Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: I Am Inappropriate Because I Provoke Publishing Insiders
Writers Are Usually Getting Fucked In the Ass by Someone. Who can write the best essay on Kids Whose Parents Are Dead.
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Tim Barrus: A River Dries To Rock and Dust
The river is low. No one has ever seen it this low. Forest Fire Alerts are Up And Running. In December. We had rain last night. But the river fails to cover the rocks. It is hanging on. We are all hanging on. It’s not up to us. We didn’t…
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Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town
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Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town
A road trip on a dirt bike. Fire to fire. Photograph to photograph. Video to video. Riding shotgun. The culture war had come to town.
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Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town
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tim barrus: upon another haemorrhage
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We are renting our existence, and the question – why are you here – has nothing to do with landlords, & everything to do with death.
We are renting our existence, and the question – why are you here – has nothing to do with landlords, and everything to do with all the voices of survival. I am here to be here. Among the rats. Among the criminals. Among the junk of abandonment and cars, they’re…
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Tim Barrus: It’s About Predation and Predation & as a Species, Predation Has Not Solved Shit. OrDoWePay 2CreateStabilityCovenant the
We attended the same Junior High School, but I could never understand how (Malcom was older) and could continue to stare you down and he was right. Right about everything. The whole of it. All the pain. All the suffering. He knew. I thought he might be bones in the…
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TIM BARRUS: EACH PREDATOR WAS NEUROFEEDBACK’S NEXT BILLION YEARS
look homeward, demon/ only the bad kids went swimming at the gravel pits our tits were dark/ with the memories of the men/ who used to beat us and beat us and beat us/ we did fight back/ you could lose a tooth or an eye if you did/ the…
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Tim Barrus: Poetry Is As Old As Rocks So Bend Your Landscape 2 My Will