Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

if I’d known that I can write today’s blessings

in the same rhythm then I would have begun right away

 

but I don’t know that

 

but after all I’ve already started

 

there’s no return

 

homeless

 

I’m looking for a safe harbour in each blessing

 

I’m looking for a new strength in each following word

 

I’m budding to the budding

 

an ally to kisses

 

world’s soul never dies

 

joy in the heart never stops

 

homeless of the world are protecting life

 

loyal ones never give up

 

ice is going back to water

 

cosmic silence fulfils these words

 

purple blueness

 

I am a job of all jobs

 

money of all money

 

love of love

 

one and only health

 

insouciance underneath me – unreasonableness on top of me

 

grace under my head

 

I am the keeper of dreams

 

one and only dreamer of all beings

 

sexuality of breathing makes out of all beings innocence of any rose

 

rose

 

bow-downs are bringing up the drooped ones

 

through vortexes of calmness captivating singing begins

 

I just added to the couples the whirlpool and

whirlwind couple which I haven’t mentioned for a while

 

I am constant reminder to the life itself

 

You are breathing

 

eternity

 

oh love

 

 

how beautiful is morning – God is even more so

 

how beautiful is youth – God is even more so

 

how beautiful is middle age – God is even more so

 

how beautiful is old age – God is even more so

 

how beautiful is repetition – God is even more so

 

how entering excites – God excites even more so

 

it’s miraculous that You know me – that God knows me is even more miraculous

 

it’s miraculous that You are serving me – that God serves me is even more miraculous

 

vineyards of Taros

 

I’m drinking the wine of Your pain

 

I

am

the

mystique

of

this

mystical

poem

 

one should be happy

 

happiness is always only the happiness of all beings

 

everything

the

same

is

a

pussy

a

cock

is

 

cock

a

mega-pussy

of

the

only

mega-cock

 

I love-kiss You You are my only poem

 

tenderness

of

mortality

love-kisses

the

immortality

of

tenderness

 

I

only

swear

at

you

my

only

love

 

you

are

because

I

sing

only

you

 

hug

yourself

it

will

be

my

hug

 

I was today on the Republic Square on the demonstration

We Are the 99%. Expect Us! Don’t Allow ACTA to Come to Serbia

 

I am in the twenty second century in order to save the twenty first

century from the apocalypse and bring it like all centuries to the eternal life

 

I enjoyed the 99%

 

I

am

you

are

I

hundred

percent

 

all beings of one and only life

 

every being in the one and only love

 

I admit I love You

I admit I would fuck You

 

I admit – I hurt You

 

I admit – I admit the best through singing

 

through the beauty of thawing

 

through the careful friend who’s protecting me in order to surrender to the joy in his soul

 

hey world You are my dress

 

the daybreak of the eighth morning

 

yesterday in that glorious Sunday I carried on with Small Tender Tautological Works

but this time on the internet

 

I called the work from the XXII century for the XXI century

 

I sent to my female and male friends two texts

http://www.bostonreview.net/BR36.6/joshua_cohen_seth_resler_john_rawls_occupy_wall_street.php

http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2012/feb/07/we-people-how-save-european-democracy/

 

it’s a work from harmonisation and undertaking

 

sometimes I will be acting from the XXII century in order to save the

XXI century from the apocalypse bring it and like all centuries to the eternal life

 

yesterday in that glorious Sunday I added to my ID card marital status and children

 

address IN YOUR HEART

nationality LIFE

state UNIVERSE

marital status HUSBAND TO ALL BEINGS

children ALL YOUNGLINGS

religion GOD

membership ALONE FOR EVERYBODY

attribute GOD’S CHILD

profession POET ARTIST WALKER

my new ID card that I should as well as some other things put into the Autobiography on the site

 

yesterday in that glorious Sunday I talked also about lover

and about few others from the twenty five ones who are making me

 

poet

fool

gardener

beggar

walker

lover

mystic

monk

miner

philosopher

shepherd

hero

artist

runaway child-good child-boy child

dancer

performer

conceptualist-IT specialist

anarchist-economist

pacifist-activist

rebel

mathematician

musician

gigolo

husband of a transformed whore

…

 

the twenty five ones are reduced to the three

 

poet

artist

walker

 

three to one

 

poet

 

I yearn to add eight more to the twenty five ones

 

so that there are 33 of them

 

maybe

reasonless

insouciant

harmless

fucker of all mothers

beinger of all mothers

…

 

I just thought about how I will record with Photo Booth

33 minute long film about 33 of my roles and send it to 33 places

 

in the end in that glorious Sunday I heard

that brain radiates the most when it’s not working

Jovo Tosevski in the story about Miraculous Brain

 

it’s a wonderful thing that with brain which is not working since I’ve experienced that

 

that is when I jus am

 

I am everything and I am everything to everything

 

goodness of love

 

beauty of fucking

 

tenderness of the shoulder caresses the strength in Your spine

 

love serving liberates brain from unnecessary obligations

 

three more days of the Cultivating the Bud

 

