Miroslav Mandić Bog

poem
the poem of one name
the name of a man
the name of god
the name of a poem
i wrote it i sang it
from january 6th 2005 to july 24th 2017
i sang it every day except sunday
33 poems a day
i call them blessings
198 blessings per week
129600 blessings for twelve and a half years
129600 (360×360) blessings have formed a ball book
universe
universe of poem
each day is marked with day number and date of singing
first three books have been published
fourth and fifth book are in my computer
last eight books are on the website
i hope that everything will soon be together on the website

    You
    are

    234348

    bud

    thank you Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

    3213. day
    18th October 2013

     

    thank you

    Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

    for

    past

    translations

    of

    blessings

    to

    English

     

    I

    would

    love

    if

    somebody

    would

    carrie

    on

    translating

    the

    book

    Miroslav Mandic

    to

    English

     

     

    20TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX OF WALKING AND FUCKING

    3165. day
    31st August 2013

     

    I love singing about walking

     

    I love creating through walking

     

    I love to walk

     

    I am a walker – walking of walking

     

    sex of walking

     

    I feel at home only while walking

     

    homelessness

    God sex money

     

    the house of walking and the house of sex are the same

     

    boundlessness of homelessness

     

    freedom is my only home

     

    no to belonging – yes to surrendering

     

    walking is constant getting in

    I’m walking-I’m getting in

     

    walking is the body of time which is getting into the body of space

    I’m walking I’m getting into freedom

     

    getting in – joining

     

    salvation

     

    God I’m in Your step

     

    rhythm melody harmony of the music of walking and of sex are the same

     

    all verbs are the same it reviled to me while writing the book I Name

     

    all words all beings and all things are the same

    is reviling to me while singing the book Miroslav Mandic

     

    walking is getting horny is deciding

     

    walking is fucking is kissing

     

    walking is cumming is calming

     

    I was passed by a limping man

     

    an omen

    a flame

     

    through walking I’m joining singing and creating

     

    through walking I’m joining being and doing

     

    through walking I’m joining fucking and identifying

     

    through walking I’m joining enjoying and sacrificing

     

    I sat on the bench to increase the enjoyment in this walking and this fucking

     

    through walking I’m fucking – through walking I’m fucked up

    You remember

     

    through fucking I’m walking – through fucking I’m all fucked

    You’re witnessing

     

    through the landscapes of innocent tautologies

    through unstoppable stimulations of deification

    through plainest and sexiest sexuality

    I’m vowing to the cooing and redemptions through sex

    amen

     

     

    fuck

    me

    singing

    creating

    and

    walking

    i

    am

    your

    fucker

     

     

     

    19TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX IS ART OF BEING AND FUCKING

    3164. day
    30th August 2013

     

    the art of incorruptibility

    a boy has started to run

     

    the art of independence

    a boy has hopped

     

    the art of gratuitousness

    a boy has stopped

     

    the art of friendship

    a boy has seen himslef

     

    the art of boogie-woogie

    a boy has a merit

     

    the art of courage

    a boy has bowed

     

    the art of silence

    a boy is touching blades of grass

     

    the art of tambouring

    a boy is jumping into water

     

    the art of taking from behind

    a boy is doing a long jump

     

    the art of approval

    a boy is hugging goodness

     

    the art of a round belly

    a boy is kissing beauty

     

    the art of mild hand on the balls of the world

    a boy is a mother and a father to his friend

     

    the art of steady fuckability

    a boy is running

     

    the art of first love which is in each fucking

    a boy is greeting flowers

     

    the art of reunion and regenerated fucking

    a boy is caressing trees

     

    the art of dirty words in one and only encyclopaedia of life

    a boy is a boy to a girl

     

    the art of cock the art of pussy is

    a girl is watching a boy

     

    the art of pussy the art of cock is

    a girl is running after a boy

     

    the art is not fun or consolation but salvation

    a boy is alone under the stars

     

    rebellion of consciousness

    a boy has eradicated death

     

    rebellion of conscience

    a boy has redeemed sisterhood and brotherhood

     

    rebellion of sex

    a boy is mortally wounded

     

    consciousness and conscience are sex of rebellion

    a boy has survived

     

    consciousness conscience freedom

    a boy has been reborn

     

    being

    a boy is running

     

    fucking

    a boy is identifying with everything

     

