Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

Art is forgive – evil of all scientific achievements for war purposes

Art is forgive – lie in all national histories

Art is forgive – justification of violence in all civilisations

Art is forgive – division of everything on ours and yours

Art is forgive – raising enemies in each family

Art is forgive – abuse of young people

Art is forgive – taboos and prejudices

Art is forgive – idolatry

Art is forgive – simplification of language

Art is forgive – detrimental effect of academism

Art is forgive – vanity of charm and entertainment

Art is forgive – fear of believing in light we are made of

first June again

cosmic mystery of the life itself

twenty two days after the heart surgery

while being at the hospital I stopped precisely noting of got-spent-gave

it’s hard to note every little thing

I thought I would be doing it to the end of this year but I’m giving up

I got in May from

Vera Varady 66660

Vladimir Macura 55000

Mirjana Lukic 45410

Zeljko Radic and Yasuka Sato 18315

Branko Popovic 14000

Vesna Milovic 11100

Nhandan Chirco 5500

Violeta Jovanovic 3600

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 3000

Sun Mandic 2000

Srecko Stankovic 2000

Petar Mioloradovic 11000

angels

altogether I got

227685 dinars

for rent and bills food hygiene gels gauze bandages

pyjama medications bed elastic socks iPhone 5 I’ve spent

127993 dinars

I gave to others

11600

gratitude only gratitude

gratitude to the angels

gratitude to the first June again

gratitude to the life itself

I’m watching through the window

leaves of birch tree came to the fourth floor

sparrows are flying in front of the window

greenery is spreading to the horizon

I’m caressing the painful spot on my leg

Art is forgive – controls from the Cosmos

Art is forgive – supervisions and controls in the virtual world

Art is forgive – hiding lies and violence in the virtual world

Art is forgive – dependence of the virtual world

Art is forgive – alone ones

Art is forgive – forgotten ones

Art is forgive – abandon ones

Art is forgive – rejected ones

Art is forgive – forbidden ones

Art is forgive – ridiculed ones

Art is forgive – raped ones

Art is forgive – exposed to everyday violence in family

morning sweating after the first tea

I’m changing the t-shirt

I’m trying not to despond regardless of limitation

and everyday mild pains in my chests leg and back

Ludwig Wittgenstein is always helping me

people love Ludwig Wittgenstein a lot

circle and circles of Ludwig Wittgenstein

what draws people to Ludwig Wittgenstein

why they love him so much

logic love inexpressible

solitude

uncompromisingness

loving Wittgenstein

loving miraculous

ordinary in language

loving Robert Walser

people love Robert Walser as well

innocence

being a better man through Robert Walser

being a better man through Ludwig Wittgenstein

with boyhood through the whole life

boyhood which is constantly regenerating and reviving others

Art is forgive – locked up Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

Art is forgive – locked up Julian Assange

Art is forgive – forgive me soil

Art is forgive – forgive me water

Art is forgive – forgive me air

Art is forgive – forgive me light

Art is forgive – forgive me Earth

Art is forgive – forgive me Universe

Art is forgive – forgive me love

Art is forgive – forgive me life

Art is forgive – forgive me innocence

Art is forgive – forgive me God

new 144 Definitions of Art are behind me

art lead me

today is Kaja’s eighty seventh birthday

Kaja mother of all beings

Blessed Lady

I will eat a cake in Kaja’s glory

from the beginning of the year I’ve planned to decide

on the first of June should I break up working with my closed ones

as I see things didn’t change for the better but now I don’t have the strength to decide

my web-site with a new title page and new link which

I wanted to begin on the first of June I’ve also moved for the autumn

this morning I had a bit of a stomach ache and that made me sad

after seven years I saw Slavko Milekic and that felt good

we were talking about consciousness

harmony

it was wonderfully drizzling this morning

cold air did me good

I was dressed well so I enjoyed in the rain and cold

every day is a great day

every day is glory of all days

every day is a cause of all days

horse

whinnying

It is those who interfere not with their living

That are wise in exalting life.

Lao Tzu in the Chapter 75

The big and strong belong underneath.

The gentle and weak belong at the top.

