Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

pussy and character are the most important for a woman

said a friend to me on the last day of the old year

pussy is a character

I said to a friend on the first day of the New Year

first this year’s walking for God You and all beings

I’m walking with Mirjana from Ban’s Hill to Karaburma

I hope that Mirjana will help me this year to walk with many other people

with Goddess

that she will help me so that everybody has enough money

I’m not yearning for anything just for what God wants from me

everything is wonderful

everyone is wonderful

John Hurt Mississippi

bamboos on the table

words of mine I beg you to get out of my mouth only as a truth

I’m scratching myself above the right hand joint

I’m looking at the letter i tattooed on a woman’s neck

simplicity is so simple

just like that

just like that and no other way

I love You because You are ready to take what I don’t even know if I can take

I often had it hard

but I came to love the often

near each tree I love to think of who I am

next to each foot I love to love-kiss unconditionally

sometimes I’m nothing else but lover of tenderness

I shouldn’t exert myself at all I just had this thought

especially not when it comes to this writing

You are writing it

I am reading You

I’m singing

beginning of the eight book

hey this is a book

only book

bud book

the bells of midday love are ringing

I am professional revolutionary of love

volunteer of uncreated

activist of non-undertaking

hero of thoughtfulness

inexhaustible source for the other

I’m crossing the new bridge on Ada for the first time

I crossed it in two thousand two hundred steps

I’m enjoying the river Sava

the wind over the river

this tugboat excites me

it sails slowly

it’s coming from God knows where

down the river

down the rose of a river

down freedom

down the water way

I love You tugboat

I love You river

travel and travel my metaphors

rose is for me a symbol of all goals

path is for me a symbol of all paths and ways

I love you symbols

neither rose nor path are of any good for me at this

moment when I need to carry on creating blessings from nothing

with music I’ll do it with music

with pleasure in my stomach

God

Gog with God

God

write about river says a woman to a man in passing

I’m writing about river as if it was a woman

about a woman as if it was a letter a

about a letter a as if it was a letter a

fuck off

knowledge

fuck off

self-pity

tugboat is sailing

intensive socialising yesterday and day before yesterday

they have worn me out

just right

all I’m left with is to write

through rags of rhythms

through pulsating

through easiness that renews me

frequent writing is nothing else but

everything of what can’t make it into the writing

beauty which has left in thoughts and feelings

in spoken words

many good deeds I’ve done are left unrecorded

they live in the others

in all beings

in miracles that are happening

transforming into myth

conjoining with good deeds of good people

flowing with rivers and falling with rains

like Gertrude Stein’s last words which Vera Varady will send me

ask me a question

ask me about oo

ask me about wonderful idea that I had two

days ago. I hope it will help me as well as many others

ask me about wonderful idea for V. that I had today

ask me about Borka

ask me about Milomir who just called me

as a boy I used to carry him on my back

I loved that child which called me a moment ago as a fifty two old man

I used to leave him high on the staircases

he would then with confidence jump into my arms

bodies are arising out of bodies and they are going back to bodies

body of text makes soul that is singing it

with one body all bodies are close

with one word all words are one body

body of this peach

father in my arms

 Mohamed Bouazizi

Jan Palach

flowers

Mohamed’s fire in awaken people burns forever

Mohamed Bouazizi is the most important human deed in last year

a mine of awaken consciousness

for last ten or so days it was crossing my mind that

I should write about the young man who initiated everything

I didn’t even know his name

street vegetable salesman

twenty six years old

the sparkle of the Jasmine Revolution

the embers of the Arab Spring

eternal fire of conscience of all beings

Bouazizi’s mother Manoubia called on new leaders to help

poor people like her son was and who gave his life for others

