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Tim Barrus: Bad Autistic

He Threw Me Through a Window

He threw me through a window. I was a scrawny little kid. Fifty pounds. My whole body would shake when I came home from school. I knew he’d be around. With any luck, he’d be passed out on the floor. Or. He would grab me, strip me, and whip me.…

American Dystopia

Tim Barrus, American Dystopia

Bad Autistic: School

Bad Autistic – Tim Barrus

BAD AUTISTIC

When was the last time you read a book written by an autistic writer. Most of the Normals do not even believe that anyone neurodivergent enough to rebel against all the crazy boxes we are put in by an intolerant culture that condemns us to silence. We are not allowed…

incendiary comments

I am not that guy.

Blue Ridge Baby

Blue Ridge Baby, a novel by Tim Barrus

No Autistic Writers Allowed

It Is The 6th Dimension That Controls Time

The fifth dimension is time itself. Yet the sixth dimension controls time, and it’s where time can be bent at the touch points, but it can only go forward because timelines are a list of options. There’s the one you took. That list would be the size of a black…

We Do Not Know What Art Is

I write books that challenge the nature of identity. I do that on purpose. I am not my characters. I am my characters. A lot of that can be done by having one’s characters confront art. Do they confront art or are these fictional people who only look. Most novels…

TWITTER DBT

There Were No Roads Tim Barrus

TimBarrusNewYorkTimes

I have a very sick and twisted relationship with the New York Times. I used to have one spy. Now, I have two. The fundamental problem with NYT is called Elitism. That word is now a source of friction between the Publisher and the President. Biden will be taking New…

Back Into the Earth

Tim Barrus, the New York Times

Scratching Glass

I do not remember writing this. But some kind soul sent it to me to remind me what an idiot I am. But some of it does hit home. It was published in the New York Times 2009. Shame on me. Back in the States, under my desk, packed in…

Tricks Among the Travellers

Portofino

Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town

The Novel I am writing now: Literary Fiction: Dirt Bike Town by Tim Barrus I ask you. How many autistic, neurodivergent, authors do you really know. Most of us mask it, I do. I am not Romeo Void, but I do love him. Romeo Void will be starring in the…

Writers Do Not Dare To Acknowledge the Blacklist

The idea that publishers can blacklist, and, turning on a dime, speaking to another audience altogether, about how much we so need the books they publish to save our culture. The word transparency will pop up. Burning our books and blacklisting us is the same exact thing. – Tim Barrus

College by Any Other Name

Tim Barrus and the New York Times Pam Paul at the New York Times always grabs me because she’s a talented storyteller, and often, her work sheds light for me, the reader, into spaces that are reserved by people who are elsewhere. Ms Paul presents to us a glittering vision…

The Great American Novel by Tim Barrus

Through all the dystopia, it was dawning on them, dystopia or no dystopia, the diaspora would be a tidal wave. There were no roads. – tim barrus

a moment of memory

lost in that place again and it’s sleet bleeding through that window of battering, embrace of the dandelion, snap 2///  

BINOCULARS

all, all/ my books/// have been burned here and there, ripped to shreds, blacklisted, by people on my front porch armed with forks and spoons/ editors get off on sticking it up my ass, well how am i to keep you down/ play it the way feel it/ i get…

Then Stands

hiding and laughing/ under the bed/ what are you, nine/ i would be nine, but i do not know how/ today, we are both under the bed/ telling stories of ourselves/ that time we danced with divine/ in speedos/ don’t give me that american flag one/ we keep falling over…

What Does Autistic Mean

We know what autistic means. Usually, we have to pretend to be like you. Or you will kill us. We get it. We so get it.

The Great American Novel

Poetic Justice: The Great American Novel has been surpassed by the Great Irish Novel. The Great Irish Novel is more focused and more tied to the idea of reality – one in which great waiting with patience occurs. The Great American Novel is no longer great. It’s worth is a…