Shawn Mendes

Take notes. People demand to know if Shawn is gay. These are the people who will make him pay for it. His fan base is mainly composed of fifteen-year-old girls. There’s a lot of anecdotals attached to Shawn. I hear a lot of: No One Cares If He’s Gay. That…

THE MEDIA WANTS RAZZLE DAZZLE POLITICS AS IF THEY WERE EVENTS

Take notes. About control. Dream Big Again is beginning to sound like Dream What We Tell You To Dream. Americans would never buy a used car from a used car salesman named Nixon Halloween who had used cars to unload. Fast. Faster. The Garden is another testosterone wrestling event. Ordinary.…

Like No

Take notes. The despair is real. The hate is real. And the revenge that drives the beast is real as well. We don’t talk about jealousy too much. This is a Culture World War. You will be told that it’s more complex than that, and it is. But not to…

NO MORE BABIES

History is history. Repeating it is what homo sapiens sapiens do. Take notes. I have been listening to the whole Let Us Have More Babies And More Babies. So that we can keep the status quo of growth at all costs, development at all costs, overcrowding at all costs, environmental…

Tim Barrus: Naked Before Us

The boys I was dealing with sat on folding chairs in a circle. “Okay, who is going to play Richard Hatch, and who’s going to be Amarosa.” The question was What Is Reality. What is reality on TV. Or. What does it really mean. The boys all had HIV. A…

Books Banned In the South

Books Banned in the American South – Peter Rabbit – Tom Sawyer – Huckleberry Finn – The Blood Runs Like a River Through My Dreams – Winnie The Poo – Les Miserables – The Complete Works of William Shakespeare – Frankenstein – Treasure Island – Lolita – The Story of…

The Great American Novel: A Novel By Tim Barrus

The Great American Novel, is itself, a novel. In this, I have set out to make stuff that would be about the beauty of it. I have attempted to put a lot of issues into a small, focused group, that many trees have shaken up. This Baby is for the…

Send Me Your Fire

Tim Barrus Art

Bad Autistic: School

Bad Autistic – Tim Barrus

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.…