    Being and Fucking

    a boy is breading God in

     

    path

    a boy is playing with God

     

    step by step

    a boy is God to God

     

    worlds are being reborn in the embrace of Being and Fucking

    a boy has put his ear to the ground

     

    poetry art walking

    a boy is singing

     

    we are fucking

    a boy is lightened up

     

    we are one

    a boy is running

     


     

    18TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX IS A POEM OF CREATION AND FUCKING

    3163. day
    29th August 2013

     

    i

    am

    sex

    of poem

    what separates me from sex are poetry art and walking. they separate me but they also feed me with sex

     

     

    i

    am

    poem

    of sex

    through poetry art and walking I’m becoming aware and enriched with sex

     

     

    i

    am

    goodness

    of poem

     

     

    i

    am

    beauty

    of poem

     

     

    i

    am

    spring

    of singing

     

     

    i

    am

    a mouth

    of confidence

     

     

    i

    am

    a glance

    of giving

     

     

    i

    am

    a clitoris

    of surrendering

     

     

    i

    am

    an anus

    of obedience

     

     

    i

    am

    a touch

    of a heart

    and

    mind

     

     

    i

    am

    a kiss

    of innocent ones

     

     

    i

    am

    fucking

    of all beings

     

     

    i

    am

    fuckability

     

     

    i

    am

    a small

    but

    fuckable

    poem

     

     

    i

    am

    hornyness

     

     

    i

    am

    a plain

    but

    horny

    poem

     

     

    i

    am

    shagging

     

     

    i

    am

    everyday

    but

    sexy

    poem

     

     

    i

    am

    a pussy

     

     

    i

    am

    a reasonless

    but

    a pussy

    poem

     

     

    i

    am

    a cock

     

     

    i

    am

    an insouciance

    but

    a cock

    poem

     

     

    i

    am

    an arse

     

     

    i

    am

    rejected

    but

    noble

    poem

     

     

    i

    am

    alone

     

     

    i

    am

    the

    very

    poem

     

     

    i

    am

    the

    very

    sex

     

     

    i

    am

    an

    i

    of

    orgasm

    a grace

    of my

    poem

    within

    you

     

     

    i

    am

    an

    i

    of

    poem

    gentleness

    of your

    sex

    within

    me

     

     

    i

    am

    i

     

     

    i

    am

    an

    i

    of

    i

    am

     

     

    i

    am

    an

    i

    am

    of

    i

    am

     

     

    i

    am

    god

     


     

    17TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX OF MUSIC AND MUSIC OF SEX

    3162. day
    28th August 2013

     

    music is joyful dying

     

    sex is dying in the joy of joining

     

    poetically man dwells on this Earth

    Hölderlin

     

    musically man exists in the only Universe

    Mandic

     

    fuck me music

    for the first time in my life I wrote only Mandic for myself

     

    music – mystics of the sex of a fulfilled desire

     

    music – mystics of dying in sex and music

     

    music – mystics of sex and guilelessness

     

    blossoming of daisies

     

    music is a female poet which is surrendering to her male poet

     

    alternation of receiving and giving is the rhythm of fucking

     

    liberation is the melody of fucking

     

    trust is the harmony of fucking

     

    hymnal holly trembling

     

    pussy ripples

     

    dick surges with whirlwind

     

    deer are running

     

    grass is thriving

     

    galaxies are blossoming

     

    everything would like to fuck with everything else

     

    music fuck me

     

    Your lips are absorbed with the sunny smile on my anus

     

    if I wasn’t fucking that much with music I would never experience that fucking is music

     

    if I wasn’t fucking with wondering and respect

    I would never experience that music is fucking

     

    music of fucking is bowing to the fucking of music

     

    fuckable musical orgasmic mystical are the same

     

    same is the fucking of the same

     

    same is the music of the same

     

    I’m fucking and enjoying the music of fucking

     

    I’m listening to music and I’m enjoying in fucking through music

     

    sex – life for the first one

     

    music – life for the first one

     

     

    sex

    and

    music

    are

    the

    life

    and

    art

    for

    the

    first

    one

     


     