Mohamed Bouazizi You are food

free vegetables

Mohamed Bouazizi You make me

free light

Mohamed Bouazizi You are the one and only

scent of the brave ones

Mohamed Bouazizi You are great art

sex of the determined ones

Mohamed Bouazizi You are the bread of oneness

poem of identification

Mohamed Bouazizi You are one and only temple

God of grace

Mohamed Bouazizi You are red beetroot

sisterhood and brotherhood of fruit and vegetables

Mohamed Bouazizi You are the meaning of life itself

sacrifice through the fire of love

Mohamed Bouazizi You are the love itself

I love-kiss You Mohamed

Mohamed Bouazizi You are Mohamed Bouazizi Bud

name of the one of 64 Buds which are singing to the Bud of All Beings

with maelstrom

river maelstrom is sometimes on the left

sometimes on the right side and sometimes in the middle

only the analogies are the guaranty

today is for me Valentina’s day of Christmas Eve

Valentina Nikolic made me a lunch

girls are bringing food to workers

I crossed the bridge with Mirjana so that broken arms

of Andja and Borka would heal up as soon as possible

constantly sadness and joy

the list of Petar’s women is getting bigger

Svetislav Stefanović. Pavle Stefanović. Ivana Stefanovic

eighteen year old Stanislav Drča yesterday

walked for the first time from Novi Sad to Celarevo

may yesterday’s thirty kilometres of walking guard You for the whole life my Stanislav

constant sorrow and joy means one and only joy

fuck off everything – it’s music

I love wind over the river

I love the story that that Mirjana told me on the bridge about the wheat that

twenty eight years ago Beba Vuckovic’s father sowed in Nadalj. missis Beba now eighty

years old sawed last autumn that seed in Herceg Novi and that wheat seed has sprouted

the way to Nadalj takes over Srbobran and Turija

you can also go over Backo Gradiste or from my beloved Curug or from famous Temerin

all New York next to New York

Beijing – present navels of the world

every place in the world is the centre of the world

everyone who is from Konjarnik as if they are from Hampstead

people from Podbara Dorcol Brooklyn same cock

only cock

Lazarov Miodrag Pashu personally

Little-God’s light

everything that is Little-God is

everyone who love-kisses Little-Goddess is

everything that flies through light flies

fuckable is fucking

overlapping

tenderness of the tip of a finger next to the eye

swaying of the pubic hair

notions daily bread

m-you-e

I’m in Obrenovac. empty streets. it’s Christmas. a man here and

there. a car here and there. street dogs are celebrating Christmas in the street

to the left is picnic area Zabran. to the right is road to Valjevo. straight to Belgrade

I’m crossing the river Kolubara

I’m taking the photo of Kolubara while a dog is barking on me

I’m on the road. sun is shining. it’s cold. I’m happy

with my feet on the ground and rooted in heavens

God on the road

I’m entering Baric

here is Baric river island in Sava

I’m getting out of Baric

I’ve heard that Maljen is covered with snow and that

low clouds and cold air are going towards Belgrade from it

I’m lordship on the road

opened monastery

I’m entering Umka

I’m singing along

I’ve always been singing along on the road

I’m in front of the computer

it was great on the road

I was really cold

I’m radiant

poet of walking

artist of walking

walker of walking

I’m disgusted with irony

I’m love for Micko Jovanovic

And, what is the answer? asks Gertrude Stein herself on her death bed

and after a short break she answers with question But what was the question?

I always have a good time with Gertrude Stein

I’m gently thinking of a kind young man who

I exchanged few words with in the centre of Umka

road is my home

rose garden

whole world in-laws

the word word is an incredible word

w

o

r

d

r

o

a

d

showered after the walking

whiteness on the screen is whitening

I’m writing as if on the snow

mottling

I’m looking forward to writing

eighth year it leads me

sings

returns me to the whiteness

holiness of holiness

touching a fence every day

love-kissing nuns and monks

I expected You to give me a call

You didn’t

I took photo of sparrows bathing

it’s hard to take photos of them since they quickly fly away

they disappear like snowflakes

whiteness is pliable

vast

open

innocent

writing makes me innocent

words are gentle

gentle gold

(in Serbian it’s the same word: blago blago)

