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: 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: Multiple Cameras

Did someone make it a rule that we can only use one camera on a shoot. Bullshit. I now have a lot of cameras. Sometimes just the GoPro because it fits so nicely in my pocket. You don’t want to look like traditional media. Lately, a GoPro and a Nikon…

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Understanding harm can strengthen our compassion and deepens our relationships with our second selves who are harmless unless you cross them. Many do. The photo is an experiment. I wanted to see if I could use the window behind me to frame what appears to be my hair because it…

Tim Barrus: Look Homeward Angel

Tim Barrus: Dusted

Tim Barrus: 2LiveABarrenSubstanceInsideaNeedWhoseGriefOfTwentyShadowsIsNotGrief

I am a communist. I am a lurid communist. You cannot wring blood from a hermitage. You cannot sleep with infidels. Whose flesh unseen the ruined temples of a king.

Tim Barrus: Curvature

Blood Has Poured Forth Here

Avatar Forest

This is the path behind my house that goes through my Avatar Forest in the Dreaming of the Dreams. I am not being disingenuous. The dreaming of the dreams is a term taken from what trips through this woods or any woods’ currents of horizons from your asshole to your…

AMERICANA

Does anyone know what Americana means. 

Toughest Little Bitch Camera

This camera is going to last another thousand years. Small as a matchbox.

CHAOS APPEARS IN NATURE WHEN THERE IS A SYSTEMIC INSTABILITY IN A SYSTEM SUCH THAT CHANGES 2 THE WAY THE SYSTEM EVOLVES OVER TIME 2 RESEMBLE THE MORALITY OF COMPLETE RUIN

Sometimes you can build a set to juxtapose against the background of the background almost as an aside until you realize that the aside is the photograph. My back yard by the kiddie swings.

Tim Barrus Response NYT Ross Douthat

I am a communist. Capitalism is confused. These ideas will be too radical for Gatekeepers. Because the ideas are the truth. Gatekeepers will never see Appalachia for what it is. A place apart. Not the candy cane Instagram Place Apart. But a Harder Truth. Executions in WV were all hanging…

light fell for a moment and the windows were filled with roman candles/

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delerium

desire. have u drawn a circle around it. this will take months to fix.

inhabits our frail blood

Then, saved in the constant image of the creaure, shaking off I Would Have Died An Hour ago, but that is not what happened says who says I because I was there, and I say so. Fate itself has become obedient to his mother’s womb. The shortened tedious nights the…

CHILDREN’S PLASTIC TOY CAMERAS

I have been shooting film with a child’s plastic toy camera. I have to get away from all the This Is What People Want rhetoric. The perfect photograph does not exist. Perfect photographs do not possess a story. Often, the photograph is the story. I get on my dirt bike…

In the long Run, the Desert Will Win

Tim Barrus, New York Times I am a communist. I get graphs. Since I am poor, and live on $200.00 a month (I am writing this on a borrowed phone in a borrowed tent in pouring rain), I get the hatred. Of the poor. The rich have nothing to fear.…

All My Lovers Sleep in Shrouds

All of this is up for grabs. This is not the world I live in. It is the world I live with. I would like to say side by side. But it would just be another lie. Disengenuous. You would find the place I am in at the moment as…

Dirt Bike Town

Where the fuck is Dirt Bike Town. They’re dangerous and snug in their spooncase frown. Unbind his tongue of purple blush. Dirt Bike Town is lost in dust…

they say your entire life flashes

this

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