Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with cinematheque-films
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Tim Barrus New York Times
Take notes. I am living in my car. I have found a cottage in the woods. In two weeks, I move in. A hurricane made sure I am living out of one bag. A photography bag. I have lived out of one canvas bag for fifty years. Sue me. Tonight…
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Tim Barrus New York Times
Take notes. This is darker than it seems. People need time. There is no time. Allow me to be so bold as to suggest that there is another aspect to this. The media. I indict all of you. Might I suggest that the resistance has been forming the structure of…
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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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Icon
Iconography is the Jack Russell chasing its crazy tail. Stripped down to what is important but probably not to the dog. To the dog, you either feed it or you don’t. Icons seek an audience. A holiness beaten bitter by its complete failure to find a god. Anywhere. Anywhere.
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i really love it and it’s making me money
the report is all verbatim our exit interview sucked dick given the same weight we are all acrobats
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CinemathequeFilms: Les Russes à Paris
CinemathequeFilms did not disintegrate like a melted marsh mellow grimace of 16mm film burned at the alter of my untimely demise. We never did get that license. We just kept making videos. We could pick and choose who saw them. Usually, only people who had cheered them on in France.…
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Except For This
except for this, i am always hanging on to stones/ i should have known better than to take a dancer home/ at least i called it a home/ someone had to/ i do have rules/ rule#1/ never ever ever ever take a dancer home unless you are completely mad/ a…
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Den Stockholm pojken masturberar
efter onanering/ auctioneeren/ kronan/ du äter hans ack/ priset är en buzzard för soppa/ slutföra köpet av engagemang/ invigningstal/ hemligheterna av hans fängelset/ färgen på snö och is och gags på vinden/
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Another Night of Whores
the fuckbucket slinks around the block not unlike the tongues of midnight in ten thousand of them creep along the sidewalks, too if only i could steal myself free of some trick’s eating of my ass i would do it like a tyrant’s vein so blue in temperament all that’s…