    16TH BOWING TO SEX – IN THIS LIFE I LOVE SEX THE MOST

    3161. day
    27th August 2013

     

    in this life I enjoy the most fucking with a woman

     

    more than sleeping and cakes and money and football and watermelons…

     

    nevertheless in this world more than half of

    my sexual life I’ve spent without the sex with a woman

     

    that’s because even more than the sex with

    a woman I enjoy in talking and getting along with a woman

     

    in mystical attraction

     

    in common dying in ideals of beauty and goodness

     

    in woman’s recognition of who am I. in my delight with who she is

     

    but even more so I enjoyed in admiration of great artists

     

    of brave ones who are sacrificing themselves for others

     

    of music

     

    all beings

     

    eternal life and life of eternity

     

    God

     

     

    of

    surrendering

    singing

    creating

    walking

     

     

    I have spent wonderful moments in fucking with a woman

     

    even more wonderful in talking to a woman

     

    in mystical attraction which would take us towards the resurrection

     

    in unspoken vows that we will give our lives for beauty and goodness

     

    in recognitions which are leading towards deification

     

    and what about enthusiasm for Jean-Luc Godard Ludwig Wittgenstein

    Gertrude Stein William Carlos Williams Claude Monet Billie Holiday...

     

    or Gandhi Martin Luther King Jan Palach

    Muhammad Bouazizi Nadezhda Tolokonnikova…

     

    in hours and hours with music

     

    in innocence and loyalty to all beings

     

    in life which is transforming into the very life

     

     

    a

    n

    d

    n

    o

    t

    e

    v

    e

    n

    m

    e

    n

    t

    i

    o

    n

    i

    n

    g

    g

    o

    d

     

     

    then a poem

     

    an art work

     

    walking

     

     

    a

    face

    face

    of

    god

    is

    I just wrote it

    a poem is uniting and unifying everything

    apart from uniting and unifying everything a poem is singing both uniting and unifying

     

     

    art work confirms and restores paradise

     

    walking is music which is walking

     

    Music and Mystic

    Music and Mystic in the middle of the road for the first time together

     

    budding of the Bud and the Bud of All Beings

    glory to the sex of the Bud and the sex of the Bud of All Beings

     


     

    15TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX IS ANOTHER PERPETUAL INNOCENCE

    3160. day
    26th August 2013

     

    yesterday was forty two years of the Red Notebook which I’m still using

    fuck isn’t that alive sex

     

    sex is innocence

     

    faith in perpetuity

     

    I wrote the word perpetuity for the first time in my life

    isn’t that as well alive sex

     

    I’m immediately declaring Perpetuity for one of the heroes of the book Miroslav Mandic

     

    Perpetual-He and Perpetual-She

     

    together on the road

     

    together in the middle of the road is the most innocent and most eternal sex

     

    everything is sex

     

    when I take a pencil with my hand that’s sex

     

    when I dip a style into the ink that’s sex

     

     

    when

    ink

    is

    dripping

    into

    the

    words

    of

    a

    poem

    that

    is

    sex

     

     

    the more sex is free the more is innocent

     

    dirty words in sex are cleanest

     

    the dirtier the cleaner

     

    sex is the word love on my temple

     

    innocence of sex is in grace of the one in which two are calming down

     

    innocence in sex is the prerequisite of freedom in sex

     

    freedom in sex is endless

     

    endlessness of freedom in sex is what’s the sexiest in sex

     

    the sexiest in sex is the sex of the most obscene and the most tender

     

    innocent

     

    plain

     

    I’m fucking

     

    I’m fucking You

     

    I’m fucking and I’m fucking You also when I’m on my own

     

    I’m fucking in front of everybody

     

    I’m fucking for everybody

     

    I’m fucking in God’s glory

     

    I’m fucking I exist I am

     

    I’m fucking You exist You are

     

     

    through

    your

    smile

    i’m

    fucking

    and

    singing

     

     

    god’s

    smile

    am

    i


     

    14TH BOWING TO SEX – INSTEP SEX

    3158. day
    24th August 2013

     

     

    You and I

    sex is sexuality. of gender. of halves. of a couple. sex of halves and sexes. one which has

    been divided. one which is dedicated to the other. sex of a whole. a couple on the road is one

     

    He-Same and She-Same

     

    Everything and Everybody

     

    Rose and Path

     

    Whirlpool and Whirlwind

     

    She-Shy and He-Shyness

     

    I-Am-Going and I-Go

     

    Good and Beautiful

     

    Life and Thought

     