Lao Tzu in the Chapter 76

cold

fog

morning drizzle

I’m looking forward to go outside

to join the snails

when I got out I took photos of roses

rose buds

overwhelming beauty has filled my body

like in the morning dream in which an older serious female doctor has

received me in the clinic and then she opened the door behind which appeared

a restaurant in which naked women and men were having lunch and making love

I thought of calling a friend and ask her to come to

caress her breasts and in that way nourish both myself and her

breasts kisses

the very breasts

the very kisses

it was drizzling

Ljilji came running

Fatima approached

Robert came from behind

Jasmin was in a big garbage container

those children really mean a lot to me

the same as the drizzle is full of life so are those children full of love

invisible motions are filling the atmosphere

innocent little souls are caressing souls of things and people

breasts on a palm of a hand

kisses a gaze

each gaze is a search for God

i

will

come

to

you

i

will

come

to

you

to

caress

my

breasts

i

will

come

to

you

to

heal

yourself

with

my

breasts

i

will

come

to

you

to

heal

yourself

and

invigorate

me

breasts are budding

buds are breasting

today is Milomir’s ninety second birthday

eternal boy

boy father

only as rejected we are worth something

Diary 2003

I was on the balcony

I was whisking hot chocolate on the balcony

wind is blowing

it got me excited

I immediately wished to mention it

wind in a warm day

I’m drinking the hot chocolate

I am missing a close person

last night I was thinking of a close person

about my close ones who will make a circle

around me and hopefully protect me from the system

ID

place of residence

health insurance

I don’t have strength

I’m missing reading

I cannot read because there is a possibility of pinching a spine nerve

I think of knitting and it brightened me up

knitting has reminded me of shoe shining

life outside of life

sentence which ends in endlessness

laws of indeterminacy helped the laws of determinacy

I was helped by the balcony. hot chocolate. wind and mentioning the wind

close person that I’m missing. my close ones which will hopefully save me from the

system. acknowledgement that I’m missing reading. knitting. shoe shining. life

outside of life. sentence which ends in endlessness. laws of indeterminacy

here

i

am

in

the

light

of

the

very

consciousness

consciousness

conscience

closeness

love of sisterhood and brotherhood of all beings

healing breasts

sweet kisses

breasts strawberries

buds kisses

Cherevic, Banoshtor, Susek, Neshtin, then further into the woods, right away

work for Nhandan Chirco Branko Popovic and Dragana Varadinac

Diary 2003

last night I was watching with great pleasure a film about Joe Strummer

persisting in innocence

dust from the road on the legs of a walker

heroism through form

cosmic dust on the back of a stranger

ethics of shape

for days

ethics of means

for years

calling

ancient bread of music

with admiration

with bowing

with bowing to admiration

with admiration to bowing

with monastic fires of all-unity

I started again to read the A People’s History of the United States

human struggle for freedom is touching

state is horrible because it constantly bans freedom

faces of Indian chiefs are faces of God

faces of white leaders of the USA are faces of clerks

faces of Indians are beaming with freedom and light

faces of white leaders are beaming with greed and crime

every being is being born with the fire of freedom in their heart

when enough of beings are guarding and keeping the fire of freedom

the fire of freedom lightens up the Universe

when majority of beings puts out the fire of freedom

within themselves dark is ruling the world

Joe Strummer

Indians

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

Julian Assange

sandy shores

beauty of a magpie

but to give life for Greek light – that’s already Hölderlin

I said this morning to Ivana

art of living art

art of experience

experiment of art

it’s wonderful that art in Russian is experience and experience experiment

I’m missing the foetal position in which I can’t

put myself in because my sternum is not healed yet

it seems to me that I could gain strength in that position

to surrender to the goodness of the beginning

to bathe in tears of self-joy

I love art without experience and I love art of experience

I could talk for hours about

sensual art

non-sensual art

circles of fire

all-reduction

blue of the blue

God without God

God of God

constant poem

infinite singing

lilacs and hyacinths in the belly

up to here is green from here is purple

changing is changing

4:49pm

at this time a month ago I was admitted for medical examination in Zemun Hospital

