Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with fishing
-
burning languages
the shadows of the old oaks mirrored in lake lure’s indigo dust/ fishing here is sleepy with the precognition of demoniacal things to cum/ drops hitting water/ it is not the witching hour, when the sky lets loose desire not unlike the sword drawn up, to beat back fire, burning…
-
Camping With Eavan
I liked the way the sun’s rays were coming in the tent. A softer glow. Eavan was up early again as he does. We are working a commision. We have to break camp, and put it all in the canoe. Mr. Grumpy. Got some great shots.
-
I Stole the Camera
I did not know the neighborhood. It was more a village than a town. 3 traffic lights. We will stone you, too. Most of my friends wound up at the wire factory. Where they all became beaten men. Forgotten men. Blue veinsd across your forehead. The identity of a stoop.…
-
Fake Food, Tim Barrus, NYT
Not Another Pain In the Ass Piece On the Environment. But, Yes. Industrialized food. Industrialized farming. Industrialized fish farming. Industrialized wages. Industrialized health care. Industrialized housing. Industrialized prisons. Industrialized education. Industrialized book markets. Industrialized guns. Industrialized mining. Industrialized logging. Industrialized publishing. Industrialized beer. Industrialized shoes. Industrialized art. Industrialized war. Industrialized…
-
Fishing Distancing
Like. Totally. Staged. https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
-
My Appalachia
I do not know of a single individual in Appalachia who fishes or takes what is seen a food – not an experience – from either the woods or the water. It’s to eat, not to catch, and then release. It’s about survival. Picking wild herbs from the Appalachian hills…