Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

bells are ringing

step by step

bell by bell

I heard

a dog lifted up his head and he’s howling while barking

workers are planting new trees on Ada

wind is very strong

I buckled up my hood tightly to save me from the wind

at certain moment I bend to the right and leaned on the wind

two more people have told me that the bells of love are ringing to them as well

love-kissing

I heard her voice

path of love is the path from innocence to love

rose of love is the rose from love to innocence

I heard her voice after forty seven years

joy

tranquillity

peace

sameness

everything I’m watching is even more beautiful

everything I see is love

I slowed down

half an hour ago I decided I’ll make a call when the midday bells are over

bells have rang

and

when the midday bells were over

I made a call

I was nervous

it was like forty seven years ago

she smiled few times

that made me feel so nice

in the end I told her you made me happy

she smiled again

while I’m walking down Kirovljeva street the bells are ringing

from my jacket’s upper pocket

they surprised me and carried off

church bells from across the street also started to ring

I’m thinking of seven people to whom midday bells are also ringing

I’m in the Nest

alone

word

narrow

is

the path

of a being

I’m listening to the music

music

music

doesn’t

deceive

it surrenders

to

me

I’m opening up

to

it

narrow is the path of agreeing

I’m not stopping

being of all beings

is awaiting

for me

alone

exposed

I’m singing

for

everything

God

I started to cry

that’s good

I’ll feel better

just if it would last

if it would flow

just flow and flow

so that everything flows away

I didn’t have what to write about anyways

crying cures

I stopped crying

I didn’t cry enough

Hank Williams is beginning to sing – I’m beginning to cry again

he died when he was twenty nine

singer

rocks by the road

highways of singing

John Lee Hooker is singing

teas are the sperm of immortality

immortality is God

I never talk about immortality without God

immortality doesn’t exist without God

God is God

best way to write about crying is to cry

best

way

to

write

about

singing

is

to

sing

guard me my fucking

God – my road male singer

God – my tavern female singer

God – language started talking through love-kissing

I never told You how much I love You because it was the way

to love You more and more. to constantly resurrect You through love

I never cried while being within You and I so much should have cried

for hours days years millenniums – to cry myself out within You like a child

I’m

a

child

I

fuck

and

cry

I

fuck

cry

dance

sing

make-God-like

God

happy sixty first birthday Miroslav

they are ringing – I’m smiling

nothing is forever – sais one of three women whom I was passing by on the lake

I agree – nothing is forever – everything is forever

in last two months I parted with two persons

who were closest to me in last two-three years

pain God

now I’m completely alone

alone everything

Universe

You

God

I

love

You

poem

I

I parted in order to save the love

I parted because I’m a child and I don’t stand lie

I don’t stand betrayal of the light that sparkled in the relationship

after the breakup I feel ashamed

through shame I guard the light of the person whom I parted with

in the relationship in which I was everything now I’m nothing

that’s how everything guards me

who wants to love-kiss me is already immortal

who wants to compete with me shouldn’t even try that because they already beat me

and You the one who betrayed me rejoice because

it is the glory of the one who is not betraying me

betraying is passion which kills sex

banality of betrayal

I took the photo of high boots which I wore eight-nine years

they are from waterproof material

Vera Varady bought them form me

they were loyal until they were finished off during my Saturday walk

mighty sole has fell apart. I thing that repairman Srki couldn’t fix them

I don’t know if I should throw them away or keep them

best thing would be if I would sell them for 33 times bigger price then the one

I paid for them even though I think they are worth at least 333 times more

and in the art scene their value couldn’t go below 3333 times more

I love-kiss those who are written off because they are suffering for everybody else

for everyone who is written off I rise up the price of my written off shoes for 33333 times more than the buying price

in life there is only You

in spirit only I

I in life is nothingness

You in spirit is stupidity

explanations are immoral

when I came back from the walking I heard the news that Julian Assange is arrested

brave ones are on Julian Assange’s side

clever ones are on Julian Assange’s side

honest ones are on Julian Assange’s side

unselfish ones are on Julian Assange’s side

future is on Julian Assange’s side

the name of this time is Julian Assange

by arresting Julian Assange this civilisation is dead

I know little about Julian Assange but it is clear that he is the path

I know everything about Julian Assange through who is accusing and arresting him

at this moment some kids which are born are named Julian Assange

birds are spreading the truth about Julian Assange

freedom responds to the name Julian Assange

animals are preparing themselves to defend Julian Assange

joyful ones are tattooing Julian Assange on their skin

everyone who is alone is Julian Assange

I’m imagining a lot of young people who are doing a lot

for this thing which is called Julian Assange

those young people are conscience as well as leadership of this world

ten year olds are rescuing the world from the corruption of grown ups

money is a child

all money are all beings

banks are the property of teenagers

autopoiesis of existing energy is within hearts of young people

goodness and beauty are in hands of young people

thank You Julian Assange for giving Your name for this decisive struggle

this struggle for good and beautiful is real because it is

the same with all struggles from the beginning of time

those who are singing and weak ones against false ones and those who are too strong

