Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: A Cunt Is a Cunt is a Cunt
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Tim Barrus: I am the Man In the Moon, this lantern is the yellow moon, this thornbush, my thornbush, and this dog, my dog.
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I am a communist. Authenticity will grab you. And make you read. My North Carolina is the Blue Ridge. The woods found me. I like to sit on the cabin’s moonshine roof (where I am now) with my phone, and from there I can see more than just the sunset.…
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Tim Barrus: On Writing
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People will tell you to hang in there. It’s not malevolent. It’s stupid, but not outright evil. It’s just sound coming from a mouth, signaling closure. I’m autistic. I do not get this stuff. What does it mean when their eyes look up into the sky. There is a message…
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Tim Barrus: Ezra Klein on Hope
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Tim Barrus and the New York Times. Ezra Klein is the brightest of the brightest. I have never heard him say the word Aspergers. I embrace the abberation. I hide behind it. It’s Asperger’s fault, not mine. I am a criminal. Does that surprise. Criminality came long before sexuality or…
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Tim Barrus: Suicide is a Political Act
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I am a communist. I read Ezra Klein in fragments. Ezra connects the fragments. Ezra is the best in the business. New York Times marketing is “offering” Ezra Klein to its readership as their flaming progressive. This, of course, is patently absurd. Ezra is careful.…
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Tim Barrus: Arroyo Seco was the only place I had ever lived where there was a post office but no mail boxes delivery cuz they just didn’t.
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I am a communist. Sparta was but the legend of Donkey Town. It was about ferocity. With all the sexual icons intact, the temples defended, Sparta, like every other City State, I Did Not Say Demonacracy, that is a lie. Babies and the higher cliffs like the release of birds.…
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Tim Barrus: What is closure.
Tim Barrus, NewYork Times
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I am a communist. Closure seems to be another American bugabuga designed to reinforce that illusive notion that articulates the rhetoric living is worth the work and the struggles of Being Here. Or Not. Americans think “Or Not” is a moral…
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Tim Barrus: Cry Don’t Cry
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Indoors the void. The cunt’s tide she rules like a kingdom, but indoors, there is just an oil lamp who makes light for some strange thing in broken sleep. She reaches for the pretense of my soul, I do not have one, being a witch and all, the devil’s anger…
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Tim Barrus: Likker Head Speed Freak Laser Beams From Mars and Walmart
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The land itself is tough. And often ugly. Far and away. Fish or cut bait. Far and away, it’s finger fucking cold. Far and away the widows were the witches, most of whom were only waiting, and some would walk around in the woods at night like crows.
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Tim Barrus: Pushing the Weight of Gravitas Itself
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A bear is mainly teeth and butt. Black bears are more interested in what is inside your backpack, maybe goodies. A brown bear is not interested in your backpack. No. He smells you. Unless you have some serious bear spray, you are going to die.
If I go outside and…