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WELCOME TO THE SUMMER DOWNPOUR
I hope I will have a swim today also even though they say that the temperature is going to drop and that there will be a storm I love swimming and I also love downpours summer downpours I’m sorry that philosophy doesn’t speak about summer downpours and I’m also sorry that summer downpours aren’t talked about as of philosophy I know at least one person who would love that apricots fell into the grass pouring over the river waves gone wild no imagination is more exciting than a downpour everything that is is also the most imaginative plainness is the most imaginative streams of water are flowing through the vineyards green walnuts are falling down one can’t even run across the street from the downpour and a lot of water after the downpour children are trampling through the warm puddles I know at least few of them who are straightening their back in order to appeal to the summer downpours it’s better to live with time that is gone wild than with wilderness within oneself sun is stronger and stronger and it’s warmer and warmer and it doesn’t seem at all that it’s going to be as they say it is going to be today in my dream I decided to say to Marijana that instead of massaging me she should massage all beings every day through massaging one stone all beings will be better and I will feel as if I am massaged every day all beings are pouring sweet ripe fruit Ben Webster and Coleman Hawkins are always good they say that it will be cooler for the weekend and that from Tuesday it will be hot again it’s very hot now and from Tuesday it will be hot again it’s nice even in language and let alone in nature that cooling down and warming up I will be in the water in one hour they banned swimming across the lake I just plunge myself in the middle of the lake relax surrender I can’t get enough pleasantness is pouring
MIRIS MIROM SMELL THROUGH PEACE
good afternoon – an unknown man greeted me good afternoon – I shouted back to him with joy a sales woman before leaving to work is sitting on the bench in the park and skims through the newspaper before writing today’s 33 blessings Miroslav Mandic is writing this 66789th blessing it’s not so strange that Dante Gabriel Rossetti is elevating Blake who represents unusual unity of visionary spirit and unoriginal artist last few days I’ve been spending time with this Guillermo de Torre’s sentence you allow to be eradicated abolished, extinct? allow to become nothingness to sink into oblivion without that, you will never change! from last night this as well by D. H. Lawrence ask me sometimes about my son Andrew ask me sometimes about any of my sons and daughters particles sons vibrations daughters ask me about Indjija I should buy ink. a rug for relaxing on the floor. large towel. sandals. crocs shoes. shorts. summer shirts I’m wearing t-shirts but I love wearing shirts because they have pockets pockets are important to me because of my work I should buy all of that but it will be good even if I don’t the sentence and the epitaph that I quoted are much more important to me I cooked first green beans in my life a woman who was selling green beans taught me how to cook green beans I thought of the body of night I felt the beauty of thought last night’s downpour has refreshed present day everything shines in the space – light is clear it’s nice to wear white clothes if it wasn’t hard for maintenance I would be completely in white it’s all the same what I’m wearing it’s important that You feel Your navel while I’m writing about Your navel bud through navel (in Serbian both words have the same root: pupi pupoljkom, t.n.) through navel bud navel of all beings is the bud of all beings birth through creation out of every word of mine You can be born through every word of mine You can give birth kissing surrendering – surrendering giving birth peace smells with peace
JACKSON POLLOCK OF THOUGHTS AND STEPS
I’ve been in Indjija yesterday to meet up with Vera in Indjija sutra we talked our conversation lasts for twenty eight years and when I turned towards N.S. there was still a sunset in the sky Vera sent me a text message it was wonderful sitting on the platform of the empty bust station on Sunday evening in Indjija Sunday was sinking into its calmness there was nobody around but the whole world was in Indjija Indjija of the invisible immortality that permeates all beings Tomislava Sekulic contacted me yesterday she made me happy leaves are moved by the wind begging protect me I realised how to get internet addresses of people who I will be sending electronic letters of virtual beggary I should let myself into the ocean of internet and find in it the way to swim it across like Yves Klein like anybody like a heart that swims in the chest of life protect me from cowardice caress me within chills and pleasantness road somebody sky circular horizon indefiniteness eludes beings are pouring all beings are one and only being every little being is all beings I I I I I I I I I I I I kiss into the spine I’m walking through the landscapes of Your sorrows and miseries I’m leaving traces of joy after me they are vibrating
TRUTH
I’m reading John Cage’s biography. it makes me happy that Cage was reading Gertrude Stein in his youth
I find it pleasant to mention those who I love
it’s pleasant to walk barefoot
I was walking barefoot yesterday but I twice stepped on a piece of wood and little stone with painful bit on my heel
I’m not in a good mood this morning
but what can you do
last night I bought blue rug for the floor on which I’m relaxing and exercising a bit
I’m doing abs. I lift up into the bridge posture. I straighten up into the shoulder stand
while exercising I always remember Ksenija’s grandma who was exercising being ninety
truth
Sun will come soon to teach me how to write over the photos
I’d love to finish the blessings and send them to Violeta and Ivana before Sun comes
I love bodies of words
sounds of words
sound of the word thus
sound of the word there
sometimes I write just because of the beauty
of the word which is shown in front of my eyes
a word
in the
middle
of a poem
excites me
more
and
more
and
I’m
not
hiding
that
excitement
but rather
showing it
LEGS INTO THE SHOULDER STAND
it’s raining it went dark it seems like autumn rain is pattering against the gutter asphalt shimmers I was on the balcony watching down the street drops of rain are trembling on the electrical wires smells freshness I’m going back to the room it’s close to noon I’m working from the morning and I still can’t lift my head up patiently Miroslav don’t give up Violeta I’m always on Your side exposure is curative I’m thinking of the path on which there is nobody I’m coming to You path I’m coming through words I’m walking through words I’m a path to myself I’m love to the path even if nothing happens in next eleven blessings it will be good darling snail on the skin tongue throat wells of health immortality don’t give up Miroslav patiently Violeta I’m on Your side forever it’s important that I relax on the floor today before the walking to sink and evaporate I lift my legs into the shoulder stand
6000 KILOMETRES OF THE BUD OF WALKING
today on the 6,25th kilometre it will be 6000 kilometres that I walked within the Bud of Walking I’ve walked a bit over the one seventh of the path pathlessness love circumference of the planet Earth’s heart while I’m walking Earth is spinning underneath my feet each step is really the most important like inhale and exhale I walk through Your body I expose myself to Your soul I sing to Your mind I surrender to Your will Miroslav it’s my pleasure to inform you that I’ve started to do massage. relax and anti-cellulite. in the SC Vracar. every day from 10 am to 2 pm and Sunday from 11 am to 7 pm Marijana Mandic sent me an e-mail last night Marijana I wish You as many healthy patients. easiness and joy in Your hands with which You have started to support Your family people are losing jobs some of them get new strength because of that others get lost even more here is a drop of new strength for everybody whoever loses strength they should just give a bit of strength to somebody and they will restore their strength a good and a bad wolf are fighting within a man – says an old Indian to his grandson. who wins – asks the grandson. the one you’re feeding – says the Indian today I’ve sent the tenth electronic letter of virtual beggary I’m struggling a bit but nonetheless I’m enjoying more and more I hope that at one point it will all open up to me like an offing that it will set off like a waterfall never forget that everything I do I do for You as well never forget that I couldn’t do anything if there wasn’t You as well m o d m o d e s t y s t y bells of midday love are ringing I sure do get tired at the desk I sure do want to go outside where is it only coming from that sure June sure did go by