thank You my Julian Assange – You are my sweetest Peace Pilgrimage

my jester I love-kiss You

poem

of

mine

don’t

be

afraid

don’t worry about me

Miroslav Mandic is Julian Assange

I am Julian Assange

like few days ago seagulls now fifteen grebes

are on the fence including You and me

warm rain is silently falling

I approached the lake to watch it falling

why are the rain circles so beautiful

some are bigger some smaller

they look like flickers

water kisses with water

I climbed up to the path. rain can be heard here. it falls over the dry leaves

through the sounds of rain I hear how grass is growing

grebe is spinning in the water with the fish in its beak

a little while ago I saw a man writing something on the

cut down tree trunks. now I see that murder was written

on this tree trunk it’s written crimes! murder

I love people who are sympathetic with other beings and who are fighting for them

that won’t go through. there is no God – says a girl to the

older woman while nervously opening and closing the umbrella

seagull is flying over the water with the little fish in its beak

I close my eyes and lift my head. rain drops are pricking my face

first year of the first time second ten year walking is coming to an end

I am the face of walking

I walk with the face – I walk the face

face to face

a woman came out of the café and stretched out her hand to see if it’s raining

I also love walking because of its graduality

all steps make walking but not a single one can be omitted

walking unites space and time

space of walking pleases time of walking and vice versa

through walking I begun to love both space and time

walking connects Earth and Universe because one

leg is constantly on the ground and the other is in the air

over the soil through the air

I love-kiss with face

I’m gonna go just in case. I’m going to pay the bills – says older gentleman to

the lady and the gentleman who he was strolling with while going to the public toilet

walk over my face

my nose

who surrenders to the other is love forever and love-kisses forever

gentlemanly

today I will tattoo the picture of the Universe on my left temple

on the left side of my neck I will tattoo the word bud

that will be twenty third and twenty fourth tattoo on my body

I took the photo of the left side of my face on which there still was no Universe or Bud

when I come back from the lake I will shave myself and prepare for the tattooing

Universe is the biggest being

biggest being that fits into the heart of every being

being of all beings

tranquillity of all beings

Universe all-being

the bells of love are ringing – there is grace in my heart

the bud on my neck is the creation of the Bud of All Beings

Bud is the total work of Miroslav Mandic and

each individual work of Miroslav Mandic Art

the bud of minerals

the bud of plants

the bud of animals

the bud of the spirits of nature

the bud of people

the bud of the higher intelligence

God

when I climbed the hill strong and cold wind started to blow

everything stirred up. I only managed to get to my stationary shop to buy

plastic foils. for the first time I met there man and wife who are both owners

and sellers. I told them they are wonderful and kind and that they look alike in spirit

enjoy in each other – I said to them in the end

I got out of the Damir’s studio. cold rain is falling

temperature also dropped for ten degrees

from now on my temple had nested the Universe

blue dots are the sanctuary of the Universe

Bud started budding on my neck

when Damir started tattooing the Universe on me. my twenty

third tattoo I saw that he has tattooed number 23 on his arm

twenty three is my number – said Damir

tattoo on my temple was hurting a bit. I almost didn’t feel anything on the neck

it’s such a joy to write on your own body

I am a body of a word

I hope that from now on Universe will fell easier and better and that it won’t be alone

I hope that from now on all beings will have the refuge in the Bud on my neck

I hope that these two tattoos are dear to God as well

I took the photo of the left side of my face with

tattoos that are still covered with ointment and nylon

let’s enjoy in each other

dedicated to all free shelters for the rejected ones

I am a bud of my lips on your neck Miroslav

first cold day

for the first time this year I saw the ice

everything was prickling from the clearness on the lake

sky was blue

water in the lake was blue

I was walking easily

as usually

I was thinking about writing

about how most exciting for me is writing down the word itself

any word

every word

appropriate one

inappropriate

sexy

swearword

swearwords are my conscience

every word is God

I am the one who swears

a wife to the unnoticed male

a husband to the rejected female

beauty of the unnoticed ones – Godly goodness in all things

goodness of the rejected ones – Godly beauty in all beings

at one moment I was walking after the dry little leaf that wind was carrying

where are You now – my little dry leaf

I love-kiss you locked up ones

I love-kiss you disdained ones

I love-kiss you mudlarks

I love-kiss everyone who takes the frozen ones into their body

I love-kiss desperate ones

hungry ones

I love-kiss the woman who is receiving a large amount

of sperm of many men on her face with a smile

I love-kiss water as water

I love-kiss water as clouds

I love-kiss water as rain

I love-kiss water as ice

I love-kiss water as snow

I love-kiss every being who is suffering through the fight for the rights of all beings

