Tim Barrus: I Only Said Be Yourself. And so you did. You had been seduced by seduction, and I was okay with it.

You are not the fly on the wall. Whenever I write any of this nonsense – any text whatsoever – is a defeat of photography and I am the hypocrite who says, Never Explain. By comparison. Or amusing by virtue. To put a camera in faces who know who you…

Tim Barrus: According to Physics

Tim Barrus: 4 Various Views

You wanted feedback. What, do I appear to you to be a loop you can run around with, but going nowhere. Half the time, I have no idea what people are talking about, and that means you. What ARE you trying to SAY. Just show me. Don’t talk to me.…

Tim Barrus: The Wind and Dust Kick Up

The wind and dust kicked up. Deeper planets than just hate. But hate is what drives Homo sapiens. Sorrow and desire defines most men.

Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town

Dirt Bike Town and jambalaya. So, in a voice, I became someone else. The afterlife of art as someone else’s lips. I am ambivalent that achievement is achievement. His tongue is in your mouth. No one is unique because no one can be. My answer to just about everything is…

Tim Barrus: Remembrance of Things Past

Pushing galaxies around the bending of light, go home. And on your way note something new in the sky.

Tim Barrus: Walking Through Their Lives

A vignette. And then, I’m gone. I do not know where. The lava flow just pushes. You do not need a sail.

Tim Barrus: Changes Everything

Tim Barrus: The Broken Piano at the Bar

He performed and every time he did it, the people cried.

Tim Barrus: Americana

Tim Barrus: Repose

Tim Barrus: Voices in Dust. Things.

Je sors aujourd’hui. Sorcière de la forêt insaisissable. Histoire des non oubliés. Nous sommes des millions.

Tim Barrus: The Failure of Capitalism

I am a communist. Capitalism is immoral. Capitalism exploits. Capitalism entrenches class and caste. An intolerant religion. It is the monstrosity upon whose bones rests the rusted rooms of pain. Capitalism demands probate. The homeless will arrive at your door, and we will ring the bell, and beg. We will…

tim barrus: and still counting times ten

Everyone knew his mother was a whore and they just got by. The Shell station sells Taquitos hot from the roller grill. An orphan of the liquor store Big Cup Dixie Fried Apple Pi. They’d fry anything. In a Econo-Motor Speedway motel room. A portal to another time. Sour worms.…

Tim Barrus: Believe it or not.

Tim Barrus: Artists

Tim Barrus: Something Fell From the Sky Today

You just think I am looking at you right in the eye. Eye to eye. It will never happen. I am very good at this. I’m staring at your shoulder. Or I’m looking at your ear. But you think you have my attention. I smile. I agree. I am looking…

Tim Barrus: Move on Back, Move on Back

There’s my way, or there is get out of the car. Sometimes, I will agree to photograph an event. But if I do it my way (like deal with actual people) I will edit out my big fat autistic mouth. How I experience the event will usually seep into the…

Tim Barrus: Way Over His Head

Tim Barrus: What if the light comes in.

The windows were seductive. They played games in tandom. War was only presicient.

Tim Barrus: Often, it’s arrogance itself that would marginalize us at every step, every step, there is a Mitch McConnel inside your head.

I am a communist. Capitalism fails. Property Real estate is ephemeral. It can be washed away. It can be burned to the ground. It can slide down a hill. Government can build a road through it. Gas wells. Oil wells. None of this needs your permission. Floods move it a…

Tim Barrus: The Bad Truant Children All Have Cameras and They’ve Been Watching

You would brush all the summers by your conflicts with desire. Your children were jumping on my couch today. Make them stop. Go home, Woman, and take your rug rats with you.  

tim barrus: and in the wake of another wave of sabotage

Isolation on any map.

tim barrus: for me, it was just a distant land

The yellow glow of the porch light attracted moths and men.

tim barrus: even the air hurt

that time in tents