Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

babies people. younglings of animals. buds of plants. grains of sand stones

ideas of spiritual world

sex of the sensual and metaphysical

love of the sensual and metaphysical gives birth to the immortal beings

I adore oversensitive people

my phone is ringing – Petar Miloradovic is calling

here are the first nudists on the lake

buzz of the ladybirds around my head reminds me of summer

and you will have the rye one

a baker woman that was cold until now told me kindly yesterday

I’m walking for the baker woman

today begins census of the population

I didn’t take part in the previous census or in the one before it

ever since – in 1991 – I went on the

Rose of Wandering my being and my status have changed

address In Your heart

nationality Life

state Universe

religion God

membership Alone for all

attribute God’s Child

I am a poet not a citizen

I am an artist not a member of an association

I am a walker – constant creating and singing to all beings

I am God not counting of the alive and the dead people

a job of an enumerator is to enumerate and mine is to create yet nonexistent

these blessings are my census

everything I think feel speak do create sing is my census

I hope that the enumerator will be understandable

and that they won’t make problems for me

I live and work for joy and in benefit of all beings

and that is not done under the human laws

humans are tiny portion of all beings

check in freedom

check in solidarity

check in immortality

check me into Your heart

Miroslav

asked me an unknown woman near the Synodal Church. she reached out

with her hand and said Isak’s wife. she rejoiced me very much

you are more beautiful Svetlana. that’s why I couldn’t recognize you

beauty is goodness

while I was drawing Good Walker and thinking how many people lived on

planet Earth until my birth so that I could know which number in that row

am I exactly I could have plunged down the staircases on the Sava jetty

I is God’s glory for myriad of times in a row

I ask freely only when I’m happy because

that’s when I transmit freedom and happiness on you

I sexually love-kiss everybody’s sexuality

bricks bricks

thorn thorn

baby baby

God God

obeying liberates

liberation creates

creation sings

singing

god

god

of

singing

I went after this old man on the crossroads

out of respect even though red lights were on

at this moment

I have changed

poems

I am God

in the book

I am You are I

into

i am god

I

sing

everything

in

small

letters

in

glory

of

one

and

only

great

letter

letter

god

the name all walkers who are walking into hundred thousand years is Miroslav Mandic

the name of all artists who are creating in now is Miroslav Mandic

the name of all poets who are singing in eternity is Miroslav Mandic

every word is beauty and goodness

there you are I can’t remember Greek word for goodness and beauty

that is the way in which there you go is constantly present

there you go

I love-kiss

you

there you go

eternal

summer

bathing of a soul

sunbathing of a mind

never say never

always say now

God I call you by my name

you celebrate me through your name

God

god

bud

ruth

compassion

synergy

harmony

I am a donkey of beauty

donkey of beauty love-kisses a mare

mare

of

god

is

god

there is no conversation without love

there is no thinking without God

I love-kiss

conversation is dragging relativisation and hiding of guilt

whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent

Wittgenstein

whereof one cannot speak, thereof I sing

God

every

word

is

god’s

name

and

poem

i am god confirms God

I was passing by the bus for blood donation

I’m sorry I cannot donate blood because of jaundice that I had

if I carried on donating blood after twenty fifth time until today I would

have donate blood for hundred and forty times and around forty litres of blood

instead of three of them there would be eight of them

poem

of

life

you

are

my

life

poem

while I was writing the word bud I was passing by the cars from which

one woman gave me a worried look. I approached the opened window and told her

I’m writing something for myself and people get scared. just you do your job – she said

when my seeing takes place of me watching I can see everything is love-kissing

Clear

scared woman is running after her dog and calling it

only when I’m not myself – I am I

only when I’m not a man – I am God

God is love

love transforms

God becomes God

it really makes me feel good when somebody is kind to me

dedicated to a kind woman who I bought lettuce from

...I hurt you once long time ago...