heart surgery started after midnight

I’m still in shock

the same way I don’t know how I was born

I don’t know how I was born again after the surgery

it’s wonderful that poem is still here

that singing is not stopping

that all beings are even more all beings

that loyalty is not dying

that

god

is

even

dearer

to

god

Monday

first orgasm

first drawing of the Blue Rose

first recording of the Blue Film

first drawing of the 64 Buds

after the operation

Edward Snowden

only what is in interest of all beings is good

everything that is in interest only of some beings is evil

deer roaring

milk of young cows is foaming

hearts are beating in birds eggs

yes

sex appeal of daisies refines the world

horniness of rain showers gives satisfaction to the soil

unselfishness of the poor eroticises life without hope

yes

goodness depends of each being

beauty of the world is experience of each being

pain in my chests while sneezing is lessening

the average of last week walking was four kilometres and eight hundred meters

only life for all beings is life

life only for some beings is death

horses are whining

cows are mooing

wolfs are howling

bamboos are growing up to the skies

rivers are running wild out of the riverbeds

flickers of the Universe are flickering by each being

I thought of the mud of the river Avon which runs through Bristol

I thought of the healing mud of the swamp near Melenci

I thought of the dusks over the plain

of the night in which everything blends into one

I is singing to God

Diary 2003

the most beautiful is writing from the state of pure goodness

goodness is the most creative

everything is budding from possibilities

one thinks of anything and that already is

hobo writing

to the bank of a canal overgrown with bulrush

by the mudslide in which birds are nesting

step into the water up to the knees

stretching out on the warm sand

feeling the grace of a small poem

breathing the loyalty through all beings

writing from the state of goodness is writing through loyalty

goodness and loyalty are one

light of creating

hips in embrace

thighs in kissing

pleasure of sexual act permeates all shapes of life

pleasure of loyalty surrenders each being to all beings

pleasure of goodness fills each being

surrender to each other each other are constantly saying to each other

4:54pm

I just found out that my Bogdanka Poznanovic is gone

I was addressing her as God

she had beautiful tone of voice

she loved me

I met her and Dejan in Pula in nineteenth sixty nine

she was always smiling

today I will walk for her

hobo writing Bogdanka and me will be walking

there is no ending to vagrancy

as well as to writing

as well as to love

God

carnations on the table are fragrant

in the small bouquet of carnations there are ten buds as well

vigour buds

clitorises of constant horniness with life

music is spreading from the speakers

it gladdens me

singing is love-kissing

mystery of sounds

forebodings of the one and only heart

I’m moving on through swaying

like a fish

I’m just moving and sliding towards the next word

I’m swimming through the water of writing

I’m waving water water is waving me

fish-like

aerodynamic

freedom of each word is a condition of freedom for any word

freedom of creation is in the freedom of creation

freedom of singing is in the freedom of singing

simplicity always opens all the depth of simplicity

sometimes I sigh heavily with no control

birds fly towards birds

fishes swim towards fishes

roses smell with roses

shapes of meaning float by shapes of meaning

every soul runs towards the other soul

everything trembles from running towards

running-towards-like

tiny-like

love flies fish-like

love floats aerodynamically

carnations on the table are fragrant

kisses of constant horniness with life

good morning goodness of the morning

unprotected

exposed

bare

alone

alone for everybody

I’m anxious

I’m afraid

Edward Snowden

Bradley Manning

Julian Assange

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

butcheries

meat industry

entertainment industry

war industry

all beings don’t know of enemies

everything that are not all beings is divided on enemies

it’s passed noon

several buds in the little carnation bouquet have opened up

with arched neck of a young horse I’m thinking

of the book I am You are I which is waiting to be published

I’m thinking of the book I am You are I am God

I love book

I am book

I love to be on the road

I am road

I miss You

I am You

I poured more water in the bottle with the little carnation bouquet

several more buds opened up

if I had but two loaves of bread, I would sell one

and buy hyacinths, for they would feed my soul

Muhammad

I love flowers

I am bud

the beauty of the morning makes me shudder

music carries away

soon I’m going on outpatient appointment a month after getting out of the hospital

I feel a bit nauseous

I only want the music

I’m in Mirjana’s cars

I’m silent

I feel pointless

my leg is still painful and bleeding a bit

I’m in the Clinical Centre

it’s full of people

I’m sick of everything here

it’s hard for me to bare all of that

the cosmic feeling of life I cannot sence while waiting for the check-up

the check-up is over

what a relief

follow-up in six months

I will keep on taking three preventive medications

I will be carrying elastic stocking and sleeping on my back for another month

after that I can even swim

I’m walking slowly through the Clinical Centre in order to remember it

by this amenity while leaving and not by the nausea with which I entered

sun gives me pleasure

I took off the shirt in Topcider and walked naked to the waist

I’ve made the five hundred and third photo of the One Man

Mirjana bought the ointment for regeneration of the scar tissue

while writing the spot on my leg which is

bleeding is without the bandages for the first time

it feels nice

it’s drying

I am one man

writing is much much more than writing

sometimes just writing

like I was writing on cigarette package foils in my youth

walking by the ditches for irrigation which we were digging in the Neretva valley

