Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with art
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Tim Barrus Car Thieves
of his bones/ like blackboards built from fingernails/ instinctively full fathoms five/ summer is done/ i said done/ it will never be done/ fingering her/ in the new car/ no fun no fun no fun/ a grey rolls royce/ is definitely fun/
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Tim Barrus: Year of the Hyena
Tim Barrus: Year of the Hyena
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There is no Art in Appalachia
There is no art in Appalachia. There is corruption though. Some of these suits are more crooked than a barrel of fishhooks. Unless you view what are, in fact, trinkets, or photographs of water running pastoral streams and dreams through the deep woods. Anyone can do those those things. That…
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TIM BARRUS: HOT
HOT
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Cross Walk
There is no one with crutches in this photographic collage. There is no one in a wheelchair Krossing the Street in this photographic collage. There is no one with a cane in this photographic collage. There is one person who is kinda lost here but I can still kneel in…
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DIRT BIKETOWN
The earth makes you feel the earth. You will know gravity and what a gravity well is. It’s about surviving the experience. You try to make it all look normal. It takes me about three hours to put on the full mask. Go out there and sparkle. Who says go…
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Up 2 No Good
l’aube extérieure s’est glissée dans la pièce/ne le regarde pas/ne lui donne pas ce qu’il veut/c’est mon travail/
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That These Vaults, too, Should Crack
The weight of this sad time, and sing, and tell old tales we can do this. We can do more than just endure.
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Road Trip Swing
I can sit on this swing and I swing (usually with the dog), not too hard. I can sit on this swing and make any number of road trips. The steller moments come after you pee. The leaves are an orchestra of disclosing the miracles, we live like wretches in…
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Emerges From the Darkroom
We fabricate fictions not so that the false will seem true but to tell the most salient unspeakable truths and all of this will disturb the horses. You need a new light on the door that says you are occupied in there. Code for: I am jacking off in the…
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The Ha Ha
The layering makes a lot of sense. When we want to connect with other people, it’s more a matter of two brains scanning each other. The operant word here is: smell. Those with it are like the witches in the father christmas tales where it has to be in the…
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This Is Over Pixalated 4 A Reason
Race and Desire I love people who dance just because. No one told them they could not do it. Race and desire. It kinda takes some of the hurt part out of it, the part where Race and Desire get along. Sex is, too, a politikal le act. A politikal…
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DAYLIGHT
https://daylightbooks.org DAYLIGHT BOOKS I cannt even tell you or explain how photography (it’s probably a stim) has touched its hot breath into my life not unlike a tongue you want that tonge in your mouth because the immediacy of whatever it is that holds humanity together by images – hands…
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Tim Barrus: Spoons
People ask me why I am doing this one. This book of Getting Out of Dodge. Dirt Bike Town. People have been all over my ass about writing that looks at the deep sense of loss in Appalachia. I’m not doing poverty porn. That would be easy. Right now, I’m…
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Tim Barrus, Cottage
I would never ever ever ever ever never never never sit on the porch steps drinking moonshine. Never.
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Tim Barrus: We Burn Daylight
True, I speak of dreaming in the afternoon and reading out on my cabin’s tin-roof, I can stand and see the otters back again. The otters are haunted. The demented truth which cunning time assumes Say This is a cold decree rotten to the snake who lives and dies inside…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Different personas. Don’t think for one second, you will not be punished. For that. There will be no redemption. I was h-i-m for well over a decade. I can hear his voice. I can touch his grief, his tongue, and none of it involved telling me what to do. It…
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TimBarrus: WhatIsSurvivalAnywayAnd WhereIsItIsItHopelessness
Even The Old House Had A Second Self
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
I Should Begin With Synopsis. But No. We know this: America seems to want our death. I have always lived with that, and it is not dissimilar to living with nuclear inevitability. I am autistic. A high functioning autistic. I will not tolerate any Homo sapiens with their various and…
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Tim Barrus: Censorship at the New York Times
TIM BARRUS: CENSORSHIP AT THE NEW YORK TIMES Seriously, okay, they get credit. It was one in a million. Have you been to the Casino in Reno. It’s Over. Make these old people go home. I want to see cowboys and horses in Flag. I am a communist. I crave…
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Tim Barrus: Rember That Guy On Park Benches That Was Me On 59th. Why Are We Here. It Is My Job 2Ask It.
I am a communist. Masks are nothing new to me. When we were doing this stuff together around collage age shut up what were they doing now. Le women. I have been here before. No one knows who is an Officer of the Deluge and fucking shit hoped one was…
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The Struggle Between the Moon, and the Moon, the Seas in Seas
THERE ARE IN MANY WAYS MANY THINGS THAT DID ATTRACT HIM, DESIRED HIM, TOO. EACH STEP IN CYNACISM. BETWEEN WHICH NOON AND NOON AND SEA IN SEAS. WAS A BRIDGE TOO FAR. A BRIDGE TOO FAR.
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WE ARE THE CUNTS
I am a communist. I am a cunt. I am here to be around. You want complexity. I have none. I am a very stupid person lashing out my fingers from my cell of stones and layers and lapses in our memories od the way it used to be. Who…
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Nail Polish
Pour mon art principalement mixte, j’utilise du vernis à ongles sur toile.
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Low Profile.
La combinaison de l’art avec la photographie signifie que vous pouvez être enchaîné à Internet. Comme beaucoup d’Américains, je me dis que je suis assez insignifiant. Ordinaire. J’essaie de garder la tête baissée. Un profil bas. Je n’y pars pas toujours. Il y a littéralement des centaines de photos de…