I got this text message from one child-woman

a lot of people hurt me. mainly for no reason

all those traumas shocked me and insulted me

I love-kiss You my innocence

I tried to transform all the traumas into poem art and love

I love-kiss everyone who hurt me

I never wanted to hurt anybody on purpose even though I’m aware that this hurts somebody as well

and

this

goodness

even

more

so

and

this

beauty

as

well

God is love

love transforms

God becomes God

I wrote yesterday and day before yesterday but this is today

while weeding being bent down a worker of Parks and Gardens

is talking over the mobile phone

misusing is a tool of profit and interest

good-using is shyness of singing and fragility

everything is yellow with dandelion

it will be red with poppies

blue with swallows

I haven’t seen a single poppy

nor a first swallow

a man screened his face from sun with the hat

he took off and he’s watching the airplane above his head

when I do something with permission of a dice

I’m calmer even if I experience some unpleasantness

I enjoy lettuce more and more

it will be like that until the first tomatoes come

really sometimes I write very well the word really

I’m smiling to my failures

they are liberating me from illusions

leading me over the limits of success

fool helps me a lot

I would go crazy without fool

fool easily takes what I can’t

I should help fool as well

fool

let’s

dance

you dance so good

I’m guarding You I love-kiss You my fool

the angles of loneliness are guarding people from loneliness

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I am fool

fool’s children

younglings of all beings

God’s children

words

my fools

God is love

love transforms

God becomes God

I wrote yesterday the day before yesterday and three days ago but this is today

Miroslav Mandic who writes the name of Miroslav Mandic

I enjoy Miroslav Mandic who writes the name of Miroslav Mandic

while writing the letters that are making the name Miroslav Mandic

feels as if he’s writing over the rocky mountain wreaths

everything trembles within that Miroslav Mandic writing

dust that flies in the air sparkles with Miroslav Mandic

flowery meadows are full of rhythmical jerks

Miroslav Mandic is constant contractions and releases

surrendering

spine’s nerves

Miroslav Mandic adjustment of all Miroslav Mandics

Miroslav Mandic horse’s neck

Miroslav Mandic thighs of love

Miroslav Mandic cimcum

M spermia

M is Miroslav Mandic Miroslav Mandic is M

one and only spermia of all beings

Miroslav Mandic is what you wish for yourself

Miroslav Mandic is what you are to others

Miroslav Mandic wheat of an animal

Miroslav Mandic supernatural bread

Miroslav Mandic daily rose

M runs towards M

Miroslav Mandic modesty that protects every being from loneliness

Miroslav Mandic boys which are running through water

Miroslav Mandic before I create Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic while I’m singing Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic after the walking of Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic helps me being Miroslav Mandic

indivisible sameness

God is love

love transforms

God becomes God

I wrote yesterday the day before yesterday three four and five days ago but this is today

forty years ago in summer 1971 I wrote a text

Poem about Film because of which I was convicted. yesterday

I thought that it would be nice to write the Poem about Poem this summer

wow

it could be the famous summer 2011

richness destroys could be the first sentence of the Poem about Poem

at this moment I’ve decided that I will be writing the Poem about Poem

I will open a file Poem about Poem

I opened it and I wrote down

Richness destroys. Poem about Poem is immortal poem about immortality.

I am a happy man

I share the happiness with all beings

fucking delivers beings

singing creates all beings

fucking love-kisses singing

singing bows to fucking

I hug the loyal ones

I love-kiss the brave ones

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my heels and Achilles’ tendons are sore from 10^th January. I saw this

editing this years’ blessings. my spine is bothering me for more than a month

everything is connected in the heart of an abused dog

will

into

the

heart

mind

into

the

heart

heart

into

the

pussy

and

cock

pussy

and

cock

into

the

poem

poem

into

the

resurrection

wow what a joy while I’m writing this blessing in which end resurrects the same wow

your

heart

pulsates

within

my

chest

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I love to love

female artists love-kiss male singers of creativity

male singers of creativity are fucking with inconsolable ones

God is love

love transforms

God becomes God

I wrote yesterday the day before yesterday three four and five days ago but this is today

yesterday was Cioran’s birthday. in one text about him I’ve read

for a bad news he will be awarded with Rivarol prize, the only prize that

Cioran has ever accepted. And when Albert Camus told him: “Now you have to

get involved with the flux of ideas”, he thought: “Fuck off!” “You will understand, he will

give me lectures with his culture of a teacher”, he was confiding with Liiceanu; “he has

read some writers, but he doesn’t have a bit of philosophical culture and he is telling me:

now... as if he was addressing the pupil. I left. It was a great humiliation for me”.

