Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
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I am a communist. The issue is not grief. The issue is survival. Ask anyone with HIV. I do not know homo sapiens who have time for grief. We are too busy with our widgets. Building them. Eating them. Sleeping among them. Breeding them. Surrendering them. Widgets. Fake widgets. Big…
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
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I am a communist. I am also a teacher, a writer, a photographer, and the voice of doom. Who knows what education will look like in the future. Robots will take the place of classroom instruction. We can’t find enough teachers. Technology will save us or will it. Parents Night…
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Tim Barrus: The Case for All Things
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Tim Barrus: The Desire From Year to Year to Do Something Completely New To the Universe
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blizzard of the winter dust that year when you escaped/ i don’t think I ever did, i could not do that today/ when you are young just over some other wall, somewhere else untouched like her darkening lips/
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Tim Barrus: You Are Hearing Voices
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Tim Barrus: The New York Times
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Sometimes Kara seems like she might have lost her edge. Kushner is hopeful. I am not here to dish him. I’m just not hopeful. It seems like an easy intellectual out to me.
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Tim Barrus: Interviews: I Did Not Say That
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I Never Said Half The Shit Attributed To Me
1: You don’t even know me.
2. Who the Fuck Are You.
3. Don’t Answer That.
4. I Don’t Know You So Fuck Off
5. I Don’t Know What Any Books Mean. What Books. Go away.
6. Yes, I am a…
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Tim Barrus: Some Creative Misfits Get It
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Some odd creative types construct their own reality. Not too much gets through.
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
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I am a communist. I live in Appalachia. In this destitute, impoverished, addicted little hard-scrabble scratch on the planet, the homeless live in abandoned trailers, secret campsites, and in close proximity to dumpsters. It is harder for some of us – those of us with disabilities – to remain in…
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Tim Barrus: Carry Your Helmet
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The bike was my only transportation. When I was not on the bike, I carried my helmet. Pretty much everywhere. Often, my autism prevents me from understanding what you are talking about. Your way of seeing the world is not the world I know or see. I won’t know what…