Tim Barrus Blog

  1. That we shall end by knowing full speed a million swallows when by eyelids dragging and pale, the ordinary vanishing of us, and our rags.


  2. Tim Barrus: Heavy Traffic From…


  3. Tim Barrus: A Willow Cabin At Your Gate

    Memory like the stones of Troy. Death has paid in alms. Desire sans wounds. Mere poetry is extracted from the walls.

  4. Tim Barrus: Criminality Is Often Necessary For Democracy 2B Able 2 Call the Clown Car Home

    I am a communist. I would argue that we need more political show trials of notoriety. Talking the talk is so far from walking the walk that fair and equal justice is reduced to a symbolism that shows Americans to be fearful, scared, intimidated, acquiescent, compliant, timid, apprehensive and Mister

  5. Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town

    I am a communist. I own nothing but a dirt bike. One bag. My camera is the size of a match box. It’s probably the one freedom – freedom from stuff – I really have. There’s a star spy spot in San Christobal in the Sangre de Christos, and if

  6. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    I am a communist. Joe Manchin drives a Mazarati. I’ve seen it. He does not eat in dumpsters. I do. Manchin lives in a mansion. I’ve seen it. Manchin put the following on the table. Ask your sources: Manchin International Airport. It’s important to remain civil even if people will

  7. Tim Barrus: No One in Appalachia is Surprised.

    folks who live here see him as just an ordinary bitter old drunk/ no different from any other walking dead man/ there are so many things he has to answer for/ like what does he really believe/ in/ if anything/ you won’t listen to this, but he believes in three…

  8. Tim Barrus: The Dead and the Whitened Fields Against a Sky of Prisons, Slavery, and Windows Nailed Shut as Thunderbolts

    The rich are thieves, and they know it. They will kick your fat ass if you dare to articulate any ziggy signs of human lucidity. And Homo sapiens kill one another and make money at it. The rich are mean. Ask anyone who has ever worked for them cleaning up

  9. Tim Barrus: Is It a Heretic Pursued by Carnivors Times Ten And Crept Upon Those Stairs She Would Be Rich With Strange Enough

    Time’s music. Dark. Backward. Past grief. Past memory. Gin by Noon. I give the dead LSD to suck on when they die, I hold them shivering in their bones of Armagedon. Famine will require patience.  

  10. Tim Barrus: Harm That The Wise Powers Deny

    I drove into town today. The streets are ghosts of mist. Lonely chimeras. Kingdoms. Provinces. It was slippery but my nobby tread worked wonders. I can’t wear the medical mask when I am on the road. I’ve done it for over two years. But today was cold rain so the…