    Pussy and Cock

     

    Please and Thank You

     

    Hey-Ho and Hi-Ho

     

    Clitoris and Glans

     

    Nearness and Distance

     

    Forceful and Tender

     

    Tranquillity and Appeasement

     

    Speckled-She and Runaway-He

     

    Poet and Artist

     

    Doing and Being

     

    Thoughtfulness and Attention

     

    Dancing and Singing

     

    Shy-She and Frostbitten-He

     

    Kiss and Bud

     

    Creation and Singing

     

    Serving and Kissing

     

    Patience and Suffering

     

    No-Beginning and Infinity

     

    Innocent-Ear-She and Golden-Mouth-He

     

    Approval and Concurrence

     

    Snuggling and Nestling

     

    Runaway Child and Good Child

     

    Insouciance and Unreasonableness

     

    Same-Thinking and Same-Fucking

     


     

    13TH BOWING SEX – SEX WITH WORDS

    3157. day
    23rd August 2013

     

    pump me

    rock and roll me

    in dirty blue

    shoes of

    r’n’r of

    life

    1088th poem of the book Fucking

     

     

    pump

    me today is

    eleven years of

    god’s life in

    your earing

    1089th poem of the book Fucking. yesterday at 3.22pm I wrote the last 1089th poem of the book Fucking

     

     

    cos

    mo

    go

    ny

    of

    a

    lit

    tle

    po

    em

     

     

    the best way out is always through

    Robert Frost

     

    remember me – whispers the dust

    Peter Huchel

     

    poetry excites me. life of life affirms to me

    verses from Frost’s and Huchel’s poems cited by Joseph Brodsky in his text In Praise of Boredom

     

    excitement with poetry is orgasmic

     

    mortal body is surrendering to the metamorphosis

    of soul which is transforming into the immortal spirit

     

    fuckable and poetic is the same

     

     

    everything

    always

    the

    same

    is

     

     

    everything

    always

    sex

    is

     

     

    everything

    always

    poem

    is

     

     

    I love fuckable words which initiate fucking

     

    I love poetic words which initiate singing

     

     

    s

    i

    n

    g

    f u c k      i n g

    i

    n

    g

     

     

    sex with words I have discovered during fucking

     

    I was speaking them to the ear

     

    I was speaking them quietly slowly and gently

    a prairie was opening in front of us

     

    those were such sexy stories that they were constantly moistening and moistening

     

    opening and opening

     

    words which were going through the brain

    and spine and like a poem ended up on clitoris

     

    clit words

     

    sex words are supporting the life of the very life

     

    Bowing to Sex is also a support to Chelsea Manning

     

    Chelsea is a hero

     

    Chelsea stopped the war

     

    Chelsea won the greatest army in the world with her femininity

     

    Chelsea dared on her own

     

    Chelsea is transforming and has transformed herself in front of the whole world

     

    Chelsea is evolutionary moving away from death and moving towards life

     

    physics of poem within the metaphysics of sex

     

     

    ea

    ch

    po

    em

    of

    mi

    ne

    a

    mi

    lli

    on

    is

     

     

    fu

    ck

    me

    I

    am

    a

    cos

    mo

    go

    ny

    of

    a

    lit

    tle

    po

    em

     


     

    12TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX THROUGH SHAKING

    3156. day
    22nd August 2013

     

     I admit I was watching you twisting with your hips

     

    ever since then you make me horny

     

    and I’ll never cease to be

     

    you have opened me up with the cock of dancing

     

    you have opened me up for shaking

     

    shake it baby shake it

     

    I love sex of dancing

     

    I love sex with dancing

     

    shake it baby shake it

     

    rock and roll yourself my beloved

     

    rock’n’roll

     

    through shaking everything merges

     

    through shaking milk turns into soft butter

     

    through stirring nothing gets burnt

     

    when I’m stirring I’m moving the Universe

     

    here

     

    you can feel

     

    hey mountain girl plain is in front of us

     

    flanks hips thighs

    fuck fuck fuck

     

    do not stop

     

    it’s accelerating

     

    we are breathless

     

    we’re panting

     

    easiness is carrying us

     

    through the music of Universe – music of fucking

     

    dancing and fucking are the same

     

    flanks hips thighs

    fuck fuck fuck

     

    shake it baby shake it

     

    never stop

     

    dance from the day You’re born to the day You die

     

    children are dancing. young people are dancing

    middle aged people are dancing. old people are dancing

    have You ever seen how ninety years old Compay Segundo is dancing

     

    stones are rolling and dancing. animals are dancing. leaves on the branches

     

