Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: It All Depends Upon How Badly You Want It
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Held in bitterness by the razor teeth of the cold wind, you could smell the rain and the crows were shimmering blue.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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I find it amazing that we insist on cultural realities such as ritual to validate the cosmic us and them. The senate itself resembles the reign of George the Third. Spiritual guide for the aristocracy. All the old, fat men, impotent, bitter, and confused. They’re like the Terminator. They just…
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Tim Barrus: You Always Did Jump for Joy
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You were either high (and all of its variations) or you were low (and all of its variations). You had flown up a tree not unlike Peter Pan. “I’m flyiiiiinnnngggg.” Peter is a naughty boy. You have no idea. How naughty is Pan, anyway. The question is not worthy of…
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Tim Barrus: Appalachia Town
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“Do you reckon you will take pictures of the house.”
“No.”
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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I am actually hard on the South. A jaundiced eye. Never use a radiator. We grow great corn around here. I’ve never seen a still. But I have heard whispers about them.
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Tim Barrus: Why Do Cops All Have the Same Ass
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How big is it.
Her ass is so big, you could fit a three car garage in there.
Big.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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I live at the top of a mountain in the Blue Ridge. I ride a dirt bike. Street bikers think I’m nuts. But who needs a helmet anyway. I am thinking America in my hair. When I ride into a city, someone tries to steal my bike. I have caught…
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Tim Barrus: There Be Shadows in The Scratchings on the Rocks
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To which is fixed. Midnight on a spit. Slanderous tongues and savages.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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They have nukes. Let us pretend only half of their murderous machine works. Let us pretend only half of our weapons work. The world is destroyed anyway because Real Politik interventions like a peace table and none of them are round.Homo sapiens destroy everything in their path. What keeps them…
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Tim Barrus: Torn Jeans
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And the quiet and thin air torn not unlike rags are torn from sober certainty under the ribs of death, torn, from curses and demons, torn from the memory of ancient tongues and storied weariness just below what will become (you have seen this) dissolved in forfeit of who should…