Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

art is breakaway from art. yearning for resurrection. sparkle in my eyes

 

art are partings. I parted in order to

guard love forever and to love even more everyone

I parted with. if You’d seen my face now You would have felt that

 

art are buds. in the beginning of 1972 the buds of the forest that was surrounding me on

my guard post have entered me while the forest was opening up to the spring and I was

waiting for the jail in which I died and I didn’t even know then that the first buds of

my life in that winter that is ending have fertilised me with the Bud of All Beings

 

then come the decisions that I made in jail and

that helped me survive. decisions that became my art

 

art is vegetarianism. not hurting. it saved me from myself

 

art is non-violence. not giving up from love

 

art is not getting a job. surrendering to the lilies in the valley – to the birds in the sky

 

art is to shorten the step. some evenings ago I was showing You how I was doing that

 

art is to be silent. to live and love-kiss in unspoken but testimonial and lived words

 

art is not speaking in the language of educated people. not betraying a single

word. love-kissing each and every one. being word through all words

 

art is not possessing. living every day in constant gratitude of the life itself

 

art is giving away books. renouncing everything but becoming and

creating everything. singing one and only book of poetry-singing

 

art is homelessness. settle me with loyalty and love-kissing

 

I admit – I enjoy – I sing – Definitions of Art are singing You

 

life is an autobiography of the river of life

 

thumb across the lips

 

cattails on quiet water

 

Ljubica’s bosoms before we barge into the ditch while it’s

raining on the surface of the water and our teenage bodies

 

one are the bosoms

 

bosoms of walking

 

bosoms of love-kissing

 

bosoms of bosoms

 

red

me

red

 

ask me just ask me

 

lead me and soak with love through all pubs of this and other world

 

lead me into yourself

 

Your clitoris on my lips my girl while I’m baking

baby potato testifies that in this world the most beneficial is

Miroslav Mandic Benefit – benefit of the frail. benefit on one and only resurrection

 

within

you

I’m

even

more

myself

beautiful

one

 

through

you

I’m

god

even

more

god

little

girl

 

I am I of the one and only I-Am-You-Are-I

 

goodness is blossoming

 

beauty is fucking

 

is

one

is

 

art is poverty. only richness – richness of the unselfish ones

 

art is modesty. cock the wanderer

 

art is to be patient. cock the wanderer loyal to every pussy

 

art is not attending cultural manifestations. cock the wanderer

loyal to every pussy that has surrendered to cock the wanderer

 

art is to be disobedient towards police and secret societies. cock the wanderer

loyal to every pussy that has surrendered to cock the wanderer

and his little cock of bravery

 

art is being on the side of rejected ones and to live being compassion with them. cock

the wanderer loyal to every pussy that has surrendered to cock the wanderer

and his little cock of bravery in order to sing herself in his wandering

 

art is not watching oneself in a mirror. cock the wanderer loyal to every pussy that

has surrendered to cock the wanderer and his little cock of bravery in order

to sing herself in his wandering and thank for everything to modesty

 

art is work on jail decisions. all these forty years during which I was falling and getting

up in order to be worthy of the youth that has surrendered itself to the jail decisions

 

art are tattoos. twenty four tattoos on my skin that are preparing tattoos of

Miroslav Mandic name on one and only skin – everybody’s skin – skin of all beings

 

art are bearings. to bear the wine of love

 

art are endurings. to endure love of God’s wine

 

art is decision to go towards the sky. I am the sky within you

and all beings are eternally budding within me

 

this is how it was with Definitions of Art for today

 

already drunk with wine of life with which Kaja

drunk me in moment of giving birth to me

 

last night Mirhana brought me nine white

wines for writing Definitions of Art. on the back

of each bottle Mirhana wrote the quality of each wine

 

passion – Montenegrian Chardonnay from 2009 13% of alcohol

 

tension – Chilean Sauvignon Blanc from 2010 12,5% of alcohol

 

pain – own picking Thalia from 2009 11,5% of alcohol

 

suffering – Alexinac region Grasevina from 2008 11% of alcohol

 

wisdom – Hungarian Balatoni from 2003 13,5% of alcohol

 

play – Spanish Finza alta 12% of alcohol

 

tenderness – Macedonian Belan from 2009 11% of alcohol

 

joy – French Baron de Valac 10,5% alcohol

 

love – Italian la Merchesina 8,5% of alcohol

 

