Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

fineness is in everything

roughness is here and there

serving is in everything

ruling here and there

yes to a servant

no to a master

yes to the serving

no to the ruling

one is the Lord and one is ruling

rejoicing of the very Lord

who wants to rule should serve the ruling

I love creating

I love thanking and serving the creation

a lot of it has accumulated

I know that it would be grace for You to take care of my Bud

the Bud of All Beings which I’m creating is different from the Bud which is the totality of my work

you

are

not

around

and

just

not

around

I was trying with several people

it started with Ksenija Bustrevic who enlarged the photos of the One Man for me

Vesna Milovic made the big crate for keeping my works. she bought

glass for the Leaves – Tree of Life. she packed all works before the Rose of Wandering

since then I know less and less about them

they have been moving around

Nebojsa Covic took photos of them and moved them

Zorica Kovacic was starting something

Violeta Jovanovic was there

Dragana Varadinac was a hope

Petar Miloradovic took care of and catalogued them

Kaja Cirilovic and Rore Popovic started the way it should be

Sun Mandic and Ivana Djokic scanned for printing the draft version of monograph

Ivana Zivkovic served a bit

Branka Zgonjanin has really done her best

all of that has stopped and buried me in the Little-Flat and Nest

today being sixty three years old I’m beginning

to perceive and digitally archive it for the first time

to peek a little bit into that great goodness every evening

I’m repacking them

wipe them

mark them in a new way

I’ll take a photo of them and explain them to myself

from all of that I will make a draft for digitalisation of the Bud

it will help me for writing the autobiography

wow how I yearn for it

I’ll be using them for working copies of monographs

for ideas that are waiting for me to open up to them

as I always do with everything this will be done for God You and all beings

as I always do with everything this will be done in front of God You and all beings

I will begin with my first published text Three Festivals

today is 33^rd day of the year

seconds are serving minutes

minutes are serving hours

hours days

days years

years millennia

millennia eternity

eternity moments

everything serves everything

everything serves circling

circling serves everyone

fish sea

blood remembering

face blush kiss

big water serves water in Your glass with which You are drinking the water of the world

serving is grace and insouciance

ruling is worry and atrocity

last night’s encounter with myself being nineteen years old was exciting for me

with the source that makes me keep on flying

if it wasn’t for that there wouldn’t be me now

I recalled the youth of writing and the writing in youth

wow how I care for the youth of these words

that’s not far at all

it’s timeless and limitless

weightless condition of watching each other in the eyes

I’m rejoicing You like soil rejoices rain

I’m waiting for You sun bud

I’m waiting for Your servicing

from today I will be putting on the link Bud

a photo of one of the works that I’m digitally archiving

everything was photographed under ordinary room light and is therefore warmer

Violeta and Mirjana were helping me

I hope You will also be here during twenty one day of archiving

tonight I’m beginning with the Marvellous Work from 1971

yesterday at 6pm died our nun Fevronija

wrote Petar to me last night

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

Fevronija

enlargement of love for Fervonija

these days I’ve read that the relative pronoun who, whom, whose

should be written right after the noun to which it relates to. I’m sorry, I don’t

know these rules, and I’m learning on the go and that’s how I apply them too

Violeta Jovanovic

more important than linguistic literacy is the love for writing

life for words

clearness of thought

innocence of heart

suppleness of body

literacy is love for all beings

literacy is understanding the other

media literacy

information processing

virtual

literacy is faith in resurrection

literacy are beauty and goodness together

literacy is salubrity of sea salt with lavender scent in warm water

with which I’m helping every evening my painful Achilles’ tendons and heels

literacy of each woman is knowledge that everything in the world is cock of worshiping

literacy of each man is knowledge that everything in the world is pussy of worshiping

simplicity of writing

lead me God’s joy

I wrote on Sunday in the Red Notebook

I rejoice a lot when I write something down in the Red Notebook

with that joy I’m reminding You of Your joys

I am a fairy-tale to all beings and that’s why I’m rejoicing the fairy-tale within me