dedicated to Liu Xiaobo

freedom

I’m walking

writing

singing

freedom of all beings for the art of freedom of every being

freedom of every being for the poem of freedom of all beings

I love Your butt cheeks

beauty butt fuck me with your goodness

praying and thanking

dancing and singing

doing and being

creating and singing

pairs of love

friendly numbers

look

through healing steps

just

how

beautiful

every

word

is

with butt cheeks

through butt fucking

butt cheeks are body’s face cheeks

eyes are cheeks of the soul

soles and palms are cheeks of the spirit

bend over for me my loyal one

butt fuck us health

watch me innocent one

love-kiss us love

I’m supply footslogging You supple one

caress us with Your palms God

especially now I would

snowflakes are flying like meteorites

that’s how life flies

disperses

disappears

like a snowflake

life snowflake

guard me within Your heart

last night fatty tissue on my back started suddenly to hurt

I was so weak. so I am now as well. exposed and unprotected

what is left for me to do is to thank to the pain

to encourage myself after cowardice

to project myself again after being spiritless

being worthy of the body of every being

loyal to everybody’s soul

without conquering

without seduction

constantly loyal to the unexplainable

to the beauty that surrenders to goodness

to the goodness that makes surrendering god-like

there is less and less people on the lake and more and more dogs

they are hungry

exhausted by coldness

crows are nesting in the tree tops even before the dusk

seagulls and grebes are not getting into the water

I was praying for health

curing myself with the most remote and the closest

the most remote is equally far as the closest is close

outside is the same as the inside

I experienced this while I was praying and walking

I’m still thinking of a little cat that curled up in the middle of the road

I remembered last night’s spider that I saw in the bathroom

he made me happy while walking quickly away next to the bath

with the philosophy of the spider and the religion of the little cat

we are

dry snow is falling

young geometer is checking the height datum

on a little bridge across the Topcider creek

I’m warming up my nose with my gloves

I’m going downtown to give money for the Nest

I love imagining snow falling over the open sea

I leaned the mobile phone to my ear. it’s snowing. wind is whistling

bells of love are ringing

I love to imagine a man on the road

man on the road is a call of unification and harmony

man on the road is a lullaby to God

I love everything that is the way it is

without beautifying and acting

without fear and domination

like a hill

like a snow dust whirled by the snow

like a beautiful poor boy who is carrying bread in a plastic bag

I didn’t find the notebook but I bought Alan Turing’s biography

I slipped over the ice with my left leg

Vesna and me were drinking coffee and we talked for an hour

I enjoy agreeing permeating and identifying with somebody

I didn’t speak to anybody for few days

now these seven kilometres that are in front of me make me feel good

walking. silence. flow

I was thinking of something and at one point I felt how

my arms are swinging next to my body while I was walking

grass blades are trembling on the wind

tram driver rang to me because I was too much engaged

in watching the birds high in the sky

it got dark and gray and everything became even more exciting

while I’m walking cold wind is blowing in my face and I feel

that I’m somebody when I’m nobody

that I’m something when I’m nothing

legs are walking. arms are swinging. I’m happy

I felt nice and I missed the road

through any road one can be on the right road

through any road one can make a turn to the wrong road

it’s got dark. little sisters are shining. my snowflakes

pigeons are looking for food under the snow

when nothing is left what remains is joy

snowy

God’s

God

without God I wouldn’t be alive

I’m alive because I’m God

I walk because I’m God

I create because I’m God

I sing because I’m God

two little sparrows in the snow

two little sparrows in the snow – we are God

Ruso – You and me are God

Miroslav – you and me are God

road God

rose God

it’s cold on the ground – it’s warm under the ground

I’m walking – I’m massaging untouched

I’m walking – the bells of love have started to ring on the lake

I’m walking for everyone who is open to all beings

cold stone warms up in my hand quickly

the stone is warmer and warmer and it gives more and more pleasure

hey stone I despise all social classes

hey stone I despise everyone who cares for social reputation and power

hey stone authority is tasteless and stupid

hey stone opposition is vindictive and bitter

I left the stone on the paper in which I wrapped

hundred dinars that I left for an unknown person

it really made me sad when I saw these days how the close

people also stay within their social classes for the privileges

in their families. races. nations. countrymen. blue blood. species

rare ones are rare

rare ones are more and more rare

buds

buds of one and only bud

