Tim Barrus Blog

  1. Tim Barrus: Most of Life Feels Haunted

    I was there when the everyone had left you. And your stunned What Did I Do turned to What Exactly did you think would happen. When the whispering stops. And your eye that has been watching this dream of all your second selves who claim they will now walk into…

  2. Tim Barrus: You Were Lost Again

    Je ne peux pas continuer à te chercher quand tu es perdu alors arrête ça, petit garçon, arrête ça.

  3. Tim Barrus: Karma’s A Trip

    You probably shouldn’t have left me standing alone.

  4. Tim Barrus: His Bloodied Face

    Hearing whispers was a treasure trove of echo after echo where identity came from the mouths of those who helped to mold the embracing of life’s dalliances with the power of compelled adjustment. It’s your eyes that flash furiously from the ancient times to now. From which I will wash…

  5. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    People get wacked out of shape when I articulate the le word: Communist. I am a na ked communist. I once played The piece here is fine. Flashes of brilliance. Even when it sort of plays with the idea that perhaps the founders were – maybe – idealistic, but they…

  6. Tim Barrus: If I Push Him Too Hard About All The Fucking God Stuff He Breaks Down He Is Way More Fragile Than You Can Know

    He prays in public. How can you becomed so vulnerable as to allow the public in. Bars, bus stops, skate parks, a basketball court. I will not go to church with him. We’d never come out. He’s more naked in prayer than he is naked. Jesus Fucking Christ, he thinks…

  7. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    Or how do you live in a broom closet.

  8. Tim Barrus: Time As Four Dimensions.

    So, time is measuring what. In fact, time does not exist anymore than god exists. Space time can be imagined as four dimensions. Reality represents a four-dimensional construct. Picturing these four dimensions is not a task the human brain is equipped to see. From my perspective, it is the analysis…

  9. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    I usually don’t comment on anything David Sanger writes because I find him to be right at the heart of everything, and formidable. Few writers can do what he does. It’s in the no nonsense nuance. I am out of my league there. Suddenly, I am remembering duck and cover.…

  10. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    That permanent storage underground so deliberate in anticipating millenia failure after failure apocalypse and singularity have become rich and strange.