Jung is not important for me but I find very important the fact that

he was careful and was talking to the things he lived with when he was old

I love everything that is cheap and minimal but also something that is top-notch

Mont Blanc pen that I was writing with for years

my Bud

warm room and warm water

fuck what a joy

these days all across the Europe people are dying from coldness

how horrible it is to die of hunger and freezing

snow really mizzles

I didn’t manage to write about what always troubles me and it did today as well

it mizzles

I’ll try tomorrow at least in one blessing

it’s warm in the nest and I’m on top of it I’m writing

yesterday morning an offer to retrieve a new version of Word popped out of my screen

if that’s how it’s said

they are asking me whether I want it or not. I say I don’t but then I cannot use Word

I don’t understand technical instructions especially if they are in English

then I accept everything but I don’t even know what it is that I’m accepting

prison You are sometimes the only solution and freedom in the rotten world

that humiliates and disturbs me a lot because I don’t know anything about that

what is miserable in dominant media is their arrogance

my only loneliness

what is sad is when You see how dominant things are turning into out datedness

fool You are my only love

fool You are eternal and You are always so selflessly helping me

everything is good

my son You are my father I am Your son

walk the good path

good path is the only one

the path of goodness

beauty is on the good path

where goodness and beauty are united that’s where grace is

value is free of charge

you can always count on moving within me

a text message I only whished for

hey dwelling within one woman

to be her flying bird

big and burly man and small and petty woman

tall woman and short man

a field full of burdocks

today I saw how a seventy year old woman and a twenty year old man are beautifully kissing each other

not arguments but opening

not dialogue but confession

not understanding but agreement

I cooled down on the balcony vegetables for Russian salad

pigs are so beautiful

what You see over there is a path that leads in a valley

what You don’t see over there is a little path that leads to the top and bottom of God

I’m enjoying Meister Eckhart a lot

I’m shaking my hips for You

each mystic speaks god-mouth-ly

word

god

I

adore

you

you’re

my

god

suddenly drew line

light blue

tenderness of mine

it’s exactly 3pm on 5^th February 2012 and I am the loneliest creature

in the world. there is nobody who I could address to. I’m addressing the

Bud’s screen where I watch what the time is and what day is it. now it’s

already 3:02pm. the fact that I can see what is the time and especially that

somebody is telling me that makes me the happiest being in the world

yesterday’s Sunday experience

sameness is constantly changing and transforming into the sameness

art is uncompromising

poem is uncorrupted

walking is innocence

my chances are so low that I see everything as a chance

we have just started and there is less and less of us

this Vladimir Roksandic’s sentence from 1971 I proclaim as a work of art

I identify myself with the first one

I admire the second one

I respect the loyal ones

I’m on the side of the oppressed ones

but only to the moment of their victory

oppression is a kind of freedom

but after the victory their oppression turns into the revenge and desire for domination

tree of life yes

tree of knowledge no

do You remember how the tree of life grows from male penis and female head

after three days of working on the draft for digital archiving

work has turned into the cultivating and refining the Bud

nakedness of the Bud

1970-2012

from this moment I’m working on rejuvenation of all of my cells

with love for all cells that exist in every being

with tenderness for each cell in each being

let’s go

painful forgetting I transform into the grace of memory of God

whenever a man cannot bare a man says I don’t understand

whenever a man cannot love-kiss a man says I’m sick

finally I can say in front of all beings what I think of each of them

no matter that I will probably never going to do that

Siniša

Tucić

poem Siniša Tucić I’m dedicating to Siniša Tucić

a

form

of

a

poem

makes

poem

it

snows

singing

sings

the

form

of

a

poem

today’s walking on the white full of snow circle around Ada was gorgeous

tender is falling

slow snow falls through the soul of the world

world take care and save yourself

in the midst of yesterday’s today’s and tomorrow’s mining in the Nest here is

a little breather through Russell’s words that I read yesterday before we begun working

and today I transformed them into the blessings

a

poem

of

philosophical

contemplation

the value of philosophy is, in fact, to be sought largely in its very uncertainty

the man who has no tincture of philosophy goes through

life imprisoned in the prejudices derived from common sense

from convictions which have grown up in his mind 

without the co-operation or consent of his deliberate reason

to such a man the world tends to become definite

finite, obvious

common objects rouse no questions

and unfamiliar possibilities are contemptuously rejected

apart from its utility in showing unsuspected possibilities

philosophy has a value--perhaps its chief value--

through the greatness of the objects which it contemplates

and the freedom from narrow and personal aims

the life of the instinctive man is shut up within the circle of his private interests

