Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: Walking Concrete
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I see you, I hear you, but to crack nature’s codes, the art of neccessity makes such wretches an archive of reprobation.
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Tim Barrus: To Make Me a Fixed Figure For the Time of Scorn
Still soliciting. It’s a buyers market. Times ten.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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Why I Quit High School
I didn’t quit, I just didn’t go much. To high school. I was in a special program where I was literally let loose. Do I Say: I have Asperger’s. Or do I say, I am Asperger’s. All my voices are Asperger’s, too. It’s all so…
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tim barrus: What map.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Here, in Appalachia, we’re too uneducated to be joyful. We do not live in America, and we are quite good at ignoring debilitation because it might mean us. We know decrepitude when we see it. It’s ordinary. School is decrepit. Media is creeping decrepitude. Law is decrepit. The coal mines,…
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Tim Barrus: Photography Can Focus On A Stereotype and Imbue It With Fear On A stick
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They told me to jump in the back. But I have no ribs. They told me to jump in the back. But my tongue already burned in him. And falling through the anger when we are told we have nothing to be angry about. Lets a lot of people off…
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Tim Barrus: The House of Usher
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The shadowed well the demons drink from in the back where their traits were what their parents built.
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Tim Barrus: The WhirlWind Is Gaunt
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Seeing as how the circumstances had us sliding out any number of windows and one we broke. Damn, we must be like those video stars on Survive This.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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The hurt has been forgotten in the toxic whirlwind of edges and some so sharp as flint cuts well beyond our grasp. Wandering in the cold. The hurt will clutch at any straw.
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
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“I spoke with” means you were on the phone. But journalists want you to think they were there. I would rebuild it. Journalism. By the end of the day, journalism with its antiquated rules and regulations, its sacred rituals, the temple priests, get real, journalism walks and talks like a…