unrepeatable ones are repeating

I’m loyal to you words

immortal

my little sisters

days are longer and longer

summer is here – within the light

look me in the eyes and You’ll see that I cherish light

I cherish it like all those who were doing it for millennia

world of light

everybody and everything

Go

first I spread my arms

then I start typing with my fingers over the keys of heart

quieting with words

down the neck and flank

to the heels

exactly a year ago my heels started to be painful

a circle of pain

I close my eyes

open my mouth

stretching Achilles’ tendons

I’ll put the water for tea

fragrance of washed hair is spreading around

I’m gently rubbing the edge of the table with my thumb

I’m thinking about table

table is good

it’s steady

it’s a beautiful word table

it’s strong

I had a lot of wonderful moments at the table

table and chair

I could write a lot about table

this one that I’m writing on is Ivana Djokic-Saunderson’s

I love table in a landscape

I love everything in a landscape

nobody around

rain which is falling

merging

invisible goodness is visibly overflowing from beings to beings

visible beauty invisibly trembles in all beings

I’m daydreaming

dusk is setting in at the table

I’m calling all the landscapes

the table is a good host to the dusk and every landscape

I put my hand on my bare chests

that’s where the heart of the world beats

an oath of goodness

where are the lizards now

withstand my male-friend

don’t give up my female-friend

something indescribably beautiful makes the world

something is someone

someone who is everything to everybody

I’m entering the blessing

through the oath to goodness one discovers that the goodness itself is already pledged

everything that can be measured doesn’t even come close to immeasurable

to the measurable is only to love-kiss immeasurably

meandering love-kisses wriggle

when a moment ago I took an apple from plastic bag

in which I’m keeping them a scent of apples reached me

head bent to the knees

taken off soul

bread feeds bread

water soaks water

there go these words down the road

d i  s  a   p   p   e   a   r    i    n    g     i     n      t     h     e    d     i     s     t     a     n     c     e

permeate me permeation

love-kiss me love

with warm soup of kindness feed me

with warm nest of harmonising wake me up

with warm word of comfort unite me unique one

I’m uniting myself my unification

I love-kiss You beautiful patch of mine

the patch has reminded me of broken pots and pans in my

childhood that were waiting for the street repairman to patch them

broken pots and pans are reminding me that in

hundred and so years all present IT trades and masteries

will disappear and they will be replaced with some new patch makers

heart’s tear love-kisses the face’s smile

a heart of the heart is a smile of the smile

calmness and tranquillity

newest couple

I’m waiting

repeating

I’m waiting for repetition

I’m repeating the waiting

there is no road

just a path

not even a path

just writing

being

overflowing

breathe me

wrap me

unwrap

tiny me

wave me

encourage

unite

with seagull’s screeches

with pathways of vastness

with beauty of a back

with miracle of a prayer

with sexuality loyal to all beings

with little chapel which moves through good deeds

I am a takeaway blessing

along the way

I love to have a lunch on the road while walking

I’m a lunch on the road

eat me

I would like to tell You something about silk but I’m telling You about walnut

whiz

crack

of a whip

in the landscape

whiz of a whip in the landscape is the picture of the sound in the landscape

like other things as well I love to repeat in my books

with the whiz of a whip beings whiz

landscape is trembling with beauty

beauty is consisted of all beings

horses are grazing

they are waging their tails

their hoofs are hitting the ground

they are shaking their skin

they are sniffing the air

the slope of the hill is calming them

eyes are enjoying watching

trough is full of water

I enjoy watching cows drinking water

everybody loves water

horses are so beautifully gulping a lot of water

I enjoy their gulping

everything is thirsty of water and love

bees are flying around the well

I’m excited by the wells in the landscape

dug out so that animals would have their water trough

whiz of a whip in the landscape is writing over the landscape

a hymn of omnipresence

whipology through air

soil drinks water

water drinks air

air drinks light

I’m standing amazed

I’m shepherding

amazed by writing

drink my writing

drink bees and cows

breathe the whiz of freedom

shepherdess

I took a piece of paper and wrote on it moving out

Vesna told me yesterday that she needs the

apartment and that I should move out in two months

I partitioned the paper on six parts and I named them

close person

how and where I would love to live

who moves from place to place

money

little flat-nest-museum

miracle

that’s what I am going to write about on

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday

on the link Bud I will be putting the photos of what I should move out of the Nest

anxiety

joy

the most important is that everything is dear to God

that I feel think create and make everything through calmness and tranquillity

that I don’t betray nine year old Miroslav Mandic

that I believe even more in path that

seventeen year old Miroslav Mandic has chosen

not to make a slightest compromise with the decision

that was made by twenty three years old Miroslav Mandic

that my conscience consciousness and love are even more honourable for all beings

that I rely on God’s-mine poem

that I make decisions with God’s-mine creativity

that I am more courageous

more insouciant

more reasonless

I was anyways preparing myself to take some action

with Your help because I don’t have any more money to pay for the Nest

I’m losing and gaining strength

I’m drinking weak Saturday wine in God’s glory

I cut twenty or so papers on which I will make models of what I am doing every day