family and friends may be included

but the outer world is not regarded except as it

may help or hinder what comes within the circle of instinctive wishes

in such a life there is something feverish and confined

in comparison with which the philosophic life is calm and free

the private world of instinctive interests is a small one

set in the midst of a great and powerful world

which must, sooner or later, lay our private world in ruins

In such a life there is no peace

but a constant strife between the insistence of desire and the powerlessness of will

if our life is to be great and free, we must escape this prison and this strife

one way of escape is by philosophic contemplation

philosophic contemplation does not,

in its widest survey, divide the universe into two hostile camps

friends and foes

helpful and hostile

good and bad

it views the whole impartially

philosophic contemplation, when it is unalloyed,

does not aim at proving that the rest of the universe is akin to man

all acquisition of knowledge is an enlargement of the Self

but this enlargement is best attained when it is not directly sought

but above all because, through the greatness of the universe which

philosophy contemplates, the mind also is rendered great, and becomes

capable of that union with the universe which constitutes its highest good

thank you Bertrand

few nights ago I came to a decision to

either give away packets of my books in the Nest during

the process of moving out to somebody else or to sell them as a paper waste

it was a painful but also liberating and healing decision

I know that there are people who would love to read my books

I believe that there are few of them who they would mean a lot to

I believe that my books are yet to be read and reprinted

in the name of faith I will no longer worry about them

the most of it is the first Miroslav Mandic book

three have been printed

this is the eight one

I am yet to sing out six more of them in order to write 129,600 blessings

with 129,600 blessings I would make out of this book a ball of beauty and goodness

a ball of love which is constantly circling and singing to God You and all beings

I feel more and more so that my duty is

only to write 33 blessings a day every day

just you write the next one

the rest is not in my power

it’s in my power to move tonight with Violeta Mirjana and Nebojsa who

I will see for the first time all the books on one pile and take a photo of them

warm welcome to Nebojsa to who I wish and do with these words all the best and nice in all days of his life

I should count them all

and calculate latter on how much money is there when the books

are sold for reading and how much when they are sold as a recycling paper

how

much

are

poems

when

they

are

read

how

much

are

poems

when

they

are

recycled

how long a shape lasts

when something is being transformed into something else

can mild disappearing and even milder forming be seen

for three years I was watching the sunset through the Dusk on the Bridge

the smell of the river was changing throughout the seasons

a place of a sunset would in a half of the year move almost ninety degrees

I was a bridge on the bridge

I was becoming dusk

there is 10191 blessings in the first Miroslav Mandic book

words are kissing numbers

heroic blessings

I admire people who commit suicide

from the deepest respect for the life itself

who take away their own life in order to enrich the life with the very life

with the music of decision

I hope You feel my joy now

people easier sympathise with somebody’s misfortune then

with somebody’s joy and that could be the core of all misfortunes

with

a

little

bit

of

words

I

caress

you

from

the

cerebellum

through

the

spine

to

the

heels

I’m slowly sliding over the skin of Your arm

I’m pollinating You world with friendship

frozen snow is creaking under my feet

for a healthy man this coldness is great

says to me an older man on Ada

a crow in the snow is searching for food

wind is not blowing but the cold air is circulating

I turned around and I’m going back. my face is not frozen any more

I’m in warm

holly table

happiness in my nostrils

there will be opportunity there will be

this is the opportunity

a

poem

germinates

within

you

I love the sexuality of the Earth’s marble

sea bays and coves

mudslides

slopes

desert waving down the desert sand

mountain hillsides full of white blooming fruit trees

golden wheat fields

steep mountain ranges

mild wavy hills full of vineyards

islands surrounded with ocean

peninsulas deeply immersed in the sea

slow river meandering

greatly dispersed confluences

freshness of inexhaustible sources

indescribable strength and beauty of waterfalls

snowy whiteness under which everything disappeared

fog in which nothing can be seen

mystical vastness of sexy plains

roads are carving the Earth’s marble

sniffing

sniffing the bud. vowing to the goodness of sniffing. bowing to the beauty of nostrils

