Tim Barrus: We give cameras to at risk kids. Yeah. So. Eat me.
tim barrus: une enfance sombre que vous pourriez connaître
i am from this place/ it is a place of water and sand, i lived here/ the lake is on one side of the dunes, my parents graves are on the other side of the dunes/ it was a darker time than you could know, a time of madness and violence; they call us survivors, i do not know what it means, not a clue/ i constructed a dark part of this stupid little film where the darkness was a underground thing of traveling and i wanted it to contrast with the sublimity of the lake and sand/ drowning in a throb of crossroads body after body/ a requiem of stones/ if you look away suddenly, it’s winter, and the dunes are brethren to a listening for death/ whose glimmering sky is hard boned as an old woman’s bitterness will overflow from rust i have enough bitterness of my own to contend with/ we have no maps/ i grew up among these dunes and an empty house swallowed by misfits and a siege of arctic air bleeding all its inherent grey like eating lead and trick to trick, the men all wanted their beautiful wars to recount moments of vagrant heroism when the truth was that i was only there to turn the body off, like whispers walk into any room cracked down the middle and strung like scalps tied to a sullen spear/