I will watch them – I will focus myself – I will surrender to them

my Milionia will be with me

one is wealth – wealth of all beings – wealth for each being

I hope that the idea from few days ago and the one I had

yesterday not only help me but that they will also help You All Beings

your

lips

are

kissing

word

kissing

my

lips

are

kissing

word

budding

one

are

the

lips

of

kissing

and

budding

with this blessing my moving out has started

I’m inviting

I’m calling

writing actually is inviting and calling

it means I should tell you if I hear something

said Srdjan to me

it also crossed my mind to offer to be a cotenant

when I come back, in a bigger apartment, so we can share

the expenses… if I think of something else, I will be offering it…

wrote Ivana to me

wow how it got me excited. I want to talk to you about

the moving out so that I can help you in best possible way

said Mirjana to me

renting the apartment on Dorcol, 34m2

bright, warm, south side, a minute away from river

TA, AC, internet, renovated five years ago

price is 200 euros + one month rent upfront as a deposit

or 170 euros for a year ahead. free from 1^st February

Maja sent me one ad

I’m reading about the moving out – I had some ideas going

through my head – but let me first read what you have to say

wrote Branko to me

about the moving out and those kind of things I would be glad to come and

trawl those enormous amounts of art on my back, but certain ocean is preventing me

Djordje wrote to me

may Macura house be your home

wrote Macura

Sun just let me know that my beloved Slobodan Tisma won NIN’s Prise

198 this week’s blessings about poetical moving out will

help me because that’s what I know to do the best and to realistically

move out that I don’t know but I hope that I will find that out this week from blessings

this week’s blessings are a guide for moving out

moving out of transportation is transportation of moving out

metaphor of metaphor

moving out of the trauma of moving out into the joy of moving out

moving out of hopelessness onto the salvation road straight like an arrow

with permeating

Friday – a day when Lazar Risar comes to Belgrade

new whirlpool of one and only love

by moving out I remain loyal to what is left behind

a priori loyal to the unknown

I will ask my friends to read this week’s blessings and

in that way help me move out where I am needed for all beings

the most important thing is that it becomes Miroslav Mandic Moving Out

most helpful would be

close person

idea

apartment-present

money

there is no close person and that is why I’m writing to You

close person is always the most important

close person is the most important to everybody

close person I’m creating You

I’m creating You for yourself me and all beings

close person thinks the same

divine sameness

I can tell her everything because she can receive everything

only her receiving leads me ahead

I’m singing

with last night’s snow which was falling slowly

a hill is spreading and rain quietly soaks it

Pavese’s verse that got me excited last night a lot

when I was younger I gave up dwelling

with the Rose of Wandering my life on the roads of Universe has begun

poetic

with path and rose

publicly like public servant and female public workers

like a little chapel. like a moving temple. like an open monastery

like a working rook in which there is nothing else but two tables and seven computers

unnoticeably

protected with unprotectedness and complete openness

with open God. open sex. open money

without administration. according to the laws of all beings and not human laws

homelessly and without-property

confirming the sameness with

address IN YOUR HEART

nationality LIFE

state UNIVERSE

religion GOD

membership ALONE FOR EVERYBODY

feature GOD’S CHILD

profession POET ARTIST WALKER

meaning independent and illegally – lovably and only in benefit of all beings

the most important thing is that the place has internet and that I can listen music loudly

I would also love to dwell in some artistic work about dwelling

for example to move out every three days from apartment to apartment

to change the place of residence every two three months in larger places in Vojvodina