the culture of teachers is poisoning everything in front of it

teacher is death for poetry

teacher is lethal for art

sadness

world of bodies

light

holiness

sanctum

heart

god

heart

god

heart

god

heart

god

heart

god

heart

god

heart

god

heart

god

heart

god

heart

god

heart

god

perfection

everything turned into a dot

everything comes out of a dot

poem

poem

poem

poem

poem

poem

poem

poem

poem

poem

poem

God

truth

beauty

goodness

beautiful

within

a

poem

of

good

and

beautiful

for

one

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h

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r

it will be the a of the book on Friday

should I celebrate it and how

alone or with somebody

loyal to loyalty

an ode to the loyal loyalty

(in Serbian it’s as follows: “oda odanoj odanosti” and so are the following blessings) 

a loyal ode to loyalty

loyalty to the loyal ode

My dear Miroslav, here’s what happened to me yesterday:

I was on my estate standing next to just planted plants… A cousin

whose name is Rose told me: “I’m following it for years now

swallows always come on 9^th April.” Hug! Petar. 

Petar Miloradovic sent me this e-mail yesterday

Petar. Kiss my Rose Swallow 

I sent a text message to Petar

Fuck And Fuck Yourself Miroslav Is My Name

I Would Love If You Would Believe Me More Than Yourself Is The Name Of My Life

I Would Love If You Would Love-Kiss Me More Than Yourself Is The Name Of My Art

don’t worry – I love-kiss You

I’ve changed the decision that pictures Numbers – Tree of Life should be

in colours of chakras. all sixty six pictures will be multicolours

the meadow of flowers

everything is so simple

one and simple

(in Serbian: “jedno i jednostavno”)

cosmically simple

blessings are love that is inhaled

while reading blessings You are exhaling and inhaling love

the blessing of a blessing is within the fact that You don’t feel the blessing

but You are consisted of it

I don’t know who You are but I love-kiss You

I love-kiss You my enemy because You are my greatest benefit

I love-kiss You as well even though You are angry and opposing

I found a pebble the size of a pee – it makes me want to cry from its beauty

small pieces of glass are shimmering next to the tram tracks

nothing is remote even if it is remote

the smell of malt is spreading around the sugar refinery

horse paths around the hippodrome are white

I’m lifting my hand letting the tram drivers know they shouldn’t worry about me

I’m lifting my hand and I’m waving to the screen on which is written

I’m lifting my hand and I’m waving to the screen on which is written

my Achilles’ tendons and heels got tired

I still haven’t seen the first swallow

here comes the morning

immortality is god-human work, a work of freedom and a work of boon,

a work that is accomplished from underneath and from above – Berdyaev

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to make god-like being god-like

the body of immortality lives within the immortality of a body

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muscle fibres of immaterial

nerves of spirit

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f  r  e  e d o m

d

o

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I’m caressing the void in front of me

it’s wonderful how my words are left after me

words are taking me towards immortality they sing my immortality

my immortality is immortality of all beings

cape

one is the love

I still want… I will take a bit… a bit of coffee

soft-talk is one of the little paths of immortality

when a gazelle leaps

a magnolia blooms

a soul prays

give me your nobleness

the sun in heels

elasticity in tendons

give just give

I’m receiving

I’m giving You through receiving

I’m giving You receiving

a moment ago I also obeyed the dice

I’m thinking of how to throw a ball so that it tells me what to do

I love to obey

obeying turns me into a child

free and immortal

in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth

not only that I love-kiss my enemies but the thing is that

they should love-kiss me and have greatest benefit out of it

believe

believe and

believe and go

believe and go and

believe and go and you’ll

believe and go and you’ll see

believe and go and you’ll see that

believe and go and you’ll see that it

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and that

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and that it

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and that it is

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and that it is your

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and that it is your path

my rose

path and rose

dancing and singing

please and thank you

goodness and beauty

You and I

couples of one

one and only I

another 33 blessings to the middle of the book

dew

my humble joy

sparkles

girls

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and that it is Your path

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and that it is Your

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and that it is

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and that it

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and that

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own and

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its own

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on its

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens on

believe and go and you’ll see that it happens

believe and go and you’ll see that it

believe and go and you’ll see that

believe and go and you’ll see

believe and go and you’ll

believe and go and

believe and go

believe and

believe

your

bud

today is Robert Walser’s birthday

I love-kiss you Robert Walser

let’s go together towards the middle of the book

silent happiness powers all books that have ever been written and that will be written

