Tim Barrus Blog
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Road Trip Swing
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I can sit on this swing and I swing (usually with the dog), not too hard. I can sit on this swing and make any number of road trips. The steller moments come after you pee. The leaves are an orchestra of disclosing the miracles, we live like wretches in…
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Tim Barrus Cabin Xray
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It’s cold up the mountain. This morning, Jump Off was covered in a white erie frost. I can’t spend winters up here because at night, it’s easily below zero. My avascular system (an extreme form of arthritis) kicks in, and I literally cannot move. You have to keep the fireplace…
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Tim Barrus: Running Mate
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The word “mate” implies one or more than one, agreement. The whole standing together nonsense. On into the breach.
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Michigan Was Not a Life
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I am autistic. I have wondered and wondered. I lived on the wrong side of the river. Rusted ugly town of rusted ugly people. There was no blue sky. The coal cars stunk like corpses and the sulphurized-yellow clouds that drifted through our homes and lives, and as it lifted…
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Incendiary Comments
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Comments take on the vibrant story-telling power of Hieroglyphics. Hieroglyphics tell the stories of other Hieroglyphics. At the New York Times, we can only tell one kind of story. The drone tone. They all sound alike. Your minimum wage gatekeepers tell no stories. The slaves are mute.
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Hecuba
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The Queen of Dirt Bike Town. Hecuba is an albino.
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How the Real West Was Really Won
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There is no real Wild West. How did all of that work out for you.
I thought so.
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Another Writer Has Complained
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Another writer who complained. Dear Other Writer. Why is it always another writer. I honestly do not get it. Someone doesn’t like what I write. Someone disagrees with me on any number of things, but it’s usually sex. People get so worked up about it. I had switched all of…
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That Autistic Twitch
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Morning on the island, anywhere on the island is something you wake up in to the sound of horses. On the streets. There wasn’t a single vehicle anywhere. Taking a cab at night, I felt like Sherlock Holmes.
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Tim Barrus: What is Art
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Let me build this one from memory. The car keys are in the dragon’s throat.