Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: The Case for All Things
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Tim Barrus: The Desire From Year to Year to Do Something Completely New To the Universe
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blizzard of the winter dust that year when you escaped/ i don’t think I ever did, i could not do that today/ when you are young just over some other wall, somewhere else untouched like her darkening lips/
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Tim Barrus: You Are Hearing Voices
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Tim Barrus: The New York Times
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Sometimes Kara seems like she might have lost her edge. Kushner is hopeful. I am not here to dish him. I’m just not hopeful. It seems like an easy intellectual out to me.
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Tim Barrus: Interviews: I Did Not Say That
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I Never Said Half The Shit Attributed To Me
1: You don’t even know me.
2. Who the Fuck Are You.
3. Don’t Answer That.
4. I Don’t Know You So Fuck Off
5. I Don’t Know What Any Books Mean. What Books. Go away.
6. Yes, I am a…
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Tim Barrus: Some Creative Misfits Get It
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Some odd creative types construct their own reality. Not too much gets through.
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
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I am a communist. I live in Appalachia. In this destitute, impoverished, addicted little hard-scrabble scratch on the planet, the homeless live in abandoned trailers, secret campsites, and in close proximity to dumpsters. It is harder for some of us – those of us with disabilities – to remain in…
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Tim Barrus: Carry Your Helmet
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The bike was my only transportation. When I was not on the bike, I carried my helmet. Pretty much everywhere. Often, my autism prevents me from understanding what you are talking about. Your way of seeing the world is not the world I know or see. I won’t know what…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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I am a communist. It’s the shunning that is deadly stuff. Example: Shame over HIV in a small community leads kinda fast to the forbidden, gay anal sex idea (run for your life) not unlike a photographic imprint wrapped around your head with a road map on your face. Just…
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Tim Barrus: We Could Join the Circus
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The crows were let loose upon you. Gone without a word. The shiney objects were the swords in your eyes.