    I’m shaking

     


     

    11TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX THROUGH KISSING

    3155. day
    21st August 2013

     

    every day along with the Bowings to Sex I’m also writing poems Fucking

     

    it’s magnificent

     

    innocent

     

    fuckable

     

    nothing is more innocent that fucking

     

    nothing more guileless than fucking

     

    nothing more ordinary than fucking

     

    nothing more dangerous than fucking

     

    nothing more forbidden than fucking

     

    nothing is more further away from death

    with love and joy I’m thinking of Micko Jovanovic who has lived

    quietly and alone and this morning quietly and alone left this world

     

    today I’m bowing to sex through kissing

     

    sex through kissing is sex of a baby

     

    sex of a baby starts both life and sex of a man

     

    sex of a baby carries on throughout the whole life

     

    mother kisses her naked child all over its body and specially on the sweet bottom and…

     

    skin is kissed and skin likes to be kissed

     

    skin of lips similar to the skin of labia and glans is the skin of kissing

     

    lips get aroused and puffed up

     

    they are opening up on their own

     

    they snuggle up

     

    living to the fullest actually means being constantly snuggled up to life

     

    through the language of love surrendering to tongues of life

     

    tongue – that marvellous muscle full of nerves and words

     

    little animal in our mouth

     

    I love the word tongue because word tongue both speaks and kisses

     

    we should have been kissing

     

    November was flowing. I was seeing Oljenka more and more often

    I was escorting her home after school. we would stand for a long time

    on the corner of Almaska and Svetosavska street. we were freezing in cold

    and rainy days of November. we were holding each other’s hands. and nothing

    more. and there should have been some more. we should have kissed each other

    and carry on kissing. but I had never kissed before and I was afraid to do that. when

    we would come close to each other and became silent because we were attracted to

    each other and we were trembling I would suddenly start talking. start moving away.

    start showing off. after some time we would again start coming close to each other

    the closeness of our bodies would shut us up. but we had to come close with our

    lips. had to close our eyes. let ourselves go into the relish that was luring us. we

    had to kiss each other. but I would again start talking. I felt empty and powerless

    Oljenka was more and more adorable. one night I dreamt how an abyss was

    dividing us. she was standing on the one side of the abyss and I was on

    the other. she was on the side of kissing and I was on the side of a

    wasteland. and one day while sitting on the couch I gathered

    courage and threw myself at her. our lips have merged

    on their own. the miracle of kissing has taken over

    everything. nothing was ever so beautiful and

    important as it was kissing and

    kissing each other

    wow eternity

     

    ever since then I’m kissing

     

    kissing even when I’m not kissing

    breathing is kissing

     

    everything is kissing

     

    kissing is writing – writing is kissing

     

    tongues in our mouths are murmuring

     

    streams of love are flowing through kissing

     

     

    10TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX IS RUBBING

    3154. day
    20th August 2013

     

    caressing is mild rubbing

     

    I was always excited with the idea of rubbing one stone for years

     

    of polishing it

     

    pebbles are constantly rubbing against each other and

    polishing each other and that’s how a pebble-stone is made

     

    when stone and stone as well as wood and wood

    are rubbed against each other fire breaks out

     

    life is rubbing which leads to smooth pebbles

    soft skins of grannies

     

    rubbing oneself or somebody else leads to candescence and orgasm

    remember just remember and repeat

     

    rub Yourself my dear rub

     

    poetry is a sort of rubbing the words

     

    rubbing is a touch of thirst

     

    when rubbing is turned into friction it results in a conflict

     

    blood shedding

    Egypt is bleeding like a woman

     

    expulsions

    Arab Spring is waking the world from being in love with oneself

     

    controlling

    Assange Snowden Manning are protecting the wold from sinking into shame

     

    Bowing to Sex is bowing to Egypt Arab Spring Assange Snowden Manning

     

    man rub yourself and don’t hurt anybody

     

    I love watching a woman rubbing herself

     

    my sister

     

    I can smell seaside

     

    life world You are my girl friend

     

    we’ve just started to rub each other

     

    everything is budding

     

    everything is constantly budding from rubbing

     

