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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…
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The Normals Want U 2 Explain
Explain what. I suspect you might get better answers elsewhere. My eyes to the sky. “Explain this!” No.
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Do Not Touch Me
As patients, we are not allowed to say no. I’m a man, not a rectum. In what universe are we talking about here. Not mine. Not me. Not now. Not ever. If I even hear the word – colonoscopy – I walk in the opposite direction. My eyes to the…
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
Great travelers. The great travelers on the happy planet do not include themselves as victims in all the looking back at where they have been. I’m autistic, and really cannot make sense out of how political parties came to be regarded as the tails that wag the dragon. I’m so…
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Sleeping in Hammocks
I think in images. Not words. I do take those words and my job is to translate them into ideas homo sapiens can understand. Usually, they don’t get it, and you begin to realize that they are just not going to get it. No matter what. A brick wall is…
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What Book Is It Like
I am now used to the questions (plural) about what book is the book I am writing now like. The question is, I guess, inevitable. I smile and nod. Gravity’s Rainbow. But anyone born after 1987 will not have read it. Or they’ve read it but they are all in…
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ChinaTown ChinaTown
It’s about the money. Everyone has their bugabuga religion. What happens to speech. Speech here. Speech there. I want to know about speech in Russia, the DRC, what happened in France, les confréries de la langue, what is speech in Japan. I hesitate to use the term Free Speech anywhere.…
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It Is All A Blur
The wild waters of this roar are made in the fortitude of salt. Just salt. Miles and miles of salt. Mountains of salt. And the bones that fell there. – Tim Barrus
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Dirt Bike Town
Proof of Endurance
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CPR
I would not be worth – all of this – high action traction where the arch of the story itself could explode from pure adrenaline. That tone from word one to the end, lightem up, up, up. Litem up, up, up. I am glad people can coordinate and go for…
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Year of the Hyena: Gay Soldiers in Vietnam
Year of the Hyena, a Novel by Tim Barrus Gay Soldiers in Vietnam
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Blue Ridge Baby
Revenge has a few things to hang doubt upon. – Tim Barrus
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Appalachia Kicks
I live in Appalachia. Supposedly, this, too, is North Carolina. I live here because it’s cheap. Economics is the great leveler. I eat what I can grow. Why is that supposed to be a humiliation. This is the land of No One Makes Much Around Here Anyway. We are not…
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Road Trip
I wake up in the morning with Romeo Void in my mouth. I will slit my wrists without coffee. Coffee. I go to work constructing Romeo. Knowing full well, the critics finally get the final say. Or do they. Get anything. Most of them will flog me (don’t even go…
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porch
He sang songs in this rocker. And he forgot his hat.
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Pierre at Cap Breton
Pierre at Cap Breton
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Do you like it? Boy, I Want, Want, Want, Whatchu Want, Want, Want, Give It 2 Me, Baby, Like Boom, Boom, Boom
Do you like it?Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, wantGive it to me, baby, like boom, boom, boomWhat I want, want, want is what you want, want, wantNah, nah-ah Published as non-fiction, each memoir recounted purported aspects of the author’s life. The memoirs referred to his Navajo heritage,…
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Sitting in the Car Alone
I see shadows. And they move. Time itself is a choreography. I still cannot believe he’s gone. I only get kicked like this if there’s rain. I have no idea why. I had to break the door down. He was so glad to see me. I realized, he was probably…
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Oscar Has No Clothes
I so do not care about clothes or fashion. I only wear clothes when I take the dog out. I wear farmer jeans and Tshirts. I do not care about film. I am a dinosaur from Appalachia. In 1934, I stopped watching anything produced by Hollywood. The last TV show…
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What Are We Sure Of
The end of democracy. The end of class and caste. A chicken for every pot. If we could all just work together. For togetherness. The end of patriarchy. The end of the hierarchal pyramid that protects the American paradigm that does not work. All of the cultural institutions like education,…
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How 2 Beat Authority
I attended a violent high school. Teachers were overwhelmed. One broke my bones and made me walk to a hospital on a broken leg. Death threats every single day. Humiliation every single day. Degradation every single day. Enforced nudity every single day. Our problems had nothing to do with pushups.…
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Dirt Bike Town
Diaspora never happens in a vacuum.
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I Had Died an Hour Before
There is nothing serious about mortality.
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Literary Critics
We sell writers. Often, down the river. One book critic for NYT who reviewed one of my books (it was a rave) attempted to pour gasoline – what else – on my personal life. His students physically followed me around for years. We might not be the characters we create.…
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Comment Moderation is Uncivil
Censorship as an apex predator. The ideation of ideas. We are only allowed to think if exposed to an official archive. Google’s search engine and all those little boxes popping up to pull you into the rabbit hole. The New York Times is not social media. The New York Times…