: Karma’s A Trip

    You probably shouldn’t have left me standing alone.

  7. Tim Barrus: His Bloodied Face

    Hearing whispers was a treasure trove of echo after echo where identity came from the mouths of those who helped to mold the embracing of life’s dalliances with the power of compelled adjustment. It’s your eyes that flash furiously from the ancient times to now. From which I will wash…

  8. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    People get wacked out of shape when I articulate the le word: Communist. I am a na ked communist. I once played The piece here is fine. Flashes of brilliance. Even when it sort of plays with the idea that perhaps the founders were – maybe – idealistic, but they…

  9. Tim Barrus: If I Push Him Too Hard About All The Fucking God Stuff He Breaks Down He Is Way More Fragile Than You Can Know

    He prays in public. How can you becomed so vulnerable as to allow the public in. Bars, bus stops, skate parks, a basketball court. I will not go to church with him. We’d never come out. He’s more naked in prayer than he is naked. Jesus Fucking Christ, he thinks…

  10. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    Or how do you live in a broom closet.