    Mississippi John Hurt in the Bowings to Sex as well

     

    when wind rubs the air light starts shining in people’s eyes

     

    when somebody’s sacrifice starts shining conscience lights up in chests of all people

     

    Oljenka was watching me in October. we touched with our hands for the first time

    in November. we were in the cinema. the whole class. Oljenka and I were sitting next

    to each other. we were watching the film. I was constantly feeling her. I felt good that she

    sat next to me. I started moving my right hand towards her. it seemed to me that she

    was doing the same. at one moment our hands touched. just. and settled down. it

    was all happening and it wasn’t supposed to be. our fingers started moving

    touching. everything was clear now. they started to intertwine. a hand was

    yearning for a hand. it was such indescribable grace. sex of the skin

    sex of acceptance. courage of acknowledgement

    oh eternity

     

    rub Yourself rolling

     

    rub Yourself poem

     

    rub Yourself wandering

     

    You’re blushing

     

    Your heart is warm from rubbing with danger

     

    You are not afraid anymore

     


    9TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX WITH EYES

    3153. day
    19th August 2013

     

    even in this hot day the leaving of summer can be felt

     

    the images of coming autumn are floating through my body

     

    going to school. presence of girls. shivers of life

     

    sex with eyes is sex of hunger

     

    eyes are hungry

     

    my whole life I’m feeding myself through watching women on streets

     

    I’m watching attractive women

     

    I’m watching sexy women

     

    I’m watching beautiful women

    that’s how I’m practicing the eye for beautiful

     

    I’m watching interesting women

     

    I’m watching special women

     

    I’m watching good women

     

    I’m watching women I like

    bold. with short haircut. speckled…

     

    I’m watching my woman

    that’s how I’m refining harmony and concurrence

     

    first I’m watching the whole figure

     

    then I’m watching the face

    that’s what attracts and speaks to me the most

     

    I’m watching breasts

     

    I’m watching ass

     

    I’m watching calves

     

    I’m watching thighs

     

    I’m watching lower belly

     

    I’m watching details

    wow what a life

     

    I’m watching suppressed and hidden

     

    I’m watching friendship complicity and courage

     

    I’m watching with respect and love-kissing

     

    sex with eyes is sex of depth

     

    the most shocking sexual experience I had when I was fifteen. indescribable. we were

    sitting during the class. I turned around and I saw Oljenka watching me. that got me

    excited she kept on watching me. I couldn’t believe or comprehend. she is really

    watching me. she never stops. her gaze is permeating me. it goes through the whole

    body. how does she know to do it. where does all that courage come from. I was never

    as I was until then. nothing ever was the as it was before. eros has barged into me with

    all its power into me. it took me towards the dying life. towards the life one dies for. how

    great was her watching. her eyes. her gaze. she was getting into me. and she

    remained in me forever. I’m experiencing all of that at this moment

    wow eternity

     

    when watching with love everything can be seen

     

    when watching with love sex is constant with everybody and everything

     

    sex with trees

     

    with horizon

     

    pebbles

     

    grass

     


    8TH BOWING TO SEX – MASTURBATION

    3151. day
    17th August 2013

     

    not only that I love you I adore you

    last night in my dream said Oljenka to me

     

    masturbation is Your constant presence in my life Girl

     

    self-pleasuring

     

    self-knowing

     

    self-regulation

     

    masturbation is a sort of wandering

     

    searching

     

    a sort of suicide

     

    openness for the unknown

     

    yesterday I’ve heard for the first time the term cougars and I find cougars wonderful

     

    masturbation is a calling

     

    a cry of solitude

     

    masturbation refines yearning

     

    masturbation is deep compassion for the masturbated

     

    masturbation is bowing to anybody’s hornyness

     

    masturbation is masturbating the other

     

    gentle masturbation of the one who has surrendered to masturbate her

     

    masturbation is awareness that everything is possible

     

    harmony amongst beings

     

    alone on the road

     

    alone everything

     

    alone everybody

     

    wanking

     

    Boy Child to the Older Younger Girl

    thinking of my masturbation I’ve discovered that it is above all Your

    constant presence in all days and nights of my live which is dedicated to Your light