the fact that You are going to read these words in just

few hours makes out of them twenty-three new living beings

holly incest

the name for the all-I is All-I

the name for the all-You is Hollyou

holly All-I and holly Hollyou

Hollyou and All-I are the source of immortality

holly fool

fools to each other

with foolish God’s love Hollyou and All-I love-kiss

cold wind is beginning to blow

the surface of the lake has started to ripple

I’m watching the lake and thinking of fishes in it

it’s wonderful that fishes live in the water

fishes are guarding the water

fishes are beautiful and good and they swim and dive

you

are

swimming

me

fish-like

poem

fish-like

poem

is

more

nutrient

than

any

fish

soup

I’m happy because I wrote fish poem

I also wanted to write the wind poem but I gave up because I’m too cold

two siskins have flown out of the garbage bin

birds are starving

I cuddle the souls of all beings with my body

with my soul I love-kiss the brain of one and only being

I’m colder and colder and I feel better and better

yesterday I’ve heard that two thousand people in Belgrade live on the streets

that means that in the world there is at least three million people who live on the streets

the

poem

of

people

from

the

streets

makes

home

for

every

being

yesterday’s hundred dinars that I left on the fence next to the esplanade

nobody has taken yet

singing is all-breathing

poem

is

mathematics

of

beauty

singing is always fucking as well and fucking is always singing as well

fucking

is

the

poem

of

love

Hollyou and All-I Bud

I can’t wait for Sunday to come and I get some rest

and then I can’t wait for Monday to come and I start writing drawing and walking again

I’m enjoying Alan Turing as well as his literality and modesty

literality is such a beautiful word

According to my definition, a number is calculable

if it’s decimals can be written by a machine

now this is the machine on which I’m writing and which Turing so gently and casually mentioned for the first time

Analogy is an important tool with help of which

mathematics can be understood by non-mathematicians;

Turing was novel for embedding the analogy into the proof.

I adore analogy

From our perspective, complex symbols, unlike the simple ones, can’t be differentiated

at one glance if they are too long. That is proved through experience. We can’t say

on first site if 999999999999999 and 999999999999999 are the same numbers.

because of these 999999999999999 & 999999999999999 I adore You Alan

most exciting most beautiful most simple and most productive

is thinking through beginning

everything is in the beginning

everything exists through beginning

after beginning dissipation comes on

losing the wholeness comes

conflict

guilt

nostalgia

melancholy

yesterday I was reading a bit about the Philosophy of Mathematics on Wikipedia

I wished to write one of these days inspired by it. maybe I’ll do it and maybe I won’t

and then I stopped thinking

I was just climbing the streets

I was being amongst people and buildings

passing by

rejoiced the envelope that Vladimir Macura left for me in the pastry shop

today as well I couldn’t find the notebook for writing I am you are him 4

while I was passing by the Hippodrome going back

I noticed how strongly I enjoy the rhythm of the walking

I’m enjoying the Pozeska street

when I climb to Ban’s Hill I’m left with one more kilometre to the Nest

it’s close. it’s towards the end as well. and it’s flat

it’s wide. trams are going through as well. and I’ll buy something to eat

I’ll take a shower soon. and I’ll be listening to music as well

numbers are writing words. as well as words are counting numbers

they will sing me again. as well as I will love-kiss You again

as well as it’s important who we are friends with and who we love

said Vladeta Jerotic last night on TV

as well as me

today on the ninth kilometre I will make four thousand

kilometres of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

that is 1/10 of the overall Path of the Bud of All Beings

it’s the first time I mentioned it as Path of the Bud of All Beings

God will give to walk all 40076.569 kilometres

circumference of the Earth

unlike the First Ten Year Walking

First Time Second Ten Year Walking is the meta-walking

walking of the walking

music and mathematics of walking

it’s softer

I’d love it to be even more elastic

I was always drawn to the meta-level

meta-level has saved me in the jail

they locked up my body and my brain was getting free

I couldn’t walk but I was minding

walking love-kisses meta-walking

meta-walking liberates walking

I walk here-everywhere – I walk now-forever

I walk through all beings

I affirm my body through walking

through meta-walking I affirm the body of the Universe

my body is the Universe

my body are all beings

God

with the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

I’m celebrating the Rose of Wandering – First Ten Year Walking

with the Rose of Wandering and First Time Second Ten Year Walking

I announce and found the First Time Third Ten Year Walking

dedicated to the First Time Fourth Ten Year Walking and any n^th ten year walking