I will leave every day a glass of wine so that

on the last day of writing Definitions of Art on 4^th June 2011

for Kaja’s eighty fifth birthday I would drink all nine wines at once

 

long live health of all beings

 

if I may

I would add from my side

not in connection with historical circumstances

that main misconception is belief that truth is the result

which is obtained in the end of thought process

truth is

quite the contrary

always a beginning of thinking

thinking is always without any results

the difference between philosophy and science

is that science has results

philosophy doesn’t

thought begins after it has

so to say

found its home in the experience of truth

the difference between philosophers and other people is

that the first ones refuse to leave it

and not that they are the only indwelling of truth

this idea that truth is the result of thinking is very old

and can be traced back all the way to the old classical philosophy

maybe even to Socrates himself

if I’m right and if it really is a fallacy

then it is probably the oldest fallacy of Western philosophy

it can be detected in almost all definitions of truth

and especially in traditional adequatio rei et intellectus

truth

in other words

is not within thinking

but it is

to use Kantian language

precondition of the possibility of thinking

it is both

beginning and apriori

from Hannah Arendt’s letter to Mary McCarthy on 20^th July 1954 that I transformed into Hanna Arendt’s poem

 

I’m still drinking – wine of passion – passion of non-passion – harmlessness

of the harmless ones

 

afternoon sun is caressing his windows

 

he would find it nice if his heels would be healed since he is not walking

 

he would find it nice to immerse into her

 

it would be good for her to disappear within him

 

I’m budding and love-kissing each being with words of immortality

sun is calling me more and more and it’s warmer and warmer on my window

 

art is jail decisions that became my work. poems within stories of freedom

through which I was surrendering to the freedom of freedom

 

art is admiration. a pussy in soul of every being

 

art is trees. open sexuality of trees opened my mind

 

art is uprooting. I returned to the tacit history of the beginning

 

art is suggestive speech. innocence which I was dazzled with in the other

 

art is mystical speech. energetic transformation of energy into God

 

art is surrendering-lectures. through surrendering to You

I was surrendering myself to the lecture that dwells only within You

 

art is conscience. art is this poem which I’m writing with this moment

 

art is consciousness. bowings through which I’m bowing

to the bowings of the most loyal ones

 

art is not to wait for a woman any more. I’m running towards a girl that

is giving birth to me within her through God poet artist and walker

 

art is oaths. all spaces and all times within

one and only oath of Miroslav Mandic Wedding

 

art is carefulness. I’ve discovered it on the Second Walking for Poetry

and from then on carefulness lives within me and in moments of my greatest roughness

 

sing yourself within me

hoy

 

always and forever love-kiss yourself within me

ouch

 

previous three days Definitions of Art have been elevating me

 

I am a child in front of the child of abyss

 

danger

 

more flowery Chilean Sauvignon Blanc from 2010 with 12,5% alcohol I find

more pleasant then Montenegrian Chardonnay from 2009 with 13%

 

little flower in the meadow

 

undecipherable play within a particle

 

a little bit

 

I am god

testimony

about

goodness of every boy

and

innocence of every girl

today’s poem from the book I am You are I

 

while I’m writing today’s blessings and drinking Chilean Sauvignon Blanc

I’m getting ready for today’s meeting around five with young mister

Djordje Lukic who will be eighteen on 17^th July 2011

 

fuckable is fucking fuckable

 

path loyal to rose

 

rose to path

 

Your yearning gurgles within me through Your immortality

 

dice just told me not to ask You about Zajecar and not to send an e-mail

of love to Your wife while You are absent from home my friend even though

I’ve told You I will do it because I love her with same love for You and all beings

 

I just wrote You a message because the dice told me that

I can do it but I gave up on letting You know about my present

excitements so that I wouldn’t upset affirmations of carefulness towards

all beings to which I’m loyal and through which all beings live from each other

 

find

yourself

within

me

 

flourish

within

me

through

god

 

down the road

 

by the bud

 

art is prayer. disappearing in surrendering to the arch-confidence

 

art is not giving birth biologically – it’s giving birth spiritually. I was thirty

eight. since then for twenty four years now I’m constantly giving birth to You

 

art is loneliness. same thing You are feeling now

 

art is tenderness. revolution through adhesion

 

art is unprotectedness. a girl of bravery in my veins

 

art is non-knowledge. tranquillity of knowledge in fool’s smile and poet’s words

 

art is goodness. speed of light with which horse barges into the mare

 

art is beauty. light speed with which mare accepts the barging of the horse

 

art is a person. God’s face of some Slavica somewhere

 

art is patience. supressed sexuality of fears releases itself

through patience in which there are no more fears even in the fear itself

 

art is invisible. fairy-tale in all stories. story in each poem

 

art is what’s unimportant. pulsating of one and only in the chests of every being

 

art in my Definitions of Art awakens immortality within all beings

 

art in my Definitions of Art awakens what’s expected for every being

 

art in my Definitions of Art awakens love in every being

 

I miss my walking and I’m not sure if my heels and Achilles’ tendons are better

 

I hoovered my apartment in order to get a bit sweaty

 

I’m a bit tired of everything

 

sad

 

being sad I’m love-kissing sorrow

 

sadness – joy me

 

sadness – let’s joy

 

we will

sadness screamed

 