I would love to live with my Goddess

I would love to live with a person that will take over my work

I would love to live with several people

I would love to live in circular architecture with hundred and so people

anywhere in the world

in hotels

on the seaside

by the river

in the middle of the city

in all villages of Vojvodina

on the website

in Your heart

in and for God

in the ideals of my youth loyal to the ideals of all younglings

anywhere but always like a guest

like I am a man stranger

no matter how but always as a host to all beings

as a being I am one and only host to all beings

anywhere and anyhow it is it will be good because it already is good

God

I’m beginning the third day of moving out with

admiration

Branka sent me this morning news about this beautiful Hooligan Sparrow

horror

beauty migrates

I wanted to show You the cranes migrating but this that will open up for You is beautiful

galaxies are moving

all of the thirteen huge plates of the planet Earth are moving

as well as are soil and water and air and light moving

plants and animals are moving

poor and hungry ones are moving

expelled ones

minorities exposed to violence

beloved nomads

moving out helps getting to know the world and realising that everywhere is the same

anywhere I am everything else is there

basic moving in life is moving from birth towards death

even though I would love to live and work for

a long time this moving also means coming closer to death

loneliness

God

when I was young I wanted and I decided to live

in such way so that everything I have could fit in two bags

to exist but only in such way that I bother anybody as little as possible

not even to exist but just to be

wonderful difference between existing and being I heard today from Episcope Danilo

not to make houses on this soil since there is too many of them

I live like that but for six years now I live

work and dwell with my work as its guardian

since I don’t have a publisher or gallerist I have to move out together with all of my work

are we going to move out together or we will separate I don’t know

it depends on that if I will be dwelling in order to create Miroslav Mandic Museum

or I will be creating Miroslav Mandic Museum and then I will dwell in it

since I’m already moving out I would like to leave all the surpluses

above all worries fears pains gluttony expectations envy and vanity

I would love to take with me all my failures so that I can turn them into success

all my believes and youth ideals

new beginning

innocence

Goddess

Hooligan Sparrow You are guarding me – I love-kiss You God’s Sparrow

when on 1^st March I rewrite from Red Notebook the Letter to Friends

which I wrote forty years ago and which contains first big breakup with

friends will I still be in the Nest or I will already move out on some other place

in Miroslav Mandic Museum

in Hotel of Life

in Atelier of Art

in God’s Homelessness

for free in somebody’s apartment

with several people in rented apartment

on my own in some cheaper from the Nest apartment

for five and a half years I was living and working in two rented

apartments. I don’t have any more money to pay for them

I don’t believe in working and earning

I believe in creating and giving

I love to work money

art of money

sanctity of poorness

art with money

mystic of money

people work and worry for their children I care and create for all beings

God’s enjoyment

sometimes I’m too anxious because of my vulnerability and not having

money which is not good nor beautiful and that’s why I am ashamed

I’m looking forward to even greater vulnerability and exposedness

oh peacefulness

I never owed anybody anything

I don’t believe in debt

I believe that creating new money will also bring me a bit more money

I love when people are giving me money

the art of receiving precedes the art of giving

those who give me money will have more money

average salary in Serbia is around 380 euros lowest salary is around 180 euros

I would love to find out how much average and lowest salary on the planet Earth is

I love guideposts like these

I love warmth and basic power that comes from a little bit of money

everything that is being done and created with big money

is evil and it destroys everything around including itself

help me make a list of all people that were giving me money throughout my life

wreath of glory

of course I don’t believe in authors rights nor in intellectual property

of course that I love-kiss the gratitude for every moment I live

through gratitude I love-kiss each among 86400 of

my works that are becoming in 86400 seconds every day

on my knees I’m writing this blessing about all-gratitude

no

matter

the

years

illnesses

pain in my heel

economic crisis

great loneliness

failures

life with no chances

death

I believe I will survive

money of all beings is mine

I’m the author of the idea money of all beings is mine but all the royalties belong to all beings

Yours

I just got this e-mail thank you for the hymn of love, thank you for the support in my

struggle with, I see now, my greatest enemy, myself. it’s hard but it will I believe become dearest

a moment ago I spoke to Lazar Risar. we will meet up at eleven

I walked with Mirjana and Lazar – grace – and Lazar also often says grace

Miroslav Mandic Museum

museum of grace

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of Miroslav Mandic Poem

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of Miroslav Mandic Art

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of Miroslav Mandic Walking

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of Miroslav Mandic Name

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the Bud of All Beings

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the Eternal Art

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the one and only poet of all beings

