Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: Jared Leto
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I would not have minded if the book critic had taken issue with my work. But no. They always go after me as a human being. I am, of course, the monster, the criminal, the itinerant, the Boogeyman, Coyote. I will gladly take Coyote. The coyotes around my cabin eat…
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Tim Barrus: To Remove His Metaphorical Humanity From Him
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Now, he’s god. Those of us who lead kinda mundane lives can read this stuff about one old man – I call him IT to dehumanize him and to rob him of his humanity which will be a challenge because he has no humanity – and how he lives his…
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Tim Barrus: Through Windows
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Tim Barrus and Alex
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This is where I get separated from the rest of you. I have the pills. This is Appalachia. Not Paris. The drugs are not a theory. They’re an option. It’s not politik or religious. A place only I know about. A forest not bulldozed under. When they find my bones,…
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IT HAS TO BEGIN SOMEWHERE U-S-U-A-L-L-Y EARLY
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Tim Barrus New York Times
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There are few male voices inside the mainly female sections at the New York Times which are assigned as Family, Family Values, Raising Children in a Religion, Raising Children Without a Religion, Day Care, Trauma at Day Care, Trauma at the New York Times, Rape Makes Guys Nervous Who Should…
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Steegstra
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We hated each other the moment we met.
Steegstra was my Director, and I did as I was told. It was. I am not going to write. Her slave because I will not do it.
She was my first French play. There would be others.
There is something wrong when…
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Not Unlike the Wolves
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I have seen the wolves up close. Only because they allowed it. I had never made a hostile move or one that could be construed to be a threat. I had known wolves before. The clothes I wore, smelled of them. The wolves were cautious. No teeth yet.
Wolves will…
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Icon
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Iconography is the Jack Russell chasing its crazy tail. Stripped down to what is important but probably not to the dog. To the dog, you either feed it or you don’t. Icons seek an audience. A holiness beaten bitter by its complete failure to find a god. Anywhere. Anywhere.
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Everything is Boxes
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You are not listening. You are not looking at me. The whole angry eye thing is disingenuous. Mickey Shivers tells me there are so many second selves in there, beyond your stubborn skull, the only way to make you listen is to glue your booboo to your ear. Yes, it’s…