I find flowery Chilean Sauvignon Blanc from 2010 with 12.5% alcohol

nicer from today’s own picking Thalia from 2009 with 11.5% alcohol

 

as if I’m eating flowers

 

mountain

 

sunny

 

bathed with smells of ocean that warm air carries towards cold tops

 

when I will be eating grapes in the autumn I will remember these wines

 

when I will be swimming this late afternoon I will remember Your sexiest body

 

with my head bent I’m bowing to the wine of Your unselfishness

 

with baby potatoes that are cooling down

 

sex of all beings is guarding every being with love

 

art is me without progeny and without property

invisible thread of Your life in every life

 

art is me without health insurance and without being employed

faith hope and love for Your health and creation of all beings

 

art is me without bank account and without attorney

faith hope and love so that Your money will flow to me without banks and administration

 

art is me without scholarships and without membership

faith hope and love for You because You and You and You… and membership never

 

art is me without awards and without funds

faith hope and love is changing of Your mind through which vibrations are even better

 

art is me without police and army

faith hope and love for Your innocence through which only an atom itself exists

 

art is me without public and without market

faith hope and love of my I for Your I and every I every day

 

art is me without reviews and without critics

faith hope and love of Your beginning of every moment in surrendering to my eternity

 

art is me without gallerist and without publisher

faith hope and love for Your who live from me for God and all beings

 

art is me without mainstream and without salary

faith hope and love of Your money which I conjure as a salary of immortality

 

art is me without secrets and without lies

faith hope and love for Your harmlessness and innocence my only girl

 

art is me without arms and without tools

faith hope and love for Your nakedness with whose beauty all beings are bathing

 

Definitions of Art are Billie Holiday’s voice in every word of mine

 

Definitions of Art are my caregivers through which I care for all particles

 

Definitions of Art are caring through which I care for all caregivers

 

Definitions of Art are Tomislava Sekulic

 

today I saw You for the first time within Your Self

 

Tomislava Sekulic

 

I’m sending You gentle greetings my Tomislava

 

I am a path within Your being

 

You are the rose within mine

 

spirals are circling

throat is hugging a throat with hugging

(in Serbian hugging and throat sound the same: grlo grljenjem grli grlo)

 

today I’m drinking strongest and oldest wine. Hungarian

Balatoni from 2003 with 13.5% alcohol which is after Chilean

Sauvignon Blanc nicest even though I don’t feel flowers in it

 

after pouring new glass of wine chair touched me and I thought Your hand

 

don’t give up not-giving-up

 

join me joining

 

nestle nestling

 

female-identical to male-identical

 

to the only one

 

Miroslav Mandic

 

sunny glades

 

oath within an oath

first letters written by Miroslav Mandic that certain just born children got

 

all women of my life are all women of one and only life

one and only girl within each woman – to my girl – one and only woman of all beings

art is grass. magnificent neglected ordinariness

 

art are sparrows. healing presence

 

art are poppies. just as much as my fields start getting red in Your soul

 

art are swallows. placidity by blueness – smouldering by air-writing of all beings

 

art is a robin. chirping through which I’m inviting robins to chirp in the Chirping One

 

art is a horse. thuds of loyalty

 

art is repetition. concatenation of a body on bodies

 

art are moments. wink of winking

constant winking of love that those who are in love don’t notice and those who use banality of evil eliminate

 

art is first of June. hey tomorrow’s 1^st June 2011 that will come and go

 

art is resurrection. gardening through Your orgasms

 

art are rejections. all my rejections are art works

and I join them to the wholeness of my work

 

art is blue money. art of money within blue buds

loathing the violence of civilisation

 

Definitions of Art are expansions of analogies in one and only art

 

Definitions of Art are when yearning flies towards yearning

 

Definitions of Art are when a scream screams to the scream

 

Definitions of Art are non-differentiations that admonish sameness

 

hey one is our mother – the fuckable one. hey one is our father – the fuckable one

 

I’ve listened enough stories about not fucked enough mothers

 

I’ve listened enough stories about cocky fathers

 

today Spanish wine Finza Alta with 12% alcohol

 

red rose on the table

 

sensuality is most abstract

 

the most sensual abstraction

 

smell of baby potatoes

 

vegetable poisoning that is spreading through Europe

 

vegetable selling woman who sold me young lettuce told me

where are you I haven’t seen you for a while

 

I’m drinking wine – I’m suckling You

 

love is a being

 

a being loves to love-kiss

 

when a being doesn’t love-kiss a being kills beings

 

I adore Your body and that’s why don’t prevent me with Your body to get to my spirit

 

I adore Your life and that’s why don’t prevent me

with Your life to get to the life of all beings

 

sex is milk through which God nurses his beings