I am William Blake

reading of William Blake’s poetry ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 11 am

the day moved away

never in my life have I been for so long with no strength

I’m surrendering to it the way it is

sometimes I get swept over by joy

I get permeated by eternal youth of all beings

modesty strikes me

gratitude

peace

in front of Your face I’m transforming into God and You’re watching but You don’t see

in front of Your face God I’m transforming into God and You see it and You rejoice

it’s tender with God

even more tender by God

by freedom

by courage

by innocence

I’m becoming

God

God God to God

God

God

to God

God

God God to God

God

cherry in the mouth

shaking with hips

swaying with breasts

we are joy one within the other

only the two of us

only You and I

wind is carrying lavender smell over the stone reef

Your love makes me

I’m becoming You

Your love kisses me

I’m becoming every being

Your love is kissing

I’m becoming Your lover

in front of Your face I’m becoming Your face

i

one

i

power of morning

freshness

love-kissing just love-kissing

waterfalls are bursting

a hind is flying

a calf is licking the hand which is caressing it

theory of theory is love-kissing of love-kissing

water is whirling

gentle gaze is writing these words

imperceptible smile in the corner of the left lip excites my whole body

I’m walking slowly

I’m greeting big burdocks around which bees are flying

the art of slow walking

the art of unique existence

consciousness of only-being is very sexual

only-being – relating to everything and everybody

harmony of harmony

I’m watching-I’m watched

I’m kissing-I’m kissed

I’m watching-I’m kissing

I’m watched-I’m kissed

linden is fragrant

through the linden fragrance I’m in love

in love with the linden fragrance

be good my male-friend

be beautiful my female-friend

bleeding of my leg has stopped

I started smearing with a cream the scar on the leg and chests

I can also sneeze without pain in my chests

I’m overwhelmed with indescribable happiness while walking this slowly

it’s warmer and warmer

hot days are coming

happy

I bought cheese pie and yogurt to Robert and Ferdi

I’m singing

it’s morning

my eyes are full of tears

singing – only wealth

non-explanation – only joy

I believe You feel I love You

it’s only about that

great singing – I love-kiss You

great creating – I love-kiss You

great walking – I love-kiss You

tail of the crocodile is slowly swaying through the low grass

forest air is steaming from explosive insects’ flying

somebody is passing through a quiet street in the night

watered flowers are morning-smelling

young girl is getting naked in the water

a squirrel is swiftly climbing up on top of the tree

the day is hot

I’m sweating

God

I

poem

autobiography

serenity because of the little-autobiography

I remembered just now the game of throwing a knife into the ground

I don’t remember how we used to call it

first we draw a big circle on the ground and we half it if there is two of us

then I’m throwing a knife into Your half and if it is plunged into

the ground I’m drawing a new line on that place and taking Your part away

smells of remembrance

smells of easiness

I love rebirth

I love swimming

even better is the absence of yearning for swimming

when I know that swimming is impossible for me

deepest bow to Ania Lisweska

Ania I wish You to succeed in Your intention

Ania I wish You to feel the joy for everyone

Ania I wish You to make everyone happy

Ania I wish You to become the very poem of love

the moment I got outside I met Kemalj who

went with his cart to collect paper on the Banovo Brdo

the smell of linden thrills me

Zarko Radakovic has visited me last night. I enjoyed in Zarko and with Zarko

I see my shadow. I see – I’m going

I feel – each walking is epochal thing

mowed grass smells nice

an old man is walking very slowly

it’s passed nine

sun is warmer and warmer

my face is getting sweaty

I’m wiping my forehead with hand

a young man is caressing his dog with pleasure

on the other hand I’m caressing with my gaze

the edge of the road next to which I’m passing

meeting with somebody – celebration

being alone – constant celebration

being alone for everyone – constant celebration with everything it is

I’m sweating at the table

I’m changing the wet shirt

I’m enjoying in each time

each time is good

Universe is constantly good

I’m happy that I saw in my lifetime how geese are flying

heavy and big they are flying with great force

my heart started flying with them while I was watching them

good is the heart

heart is compassionate with everyone

heart is feeding everything

heart will never die

the word heart will never wear out

the word heart is heart of each word

because the word heart is heart of each word every word is heart

because each word is heart each word is

compassionate with everybody and everyone

I’m writing with my heart to all hearts

sweet apricots of the coming summer

Zsuzsa is starting to walk in half an hour. on the

ten year anniversary of her first walking up the stream of the Danube

in Hungary. she will walk three days meditating the peace strength and joy

Zsuzsa I’m with You

yesterday I ran for the first time in the forest because I felt I can run

Nada Petronijevic-Covic visited me last night. I enjoyed in Nada and with Nada

I danced for her. it was the first dancing after the operation

yesterday I finished reading the book

A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn

existing manhood is marked with the white man’s crimes

with these hidden crimes man has no future

the future of all these years is a fight of an individual and masses against crimes