     

    wandering

     

    sexual wandering

     

    wandering of sexuality

     

    holly wandering

     

    searching for You

     

    poem of love

     

    masturbate me my beloved

     

    masturbate me world

     

    God masturbate me

     


     

    7TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX OF BODY. SEX OF SOUL. SEX OF SPIRIT. SEX OF WILL. SEX OF FAITH. SEX OF LOVE. SEX OF CREATION

    3150. day
    16th August 2013

     

    I am the sex of rebellion

    I’m writing who I am and that’s the most sexual

     

    sex is always a rebellion

    make me a book at the bookbinder to rewrite in it all 1089 poems Fucking

     

    rebellion of body – daring horses

     

    rebellion of soul – prancing horse

     

    rebellion of spirit – horses of blueness

     

    rebellion of will – horses of goodness

     

    rebellion of faith – horses of anonymity

     

    rebellion of love – horses of one and only love

     

    rebellion of creating – horses in mares

     

    sex of body makes minerals feel good

     

    sex of soul makes plants feel good

     

    sex of spirit makes animals feel good

     

    sex of a will makes spirits of nature feel good

     

    sex of faith makes people feel good

     

    sex of love makes higher intelligence feel good

     

    sex of creation makes God feel good

     

    sex of body is rebelling against spoiledness of soul

     

    sex of soul is rebelling against conservatism of spirit

     

    sex of spirit is rebelling against lazy will

     

    sex of a will is rebelling against tepid love

     

    sex of faith is rebelling against selfish love

     

    sex of love is rebelling against vain creation

     

    sex of creation is not rebelling but is transforming

    the energy of rebellion into surrendering to God

     

    I’m rebelling against myself who is not rebelling

     

    I’m rebelling against You who is not rebelling against Yourself

     

    I’m rebelling against us who are not rebelling against ourselves

     

    I’m rebelling against men who are waging wars and holding to the property

     

    I’m rebelling against women who are not rebelling against

    men who are waging wars and are holding to their children

     

    I’m rebelling against human society which enslaves

    other beings and kills everything that stands in the way

     

    I’m rebelling against poetry and art which serves murderous human society

     

    horses are galloping through vast plains

     

    swallows are flying

     

     

    you

    sex

    and

    i

     

    6TH BOWING TO SEX – SEX FOR THE SAKE OF CHILDREN. SEX FOR THE SAKE OF SEX. SEX FOR THE SAKE OF UNIFYIN

    3149. day
    15th August 2013

     

    I am Allen Ginsberg

    reading of Allen Ginzberg’s poetry ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 4pm

     

    fifty five years ago Milomir killed himself

     

    more and more I see him as a boy and I admire him for killing himself

     

    in his honour I’m carrying on with bowings to sex

     

    there are three basic reasons for sex

     

    sex for the sake of children

    sex for the sake of sex

    sex for the sake of unifying

     

    sex for the sake of children usually separates partners

    and turns sex into the device for reproduction

     

    sex for the sake of sex can lead to friendship

    and freedom but usually leads into selfishness

     

    sex for the sake of unifying is rare

    Bowings to Sex are above all referring to the unifying sex

     

    through disappearing

    I

     

    through revival

    You

     

    through transformation

    I and You into I

     

    unifying sex is the sex of all-unification

     

    two are one

     

    one everything is

     

    unifying sex boundless trust in the other is

     

    unifying sex boundless trust in one unifying self is

     

    unifying sex boundless trust of the other in oneself is

     

    unifying sex boundless trust into oneself within the other is

     

    unifying sex not only unifies sexes but unifies all beings as well

     

    it unifies lowest sexual pleasures with highest divine satisfactions

     

    unifying sex giving and receiving turns into pulsating grace

     

    pulsating grace eternal surrendering is

     

    88888

    this is eighty eight thousand eight hundred eighty eighth blessing of the Miroslav Mandic book

    eight thousand eight hundred eighty eighth blessing affirms pulsating grace of eternal surrendering

     

    I’m protruding my lips. I’m making big steps. I am a giver

     

    hey how I have given myself to the Danube yesterday

     

    something huge doesn’t yearn for anything else that much as for something tiny

     

    something tiniest never surrenders to anybody as to something hugest

     

     

    sex

    only

    sex

     