fuck

it

it’s

exactly

what

it

is

fuck it I love to write fuck it

in a wagoner’s manner

grief to misery

but what is really is

a center without which there is no circling

an axis without which there is no rotation

children hands which are caressing a dog

doorpost that is bent so the door cannot close

claims that are returning like a boomerang as counter-claims

tragedy of life with the comedian life going hand in hand

a lot of times in my childhood I’ve heard that

the weather is such that there is no even a mad dog in the street

I’ve always thought that in the swearword

may a dog fuck your mother it was about a shark

(shark in Serbian is “sea dog”)

dog

what a word

ginkgo

what a tree

…as economic theory claims, financial markets are ruled

by impressions and emotions and they abhor uncertainty…

George Soros

patiently right away

right away patiently

I love statements

they are singing

sun is shining

it’s very cold

icicles are melting

they are dangerous

horses are in stables

I’m quite dozy

Innocence is the most sexual

getting old is a great opportunity

agreeing is a great challenge

observing is the first practice in self-observing

what is good for a pussy it’s good for a heart as well

what is good for a cock it’s good for a brain as well

what is good for a wagoner’s manner it’s good for all-being as well

riding ourselves over unknown landscapes of our own soul

I tripped and fell all over the snow on the asphalt

I rammed my hands

I wasn’t ashamed

it’s incredible how rockabilly always easily picks me up

as if it’s telling me it’s worth living

I immediately started to scuttle

I feel the sexiness in my stomach

I feel the sexiness of the innocent ones

I feel the grace of singing

musicians are the priests of life

what a miracle is that boogie-woogie

a symphony of the mirthful movements

poor people are rejoicing divinely

I’m alone all my life because nobody could receive my joy

joy of love that is stronger than death

my solitude is all I have to give You

s

o

l

i

t

u

d

e

o

f

g

o

d

I’m with all beings in solitude

I’m dancing and singing

I fuck and I’m fucked

I love-kiss and I’m love-kissed

my words resonate in all beings

all trees are within me

dance and sing all the trees shout to me

I embrace everything that is alone and everyone that is alone

we are dancing boogie

our bellies are skintight

all lonely ones

stones are smiling

oceans are feeling nice

sky enjoys

nothing is easier then writing a great poem

nothing is easier than love-kissing

with

extremity

of

the

road

in

the

extremity

of

the

bud

You are waiting for me my waiting

You are giving me strength

You are accepting me my acceptance

I am the union of all lives and all-life

the only fragrance of all bad and nice smells

a flower of certain kind of watermelon has a sack

with the smell of rotten fish in order to attract flies

the greatest disgust over myself I feel when somebody’s handicap bothers me

the greatest human secret is that a man should

be proud of their handicap and in that way obey God

snow is actually falling so that everything could begin smelling with cleanliness of liking