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the one and only artist of all beings

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the one and only walker of all beings

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of Eternity of one and only time

Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the Universe of one and only space

Miroslav Mandic Museum – dedicated to God You and all beings

the name of the Miroslav Mandic Museum could be This to You

Miroslav Mandic Museum can be anywhere on the planet Earth

where human laws won’t be ruling but all beings’ love

or it will be somewhere illegal and unlawful until all beings’ love doesn’t set it free

Miroslav Mandic Museum could remain packed and be at somebody’s place

Miroslav Mandic Museum could be packed

in a public place like some sort of add through which would be

searched for the person interested in making Miroslav Mandic Museum

Miroslav Mandic Museum – credit with which an apartment for MMM could be bought

Miroslav Mandic Museum – circular

architecture in which MMM would be lived and worked

Miroslav Mandic Museum – a quest for somebody who will take over and set up MMM

Miroslav Mandic Museum – Monograph of Miroslav Mandic Museum

Little Apartment was my first apartment and I was fifty seven

I was paying for it thanks to several people who were giving me ten euros a month

thank You

Little Apartment has transformed into the Nest. I was paying for it through people’s

donations for 64 ten year old pictures 64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

thank You thank You

next is the museum of grace

thank You thank You thank You

I wish You the money which has all beings embedded in itself

my theorising about moving out is coming to an end

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sixteen year old Vesna Kuvara and eighteen year old Lazar Risar

that’s that

miracle of love sings creates and walks through the love of miracle

that’s how feels thinks and believes one boy

Miroslav Mandic Eternal Boy

Miroslav Mandic Eternal Girl

in the end of this week’s poetical moving out the miracle of priorities is in front of me

let’s go

with the priorities of miracle

the most important is that everything I am and I do is dear to God

God has it dearest if I am the one and only God

the most important is the close person. someone who thinks the same. divine sameness

Goddess

Monograph of Miroslav Mandic Museum

not to betray either nine year old nor seventeen year

nor twenty three year nor sixty three year nor hundred year

not thousand year nor million year old but always and forever today’s Miroslav Mandic

poetically

with path and rose on the paths of the Universe

the most important is that the place has internet and that I can listen music loudly

publicly like male and female public servant

like a little chapel. like a moving temple. like an open monastery

like a working room in which there is nothing else but two tables and seven computers

open through God. open through sex. open through money

without administration. according to the laws of all beings and not human laws

unnoticeably. homelessly and without property. confirming the sameness with

address IN YOUR HEART

nationality LIFE

state UNIVERSE

religion GOD

membership ALONE FOR EVERYBODY

feature GOD’S CHILD

profession POET ARTIST WALKER

being independent and illegal – lovable in benefit of all beings

where human laws won’t be ruling but all beings’ love

or it will be somewhere illegal and unlawful until all beings’ love doesn’t set it free

anywhere but always as a guest

anyhow but always as a host to all beings

in somebody’s free apartment

in a rented apartment with several people

in a cheaper than the Nest apartment

in the museum of grace Miroslav Mandic Museum

the name of Miroslav Mandic Museum could be

This to You or Museum of Grace or Grace of Museum

Miroslav Mandic Museum can be anywhere on the planet Earth

since the cosmic museum is in the middle of the Universe and the universe of Your heart

Miroslav Mandic Museum is a quest for somebody

who will take over and set up the Miroslav Mandic Museum

I believe that creating new money will also bring me a bit more money

those who give me money will have more money

hey do You know somebody who...

at this moment and with this the poetical part of moving out is over

I hope that You have felt – experienced – that I have all the time been thinking of You

