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Bad Autistic: School

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Tim Barrus: Clown Car Reboot

I seriously doubt that this one will be published. They’re fishing for a voice. I am not that voice. It’s a voice I know how to play to. I just don’t always use the same exact voice because the rhythms will begin a rendering of monotone because it’s pretending to…

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…

Tim Barrus, New York Times

Publishing is the last place you will find equality. The old white men always win. Your culture war is lame.

Tim Barrus: Defy Them Defy Them Defy Them

I am a communist. I defy death almost every day. It’s ordinary. I am an ordinary man. What is the almost about. Don’t soften it to make it prettier for them, Tim, than it is. I do not care if you like it pretty. I am an angry guy. Without…

tim barrus: kingdom for a little grave

I became Nasdijj. Shrugs.

Tim Barrus: I Schlep Books In a Backpack

Book People. Keep your britches on. Perhaps books are not as important as we think. This would include me, too, as I keep punching at Publishing’s Asshole of Corruption. Favoritism. Power plays. Buba’s buddies. The stupid paradigm of the Author’s Tour. A slippery slope into the downfall of linguistics. What…

The Idiot

NYT Book Podcast

The NYT book podcast is a bit too pleased with itself. I do hope that dialogues among writers and editors continues. But no more congratulations to one another. Publishing itself is about looking back. Publishing looks forward, too. What it finds difficult to sell is immediacy. There are 100 people…

I Opened My Eyes

When Is Cultural Approbation Survival I still get death threats. Death threats are stupid, and stupid people make them. Bring it on, bitch.I opened my eyes. A small group of people in scrubs were looking down at me and they were uniformly grim. Obviously, this was a hospital. Tubes. Beeps.…