my internet is switching off

I’m celebrating the loneliness that love-kisses all beings

husband

love for all beings emerges from me

wife

this is my world

child

the child of yearning love-kisses the yearning of each child

every blessing I write down is gratitude to the blessed ones

I’m writing these words with a gentle heart

blessing by blessing

constant vibrating

orgasm of the beginning is orgasming every moment

it was miraculous writing each of 64788 blessings until now

counting this 64789^th one the most miraculous blessing

I’m calling You miracle if You exist – if You don’t exist – here You are blessed

love

me

I

am

your

and

my

I

that

love-kisses

all

beings

whenever I’m delighted I should bow to the delight

I lived every blessing bowing to singing

these blessed blessings have never until now been flowing towards me so slowly

God’s slowness

we are looking at each other’s eyes within the heart of one and only looking

I’m reaching out to You

You are caressing my hand with Yours

in-step

we

are

stepping

into

the

64800^th – last blessing of the first half of the book

the physics of God

64801^st – first blessing of the second half of the book

God of physics

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Who Ever Loves Is My Name

Who Ever Loves All Beings Is My Surname

Who Ever Loves God Is My Name And Surname

Who Ever Is Any One Of 64794 Blessings Till The End Of The Book Is My Nickname

God

if the scientists would expose their heads to collide with

each other and smash while propelled to the highest speeds

as they collide smallest particles in accelerators with no compassion

they would come to the discoveries they yearn for so much

they would discover that I is the smallest particle

a light of grass

transformation through the first kiss

constant boogie-woogie

enchanting helplessness

the dawn of hope

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g

i

b  o  g  i  ć  i  g  o  b

i

g

o

b

(meaning: little God)

grass always meant a lot in my life

grass means to me even more now

grass – now

the same

my heart in Your hand

red heart of the green grass

blue helplessness of statements

purple unprotectedness You are my loyal wife

purple unprotectedness You are my colourful protection

rose swallow

a house at the end of the village

a path under the feet

a prison bed

a-woman-with-big-goose-bumps

a home in a throat

I’m so happy now that I gave up on the alpha male thing when I was fifteen

I’m smiling a my love failures

I hug

I kiss

I’m hugged

I’m kissed

hope is dawning

the crack of

flowery formulae

husband

wife

child

to myself

to you

I am god

when you passed by me a moment ago I felt how since childhood

my glass of death was overfilled and the glass of Eros not filled enough

in some moments everything I see and everyone I see

I experience as if it was me from some other parts of my life

this car that rushed up the street is me

this young man who is pulling up his pants because they are falling down is me

clothes pegs in different colours that are hanging on the string is me

kind neighbour motorbike rider from whose apartment

I get waken up and filled with joy of the sounds of cradle

I should be writing blessings in the evening and during the night as well

I bought fine corduroy with floral motifs and violet lining today

to sew something by hand for the first time in my life

a vest

a poet’s vest

if I manage to do it I’ll also make one artist’s vest and walker’s vest

I have no idea how is it done but I’ll do it

vests are important to me because of the pockets

pockets are important because of the work I’m doing outside

I’m having a bit of troubles now since all that sawing is too fine for my eyes

but if I’m patient it will happen somehow

sewing for poetry

I should by more thread

I might need an iron but I don’t have an iron

from everything I need it’s always most important that I don’t need anything

thre

ads

just

love

god

only

petty

poems

I’ll buy thread during this evening’s walking but I won’t start tonight

I want to draw the Numbers

and I should also cool down a bit in terms of that floral vest

knitting wool-work weaving sewing patchwork it’s all writing

joy of being itself

I rejoice evening shadows

to myself who I will recognise in somebody

to the loneliness

by love-kissing

God

the future of present humanity doesn’t exist any more

present humanity has evolved on crime

present humanity cannot set itself free from crime and there is no future with crime