I expect everything from You

braver. more insouciant. more reasonless

now is the most important that I calmly work every day

to write and sing beautifully

to walk and create well

to think well

to be love

miracle

God

bud

I love analogies because they are pliable

and they are opening the world with their innocence

the most tender thing with analogies is that analogies with God don’t exist

I came back from walking

I’m tenderly feeling the painful heel

I’m tenderly thinking of Judita Salgo

my feet and knees are cold

body

soul

spirit

fifty six more poems till the end of the book I am You are I

they are all written on the table

on some places they are worn around the hands

which I’m holding on them while typing on the keyboard

I thought of Charles Bukowski’s daughter who bought him first computer

one potato. one carrot. one leek

two hundred and fifty grams of mushrooms. oil. bread

I am every dot on the ball

presenter of words

the very word

I am word

my wordful path

sensual word of mine

the notion of blessing

everything within everything

Your hand on my shoulder

art lean your face on my chest

I’m smiling at how You see me and how I see myself

earth and sky

I am a poem of all beings

when I felt Your painful bitterness I disgusted mine

when I saw Your crazy need for affirmation my need disappeared

whenever I write ugly things about You that is never about You

only nice things are about You

a necklace of light is shining around Your neck

budding is vibrating through shimmering

my dear

my Branka

I like a lot the ideas for the Museum

she also thinks of six photos that Ana Djordjevic sent me for Miroslav Mandic Museum

and Solemn Sunday Lunch is fantastic!!!!

she thinks of two minute recording of Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings from two days ago that I sent her

thank you

I would love if one of those ideas gets accomplished

I would really love if you would open I-Publics in

a way that the Art of Miroslav Mandic deserves and that

it’s at the same time available to everybody. that is to say to come to

everybody as it was for a short while with I Name. all those people every day. at least

fifty people have heard about Miroslav Mandic. about I Name. I’m sorry I’m lacking

Serbian words. I want to say that the idea about being in public space, but in a way

of Miroslav Mandic is really strong and somehow truthful, according to

what I know about your work

ah what to say. the most important is to continue doing what I am already doing. and that

requires everyday dedication and tranquillity. I’m working on almost twenty things a day

the most important are the blessings and I should be writing them almost for next

seven years. there is no close person for a long time who would be doing it because

it’s not my job. then there is a problem of administration and money

I totally understand. but there are friends

thank you for understanding

and if every friend gives a bit, in the solemnity of a round table, maybe I can/we can

make something decent, worthy of Miroslav Mandic. in any case, what you are doing

within now is important and there is a lot of it. even if the Museum is tip-top put in order

and open this now would again be important to you. in that way, if there was a mobile

house for Art of Miroslav Mandic, you could live and work in it and be open for visits

at certain time, maybe not every day. and when you are showing your work you could

show only a part and the rest of the work should be on the safe place, not in the moving

house. so that mobility is connected with your present work. that is Museum your

present. I don’t know if I’m clear enough?

for me it is already happening through my web site – all beings

yes. but I also know that you also love the holly unpredictability. that

somebody pops in like on the Rose. that’s so good! I know that you are missing

that. and that exposedness, which is most importantly framed after all, would enable it

for now I don’t even have enough to survive

and the experiences with people are horrible

I understand you

when the wind goes over Branka’s hair and she immediately follows it with her eyes

this blessing that will be in the book is the most important

:)

and if you would move out in Zagreb? Sarajevo? some other city

in any case thank You for love

where the same language is spoken. just not Belgrade

difficult because of the administration

Belgrade takes away a lot and somehow prevents things from happening

no. everywhere is the same

it seems to me that things are easier when you are

a foreigner. there is less subaudition from the surrounding

essences are important to me. and that is DIVINE. not human. I live in

the Universe. not in the administration in states and geographies. but I live in a poem

I know what is important to you, I’m just thinking how would it be possible that

what you are doing shine over here also. and… uh I’m missing the words. I’m

sorry. here’s what I’m thinking. your work and the essence that you are creating

and that is important to you is one. another thing is the world we are living. how

to show your work in this world in your way, so that it doesn’t lose it’s essence

or do you think that the world we are living is the same essence

everything is one. everything that we are talking is one and everything

is in this conversation and that is already live Miroslav Mandic Museum

yes that’s what I thought while I was writing one-other

legacy

endowment

museum

library

monastery

temple

chapel

centre

shelter

corner

house

home

nest

castle between heaven and earth

I am

a glimpse

a moment

face

path and rose

miroslav mandic

…

love

love. one and only love

God

God