I am alone because I adore only union of all-life

I love quantities when they curl up into the fragility of the one and only

a boat is sailing – well that’s me

greatest future opens with aging

hot flushes are making nettles stronger

little birds are flying onto the boy’s hands full of seeds

tranquillity of a big dog in the arms of a homeless guy redeems man as a species

freedom is love for all beings

sense smells nicely

I would like to milk a muse

serving is on each step of the way with each step of the way

skiing must be beautiful thing but I’m not sorry

for not experiencing it together with other beautiful things

my name is I Yearn To Call You But I Won’t So That’s Just My Name

the most important thing is not teaming up

wow how important that is

epochal

tiny corner of a mouth

wonders of good creatures

old age celebrates youth of all beings

youth of ideas

youth of ideals

youth of courage

one and only youth

of the one and only bud

love lasts forever

love lasts from always

not only that love lasts from always and forever but love is actually now

fuck

love now

God now

springs

one love

God love

like sun rays many loves are shining and radiating from God

gender love

love for the continuation of species

parents’ love

marital love

friendly love

love for the profession

for the nation

for the country

love for other species

love for the Universe

love for the very love

love for unimportant things

love for the useless

love for the reasonless

love for the insouciance

love for the non-violence

love of walking

love of creating

love of singing

love for ourselves like for the life itself

love for the enemy

one of the most important loves

love for God

the most important love

I

love-kiss

you

god

you

are

writing

these

words

the most important thing is not teaming up

but living constantly in togetherness with all beings

in permanent permeation

through the breath of sense

through the goodness of words

just the interest of all beings benefits every being

towards the end of the walking around Ada we were talking about her indelicacy

about the greatest work nuns and monks are doing for us

when we parted I was slowly walking uphill through

Milosav Vlajic Street thinking about the art of refining

of calming down which is endless

I was walking over the cobble on the road and at one moment I thought

I saw that a young man who was walking down the street is greeting me

I stopped and asked him if he is actually greeting me

I was watching your lunches 

a beautiful and kind young man told me with a smile

Nemanja Radovic

twenty four year old man from Priboj

sanctity of the unknown

I rejoice You Nemanja

I rejoice You works with which I will meet up tonight as well

my works are my children

many of them I haven’t seen for a lot of years

they have changed. grown up. I’m hardly recognising

them. nevertheless I remember each and every one of them

I would love to hug and kiss with each one of them

it’s not yet time for that

I just wave at them

I constrict myself

retaining love for them

I am in the Nest for another month

I will move out before the end of March

I still don’t know where

I would love to move into new pages on my site rather soon

Zoltan I hope that You can help me in that

I yearn to talk to Zoltan about internet and computer

I would love to tighten up some things on the site a bit

just patiently

the inpatient ones who decided to be patient are the lucky ones

the rough ones who decided to be gentle are the lucky ones

a life of every being is wonderful because

there is work for lives of all beings in everyone’s life

BLESSED TRUISMS

I don’t want to have influence on anybody

I would love to in-fluence like a river with

immortality of the Bud of All Beings on every being

buy us an etymologic dictionary

let’s make a Museum of Poverty

art of transforming poverty into joy

let’s proclaim a rag greatest nobility

let’s fool around

let’s educate ourselves through water lilies

I don’t despise anything that much as university knowledge

people are crossing frozen rivers and lakes

wind has blown me away on the lake

my skin is soft after the shower

my washed hair smells nicely

beans are waiting for me

last night I was tenderly thinking of Robert Walser

even a thought of having success makes me horrified

I love-kiss You Robert

great future awaits this blessing

I am that great future of the previous blessing

that’s how it goes when it goes

I am the tenderness in Your throat

reasonless joyfulness

warmth of a lair

delayed smell of spring is already here

it will start smelling

the smell of ice will be transformed into the smell of water

touch Yourself over the belly

kiss Your brain

surrender Your heart to me

I started calling women who are helping me in cultivating the Bud Girls

like back in the days Gentle Forces or Mina’s Art or Kaja’s Enterprises

Girls are coming tonight. I would love if You were also here

You are within me

I love-kiss You Kaja and Milomir for saving

goodness in Your uterus and sperm for me as well

big swans are diving their beaks in the holes in the ice so that they can drink water

fuck

swan

is

beautiful

like

a

bud

last night I was reading William Carlos Williams

poetry is the most important thing in the world

poetry of anything

poetry of apple

poetry of a good granny who is clearing up the snow

slow snowflakes which have been falling over the sun on the lake today

power is so stupid

stupid and asexual

stupid asexual and unfree

poetry is free

spirit goes wherever it wants

poetry of a poet

a cock

poetry of a poem

a pussy

all

the

same

within

everything

is

a

poem

I lost the drawing of a Good Walker during walk

it fell out when I was taking a paper out of my pocket

poetry is the bravest tenderness

little chapel on the groins

singing verbs

prayerful scroll of the book I wrote ten years ago

another thirty one poem and thirty one day till the end of the book I am You are I

hey

strong apricot brandy

the smell of chopped wood

I haven’t heard for chopped wood for years

a word for that I’ve already forgotten

today I saw a trace of Ana’s teat that she

left on my text that was still wet from the ink

I love writing with extremities

with steps over the earth book

openness

world is a garden says William Carlos Williams

word is mystical rose

bravest singing is tender

fuck

bud

is

beautiful

like

a

poem

last night I met Iam

Iam has shown up in this book on hundred eleventh day on 21^st April 2005

for all two thousand four hundred and four days since then Iam is constantly here