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

Julian Assange

Edward Snowden

Bradley Manning

I am Bradley Manning

all the horror of each state corporate wealth and

military force is nothing comparing to courage of any individual

I thought of writing about that horror of constant war

which is in its core a crime against kids but I’m giving up thinking

with greatest tenderness about everyone who has resisted all of that

millions of innocent victims

Indians

Black people

workers

poor

emigrants

unemployed

women

queer people

children

fight for freedom is the fight for goodness and beauty

fight for goodness and beauty is the fight for truth

fight for truth is the fight for sympathies and solidarity of all beings

I am a runaway child

I am a good boy

I am Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

I am Julian Assange

I am Edward Snowden

I am Bradley Manning

one heart

one love

last night I went out just before midnight

wind was cooling off the warm night

I took off my shirt and was naked up to the waist

I wanted everybody to be happy

I was the maker of meaning

I was the life itself

the ocean of great forests

all-little-cell of the cosmic vastness

I felt like in lukewarm water in which life being born

my steps were slower and slower

heavenly

eternal

with each moment I felt more and more beautiful

at one moment the wind has carried a piece of paper

which flew to me like a child into somebody’s embrace

summer has begun this morning

sixty forth summer of my life

summer principles from this morning’s walking

not to know but to believe

not to believe but to love-kiss

not to love-kiss but to be

not to be but God

and

I love universal

everything that is in everything

everything that makes everyone

everything that is in interest of everybody

Miroslav Mandic is second name for universal

Miroslav Mandic is second name for all beings

Miroslav Mandic is second name for everyone

Miroslav Mandic through slow walking in the

early morning sun is singing through Miroslav Mandic

happiness for everybody

happiness for everything

happiness for everyone

Saturday

I’m in the Pozeska Street

joy of the morning

trams. people. fruit selling shops. newsstands. papers. heat

I would love if there was somebody I could share these

miraculous slow walks with but there is nobody who I could call

I’m gently thinking of Satie and his solitude

I’m gently thinking of Helderlin and his solitude

I admire lone ones

the lone ones are joy of being

staying on the path

it’s hard

staying on the path

it’s miraculous

staying on the path

it’s Miroslav Mandic path

staying on the path

Miroslav Mandic is the rose on the path

endure Miroslav endure

another 42207 blessings are in front of me

writing is a struggle for poetry

poetry is a struggle for singing

singing is a struggle for divination

struggle without fighting

surrendering

identification

loyalty

embrace me with Your goodness

accept me with Your beauty

a turf of grass between four cut off bars

a part of the big construction equipment thrown into the grass

rotten sheeting left from concreting

foam in the mare’s mouth

young horsewoman is orgasming while riding a mare

there is no insight without doing away with illusion

a leg has made a step

second leg has joined

who was once permeated cannot live anymore without permeation

who once permeated all beings with oneself

doesn’t want to live without permeation any more

there is no existence without cock

there is no singing without pussy

without cock everything is a lie

without pussy everything is nothingness

with cock – tenderness

with pussy – joy

under the tree on the bank an old wooden boat is rocking

wheat is ripening and becoming sun

apricots are falling into the dust

everything is becoming from unimportant

the most important is that everything is unimportant

everything that is unimportant is

the moment something gets important that is no more

it’s hard for me to be unimportant but only in that way I am

I’m not important

the one who loves is unimportant – who is important cannot love

who is loved is unimportant – who is important cannot feel that he or she is loved

when I looked at the sparrow this morning I felt its body in my spine

a leg is coming closer to a leg

a leg is leading a leg

a leg is following a leg

unimportant is very important to me

when somebody is really important that You’ll never sense

it is so important to me that I was writing pussy and cock again after a long time

I feel corrupted writing pussy and cock with no freedom and innocence

corrupted with corrupted language which

means nothing anymore but is with its literacy and its lies

considerations and politeness’s only in function of violence and profit

pussy and cock are one

pussy and cock are one letter