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By Peter Markus

Peter Markus makes fable out of dust, a river, fish. by way of parceling his obsessions so obsessively, he creates a never-before-seen kind of dust, a brand new species of fish, a river that flows backwards to its resource: all of this rendered in a language that's uniquely and privately his own.

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She wishes us to go away, Brother stated. She wishes us to move. I’m stunned, Brother stated, she’s now not turning over right away in her muddy grave to determine and to grasp that there’s not anything extra for her to do. i will repair that, I advised Brother. I advised this to our mom too, after which I became our mom over and onto her again. This turning over of our mom, I did this with my foot, my boot, the top of it, the toe, it was once thickly-covered with dust. glance, I stated to Brother. Brother listened, then appeared. We either did. We appeared our fish-of-a-mother correct within the different eye. Our mother’s different eye, her correct one, it used to be an eye fixed that was once lacking. The eye’s socket, it used to be a hollowed-out shell full of dust. Us brothers, we gave one another a glance. there has been this glance that us brothers we occasionally loved to examine one another with this glance. It was once the type of glance that really harm the eyes of the brother who used to be doing the taking a look. think that glance. Here’s to dust on your eye, mom, we acknowledged. We raised our palms to salute the moon. after which we did with our fish-of-a-mother what each reliable fisherman will do to a fish while a fish is located washed up lifeless at the river’s muddy shore. We caught our soiled boy arms into our mom, inside of our mother’s different eye socket, the place there has been nonetheless an eye fixed inside of it, and we plucked out our mother’s marbly-white eye. Us brothers, lets now not the 2 folks make a decision which certainly one of us might get to do, with this eye, what we either knew the either one of us desired to do. So we fought. We rolled round within the dust, down by means of the river, our fish-of-a-mother, our mother’s fishy eye, occasionally coming in among us. We fought and we fought and we rolled round within the dust till it was once the voice of woman we heard telling us to prevent. We either one of us brothers became as the either one of us brothers knew who used to be doing the telling. It used to be lady and never simply the voice of woman telling us brothers to allow her settle this between-us brothering. after which it used to be lady, it was once the hand of lady, who grabbed our mother’s eye clear of our hands. It used to be then that woman bit our mother’s eye in . the following, woman acknowledged, to us brothers, and he or she passed every one people brothers one half our mother’s fish-eyed eye. It used to be as though woman was once giving to us brothers each people 1/2 a moon. lady stated then, Gumball. Then lady instructed us to bite. Us brothers, we chewed. We tossed again our mother’s bit-in-two eyeball into our boy mouths. We chewed and we chewed yet we didn't swallow. Our mother’s eye, our mother—she was once a fish, she was once a fish eye, that us brothers didn't consume. once we have been performed doing our chewing, we caught our mother’s chewed-up eyeball onto the bottoms of our muddy boots. Then we clicked our heels 3 times and walked domestic from the river, throughout the dust, into our mother’s kitchen. We walked into our mother’s kitchen. We didn't take off our boots. The making a song Fish: Revisited occasionally, us brothers, we take the fish that we fish out from the soiled river that runs its means via this soiled river city, and we take those fish, into our mud-rusty buckets, again as much as the again of our house’s yard, out again to the place there's this fish-headed cellphone pole again there studded with the chopped off heads of fish.

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