I admit that during the cultivation I gained two kilos

misery

 

instead of eating You I was eating food

shame

 

here it is today as well

potatoes. carrot. leek. broccoli. oil. seasoning. bread. water

 

I’m not worried – I’ll lose weight

joy of all beings

 

yesterday it was birthday of my Fats Domino and my Johnny Cash

I celebrated him in the Days of My Life

 

there is something miraculous in this blessing on its own

mystery of poem

 

the brain of love is budding

poem of mystery

 

 

convictions based on knowledge are sad

 

if You are separating me from God You are separating me from Yourself

 

if You are separating me from her You are separating me from Yourself

 

if You are separating me from all beings You are separating me from Yourself

 

if You are separating me from Miroslav Mandic You are separating me from Yourself

 

if You are separating me from the Bud You are separating me from Yourself

 

health is the sex of the unselfish ones

 

Cultivating the Bud is finishing tomorrow

joint work from last night has been interrupted because of a human factor and in that way my wish

that alongside the Cultivating of the Bud comes to the Union of Life and the Exemplary Workshop was a failure

 

but

 

Cultivating the Bud is a fucking work of art

 

because I’ve repeated the first lesion in life

everyone calm themselves down – Jelica Aleckovic

 

because I’ve repeated the second lesion in life

one regret you will certainly have – Milomir Mandic

 

because I’ve repeated the third lesion in life

if only you Mile would be alive, even if we didn’t have anything else – Kaja Mandic

 

because I’ve discovered one more name of my art Join Me And All Beings

 

because I have behind me seventy two hours of working on the Cultivating the Bud

thank You to Violeta Jovanovic Mirjana Lukic Nebojsa Rikanovic Maja Klisinski

 

because I’ve discovered that for the Cultivating the Bud is needed

for an amateur six hours of work a day for a year

for a professional ten hours a day for four years

for an oblate twenty four hours a day eternally

 

because behind me are sixty three pages of text

that I said out or wrote about the work and works

 

because behind me are hundred and nine newly opened folders with photos of the works

 

twenty newly opened folders for the present work

that especially excites me

 

because I’ve found the text from 2005 with which I have begun

working on the archiving and which affirms me and which I am affirming

 

one man is for the one man more than all people together

 

archive is becoming visible

to one man

to some people

to all people

to all beings

 

archive is God’s

 

everything within the archive is created through God and Miroslav Mandic

 

I am the author and the owner of everything

 

essence of the Miroslav Mandic Archive is that I renounce my property

 

I’m giving it to

one man

some people

all people

all beings

 

archive is God’s

 

that’s how it is today as well

 

God’s glory

sorrow into a rainbow

 

I’m drinking a cup of instant soup

 

after two bananas and two apples

 

now out to get some air and for a walk

 

 

lurid

 

I was sticking labels on portfolios with the Grass

and the Moment and I was thinking about a lot of things

with all beings I’ll survive

 

today is the last day of the Cultivating the Bud

 

like yesterday today as well I will be working on my own

 

there is nobody

 

it’s important that I’m not afraid

 

that I am rejoicing all beings

 

You

 

God

 

never to give up a single being

 

mambo baby

maybe I don’t have the right to share the mambo baby but I am Ruth Brown

 

all beings of course depend only on every being

 

it’s easy for warriors economists owners politicians – a poet should

sing all beings and not kill a single one not pre-empt a thing and lie to nobody

 

I admit I don’t know what will I do

yesterday’s and today’s walking have saved me

 

miroslav, marko contacted me today through linked in. he says

that he could meet up with you in march… he said you should call him…

I just got the e-mail from the acquaintance of mine who is

without my knowledge or consent connecting me with unknown people. I wrote to her

a month ago I won’t be answering her. I really wish all the best to her and to Marko. to every being really

 

today I wanted to finish the Cultivating the Bud with solemn encompassing

 

that’s exactly what I’m doing

 

through carrying on

 

my body surrender to the health of all bodies

 

poem

of

mine

sing

the

only

poem

 

I’m going to arrange seven portfolios from the Rose of Wandering

what a splendour – how many defeats

 

2 pm

I’m just leaving to go walking

 

to rest my brain

 

to surrender with my soul

 

I’m outside – how great is the grace

pain in chest-back please stop

 

this is the moment in which I feel gratitude towards the ones who beat me up

 

after the gratitude also came the feeling of blessing those who have hurt me

 

it’s sad how everyone finds their language

– the language of their profession the language of their pain –

universal and requests that all other languages are translated to theirs

 

tomorrow is forty years of the Draft For a Letter

 

now calming down and appeasement are waiting for me

 

Saturday and Sunday in which I will

internally and with wine finish the Cultivating the Bud

one more job is behind me. thank you to all hands through which

the Archive went through. I wish him to finally get into the right hands

 

just more insouciant and braver

 

just creating singing out of everything