in each word that I write

he walks and wanders from word to word

making a poem out of each and every one of them

Iam of mine through You I am as well

with You comes this thawing as well

icicles which are falling from the roofs

everything that is You are my Iam

every day is Iam

yes I am everything – says Iam to me

I am soft snow you are walking on right now Miroslav

that’s what I am

and only that I am

and nothing else

I am only what I am

I also am these words written in cursive with

which you Miroslav are showing that it is me who’s talking

I also am through the smell of fish in the air

through which the coming of spring can be felt

I also am this confidence which I am transforming into arch-confidence

arch-confidence with which I toast to my closest one who is writing me

wine which sings me

truth that makes my bones

freedom with which I give myself to everybody

gulp I hear in my own throat

that miracle that I am more with and through the other that I am myself

that miracle that I’m carrying on so easily

easily and mildly

thank You God

only You are Iam

I am Iam and actually only You are Iam

You are God and actually I am God

that’s what the words are saying

that’s how the singing sings

afterwards is saddest

all I’m left with is to believe my words every day

they are God’s glory

thawing of the snow

spring torrents

being same

repeating

remembering repetition

through repetition I’m the eternal beginning

sameness in all beings

goodness

is

god’s

glory

beauty of the one and only cock

ice is thawing

same even more same

more same more identical

wow

I want something

wow wow

here’s something

words sex

joining

receiving and giving

wow

I just got a wonderful idea

will I be living it

I’m already living it but I didn’t know of it

will I realise it

at this moment I don’t know

I don’t like genres

I love the one

the same

repetition

for me sex is just innocence and openness

a lullaby to God

while lovers are coming God sleeps tight

under the tree of goodness

that’s what I’m singing You about

my soul

my soul is the only one for us

to

calm

down

to

get

carried

away

to realise enthusiasm

to live it through tranquillity

and repeat all of that

repeat it constantly

praying to God only like that

love-kissing everyone just like that

every being

all beings

to

love-kiss

love-kiss

love-kiss

god

just

love-kiss

god

whenever I allow somebody or something be above me I don’t believe in God

I’m insulting Him

grass-blades my teachers

grass of a football field

everyone and each thing in the world is Miroslav Mandic novel

everyone’s name and the name of each thing in the world is Miroslav Mandic poem

everyone’s tears

sugarcanes

curves on the road

indescribable beauty of straight roads

infiniteness

I’m going away closer and closer

I’m philosophising

I’m Your money

Kafka in Your hands

music

misery of economy lies in a fact that excess is created only

by goodness love and sacrifice and economists don’t have a clue about that

I had a gentle thought of hens

I love when good thoughts start dancing through gentle thoughts

on

the

road

in

the

rose

I am a bud before the rose the same bud after the rose

I am the one who You are saying when You say I am

permeate me walking

permeate me air

thirteen young birches planted last year by the lake

air is beautiful

cold but not icy

it’s resting my brain which is saturated from watching my work for last seventeen days

reminded itself of the forgotten

got excited with many things

was thanking God for what he created through me

today in the morning I turned six basic folders on the desktop into five

getting to know yourself actually consists of working on yourself and with yourself

I’m working myself

I’m reducing myself

cold air is replaced by music

when You think of me I would love You to feel the music

the music of goodness

music of beauty

music of writing

music of creating

music of walking

it’s wonderful to live wonderful

simple

musical

to be silent

to be mellow

to be a bite of sameness in somebody’s soul

heroism on the road

with the rose of loneliness I embrace all beings

I’m

moving

those

glorious

hips

quietly inflow

quietly outflow

I would love so much

I love-kiss You my present one

dancer of the sameness

observe me approaching You

through going away

I’m closer and closer

sky is on my shoulders

sun light in my eyes

I’m surrendering to grace

grace is a pleasure of all cells and their vibrations

my legs are carrying me towards words

words towards legs

walking sentences

sentences of steps

with every word I caress You tenderly over the face

touch is a foetus of love

freshly milked blessing

the milk of words is foaming up

it rises

extremity

to extremity

wedding

words without the voice

words in the eyes

transformation

I towards the far away I

everything happens in front of the eyes

mystery

mystery of everything is that everything is good

love-kissing

love-kissing of the life itself – life of the love-kissing itself

all the words in Miroslav Mandic book are our constant love-kissing my beloved