Tim Barrus Blog
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Appalachia Kicks
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I live in Appalachia. Supposedly, this, too, is North Carolina. I live here because it’s cheap. Economics is the great leveler. I eat what I can grow. Why is that supposed to be a humiliation. This is the land of No One Makes Much Around Here Anyway. We are not…
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Road Trip
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I wake up in the morning with Romeo Void in my mouth. I will slit my wrists without coffee. Coffee. I go to work constructing Romeo. Knowing full well, the critics finally get the final say. Or do they. Get anything. Most of them will flog me (don’t even go…
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porch
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He sang songs in this rocker. And he forgot his hat.
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Pierre at Cap Breton
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Pierre at Cap Breton
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Do you like it? Boy, I Want, Want, Want, Whatchu Want, Want, Want, Give It 2 Me, Baby, Like Boom, Boom, Boom
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Do you like it?Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, wantGive it to me, baby, like boom, boom, boomWhat I want, want, want is what you want, want, wantNah, nah-ah
Published as non-fiction, each memoir recounted purported aspects of the author’s life. The memoirs referred to his Navajo heritage,…
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Sitting in the Car Alone
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I see shadows. And they move. Time itself is a choreography. I still cannot believe he’s gone. I only get kicked like this if there’s rain. I have no idea why. I had to break the door down. He was so glad to see me. I realized, he was probably…
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X-rayy
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Oscar Has No Clothes
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I so do not care about clothes or fashion. I only wear clothes when I take the dog out. I wear farmer jeans and Tshirts. I do not care about film. I am a dinosaur from Appalachia. In 1934, I stopped watching anything produced by Hollywood. The last TV show…
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What Are We Sure Of
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The end of democracy. The end of class and caste. A chicken for every pot. If we could all just work together. For togetherness. The end of patriarchy. The end of the hierarchal pyramid that protects the American paradigm that does not work. All of the cultural institutions like education,…
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How 2 Beat Authority
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I attended a violent high school. Teachers were overwhelmed. One broke my bones and made me walk to a hospital on a broken leg. Death threats every single day. Humiliation every single day. Degradation every single day. Enforced nudity every single day. Our problems had nothing to do with pushups.…