human schools and institutions are criminal

their civilisation is criminal

I am a man – I am a criminal

as a man I’m not only the oldest human being but I’m also the greatest criminal

the most horrific crimes are being covered up and kept secret

they are stored in secret archives

brains are screaming

greatest crimes are discovered after fifty years

winners are the greatest criminals

wow what a sudden pain in the left heel

last night I saw on television a programme about the crimes that were

done over the innocent people sixty-seventy years ago

whenever I write about horrible things I don’t mention names

so that horrors wouldn’t be spread

this morning I felt guilty and dead for hundreds of thousands of years

I tried to find the way to write about all of that during the walking

nothing was opening until I wrote today’s poem in the book I am You are I

I am god

I carry

the crimes

of humanity

all beings

help

me

future of humanity is in the hearts of innocent victims

that have forgiven to their executors

future of humanity is within individuals who have detached

from humanity and transformed into yet unnamed being

future of humanity is always and forever God

being and just being is beautiful and most important being

being is hard because one has to live

living is hard because a man and its lives are crimes

life is constant scream that we don’t hear so that we could live

sometimes in life there nothing else exists but that scream

of the innocent who are always subject to crimes

terrible crimes that are done and which we are just now finding put are nothing

compared to the ones that are done now and which we are

going to find out after fifty years

the hierarchy of love is within the crucial importance of every being

pain in my left foot

these days as if the pain was leaving my heels and Achilles’ tendons but then during

today’s walking it suddenly appeared. I stopped so that the pain would get out. I

carried on with slow walking, it never appeared again. but now when the legs

cooled down the pain has returned

thank You God

I rejoice You future

I love-kiss You unnamed one

today around 11:30 I got wonderful idea for writing

honey honey

I say to the little sparrow on the branch

I’m enjoying the frogs croak

it reminds me of spring waters

smells of greenery

flourishing of boyhood in child’s muscles

approaching the water – provoking the danger

swiftness of the body on which I was relying more and more

I’m sitting at the desk again. that’s where five hours ago

the idea about writing till the end of this life was born

what a joy

constant budding

after the great excitement about lifetime writing I’m in the need of peace

peace for each day

during the walk I was walking slowly in glory of everyday writing until the end of my life

I also enjoyed resting my heel

frogs were croaking from both sides of the lake

at this moment I felt within me Nina Tarbuk that is gone for twenty or so years already

frogs reminded me of water plants and flooding of subterranean waters

barefootedness

I miss more and more to be barefooted

whole my life I felt that rarely anybody can accept me

that’s why with each friendship and each love affair

I was hugely excited and suffered a lot

nothing has remained from that

I’m lonelier than I’ve ever been

more peaceful

happier

now more than ever I don’t feel that somebody can accept me as a whole

except You

that’s why I’m more and more ashamed

without wholeness I’m nothing and shame

shy child and even more shy boy

that’s how I felt and that’s what I was thinking while I was climbing up on Ban’s Hill

barefootedness I coming to You

we’ll go together

blessing is a wholeness

wholeness of all beings

I

I needed some good words from You and You’re fucking with me big time 

said a girl to somebody over the phone

ten years ago I couldn’t bare this solitude

twenty years ago I couldn’t bare the solitude from ten years ago

thirty years ago that one from twenty years ago

forty years ago that one from thirty years ago…

life’s novel

since I am alone I should use all the goodness that solitude gives

solitude – a matter of love

poem of love

solitude helps me not to feel lonely

I love-kiss everything through solitude

I’m cheering the lonely ones

I accept love of the lonely ones

I’m drinking wine for the health of every being

I’m turning every moment into immortality

solitude is our fellowship

constant wedding

creation is wedding the creation

Universe wriggles into loyalty

spirals surrender to circling

all colours of light penetrate the light of each colour

beetroot

cyclamen

rose-like road

road-like rose

same-like of the all-like

all-like of the same-like

isn’t it so my isn’t it so

I love-kiss You featureless woman

You are the only wife to the only husband

mother of all features

mountain grass is breastfeeding the grass in the valleys

new bodies are setting free old spirits

my

love

I

love

-

kiss

you

 the wind has again overthrown the towel over the shirt that are hanged on the balcony

great events are happening on small balconies

has there ever been a book written with the title History of Towels in Historical Events

a story Flattering of Drying Laundry

a poem Tears of Humour are Bowing to the Tears of Horror

I love You very much my path

my music and my nest

the rose of grass

midnight joy

bite of the starved

womb of love

festivity of double-meaning

palace-like resurrection

Romania

breads that are let down the river

elixir of love

I would love if somebody would make an elixir of immortality

if nobody makes it then I’ll make it myself even though I know nothing about it

simple elixir of immortality

elixir of bowing to the love of all beings

elixir of particles

drunkenness of all-being

brain of life

the science has proven that human brain works only ten percent and few

days ago I’ve heard how scientists are proving that brain works hundred percent

it’sallthesame

donotseparatemefromyourselfeveninwords

beauty is truth

elixir of love will be called It’sallthesame

elixir of immortality Donotseparatemefromyourselfeveninwords

goodness of sunlight

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