with walking and meta-walking movement and stillness are permeating

sun started to shine and the lake is evaporating

people are unbuttoning the jackets and coats

I made it – 5.714.285^th step of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

dying confirms immortality

with each step

with music

with mathematics

with singing

with dancing

to these sparrows which excited me a lot

this morning I wrote down in the Days of my Life 3^rd February Gertrude Stein’s birthday

26^th May Ludwig Wittgenstein’s birthday

I can’t wait to go outside. just to draw the

64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

in the eyes of the dog who looked at me a sun shine has glared

I’m happy that in the Days of My Life got in

Gertrude Stein’s and Ludwig Wittgenstein’s birthdays

tomorrow I’ll add to them three more birthdays

an old man is sitting on the chair with one leg stretched

crossed crutches and closed eyes and he’s sunbathing his beautiful face

they are ringing

the noon of love

last night I was really enjoying in the pages about fifty years old

Ludwig Wittgenstein whose seminar in 1939 about Fundamentals

of Mathematics was attended by twenty seven years old Alan Turing

I’m walking – dancing and singing – thinking how my life is mathematics

I’m walking – dancing and singing – thinking how my life is music

I’m walking – dancing and singing – thinking about that has anybody ever

wrote about the ways in which people are wiping their arse after shitting

tell me how You wipe Your arse and I’ll know everything about You

I know everything through anything

I’m swinging the camera in my arm and I’m randomly taking pictures

if you are practicing because of yourself. for your own pleasure and not

because somebody else tells you – sais a man to the woman who he is walking with

music of my life is the music of shitting

there is no music without shitting and everything that is rejected

sublimity is sublime because it sublimes everything

while I was praying to my heart to be health for all hearts

I thought how I never saw my heart

God

it’s very important to mention heart constantly

the more times I pronounce heart heart is more and more heart

the heart of goodness that I adore

the heart of carefree that is so pleasant

not that I gathered energy but I cannot even explain it to You – says a woman

to the woman who is walking next to her. that’s right – confirms the other woman

while slowly driving his bicycle large man is scratching his short hair with pleasure

I know You know that a moment ago I wanted

to send You a text message with words I love-kiss You

the man that a moment ago was scratching his hair made a circle with his

bike and now he’s caressing the head of one of the stray dogs that live on the lake

two men have set at the table which was in the sun. they

ordered two beers and now they are braking beagles to each other

I know that You know that whenever I’m walking

I’m gardening and walking through Your soul as well

the beauty of self-improvement is in the endlessness of self-improvement

a man is squatting and pruning the roses

this morning I put into the Days of My Life three more dates

7^th April Billie Holiday’s birthday

24^th December Ad Reinhardt’s birthday

28^th June Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s birthday

at first I wanted to put Meister Eckhart’s birthday

but the date of his birth is unknown just the year – 1260 and

then I decided to put Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s because of his walking

and to incant to me that’s not possible. that’s not according to God – says one of

the women workers who are scooping up dried leaves around the lake with the rakes

love-kiss my body

at the moment when I spoke out love-kiss my body the bells of love have started to ring

for four days I haven’t spoken to anybody

I love speaking when God speaks through me

when I am God

when art speaks out of me

when I am art

art through speaking – God through speaking

I also love to be quiet

to be quiet for a long time

I’m quiet and I hear everything

it’s important to get quiet when speaking

it’s especially important to get quiet in a conversation

I love speaking through silence

to start speaking from silence

a crow is stepping across the water – I smiled

I have smiled at a certain occurrence few times today

that is a laughter of support and approval

I’m smiling at You

I’m smiling at this young cat who is sitting on

the garbage basket and showing off her beauty

I’m smiling at Your shmile because after the first mistake You must have sensed

in the secind one that I made this bird-time-lucky one as well because of Your smile

quietness is a good friend

last night at one moment I felt it strongly and I felt good with my good friend quietness

sometimes when we are quite quietness speaks up in order to make me smile

for example – look look at Djordje – says quietness to me

I close my eyes and I’m sunbathing my thoughts

in the sunny ball in my eyes all thoughts are becoming one

goodness

eat me and drink me