     

    if I wasn’t walking. surrendering to the wandering. creating the Blue Rose in the Universe

    every day singing to every day unifying sex would have never unveil itself to me

     

    unifying sex is the poem of all poems

     

    young hind in white chests

     

    swallow in our genitals



     

    5TH BOWING TO SEX – POEMS FUCKING

    3148. day
    14th August 2013

     

    last summer I started writing 33 short poems with 33 synonyms

    for fucking. during the 33 days of the Bowing to Sex I hope I will finish

    all 1089 poems. in today’s fifth Bowing to Sex I will rewrite one poem for each synonym

    bang

    shag

    plow

    wank

    hump

    screw

    jazz

    shtup

    bonk

    ram

    roll me in the hay

    bumfuck

    sweat me up

    juke

    slam

    pump

    fuck

    plug

    violate

    hunch

    bone

    nail

    jug

    notch

    mount

    drill

    ride

    scrog

    get into me

    doink

    lick

    surf

    deify

     

     

    bang

    me in the morning

     

     

    I love when you

    tell me that you would love

    to shag me because then

    I already feel that

    you’re shagging me

     

     

    plow

    me with your

    horse

     

     

    wank

    me with your

    courage

     

     

    hump

    me through humping

    I was born

     

     

    screw

    me while I haven’t

    even taken my

    panties off

     

     

    jazz

    me up my

    jazzing angel

     

     

    shtup

    me with bunches of

    flowers

     

     

    bonk

    me with the cock of

    wedding

     

     

    ram

    me like a

    jenny

    in an empty

    field

     

     

    wind is blowing

    through my valley

    roll me in the hay

     

     

    bumfuck

    me while

    I’m delivering milk

    to the hungry

    children

     

     

    sweat

    me up and

    sweat on

    me

     

     

    juke

    me my

    tremble

     

     

    slam

    me like a

    dandelion

     

     

    pump

    me for a long

    ride always

    ready

     

     

    fuck

    me stju

    ckfu me

    my velo

     

     

    plug

    me unique one

    and unity of

    mine

     

     

    violate

    me with your dick

     

     

    hunch

    me my mother

    was also

    hunching

     

     

    bone

    me while

    a glass is falling

    of a table

     

     

    nail

    me while

    warm and

    mild rain

    is falling

    on us

     

     

    jug

    me in the dust

    of hot

    summers

     

     

    notch

    me and cosmos

    feels good

     

     

    mount

    me so that your

    mother is filled

    with grace

     

     

    drill

    me in the sanctity

    of every moment

    which I live in

    this land of

    tears

     

     

    ride

    me over the rims

    of my butt cheeks

    have a feast

     

     

    scrog

    me with cribs

    full of

    corn

     

     

    get

    into me

    like into a

    word

     

     

    doink

    me my

    most salutary

    doink

     

     

    lick

    me being rose-like

     

     

    surf

    me like a

    mild

    wind

     

     

    deify

    me god

    of deification and

    fucking

    today I swam down the Danube from Belegis to Stari Banovci. I was in the water for three hours and twenty minutes

     


     

    4TH BOWING TO SEX – CONCURRENCE AND DOMINATIONS

    3147. day
    13th August 2013

     

    conscious sex is concurrence

     

    unconscious sex is domination

     

    concurrence is transformed into uniting

     

    domination ends up in breaking up

     

    concurrences are more and more sexual

     

    dominations are more and more nonsexual

     

    nothing is more wonderful than concurrence

     

    nothing more repulsive than dominations

     

    I’ve experienced concurrence

     

    I cannot stand dominations

     

    being is free

     

    through freedom I’m giving

     

    through freedom I’m surrendering

     

    sex is often a trap for dominations

     

    sex is often misused for molestations

     

    sex is too often used for sexual slavery

     

    sex is also too commercialised and the source of biggest criminal earnings

    all commercials are that

     

    sex of concurrence is very rare

     

    concurrence is the art of sex

     

    concurrence is yearning of both halves for a whole

     

    domination is yearning of one half to rule the other half

     

    concurrence is a gift of a half to turn into the whole

     

    domination is a handicap of a half which cannot experience the whole

     

    concurrence transforms each I into one and only I

     

    domination singles out each I to the point of nothingness

     

    yesterday I bathed in the Danube

     

    today in the lake

     

    I hope I’ll be swimming the in Danube tomorrow

     

    I feel good concurring

     

    concatenating

     

    writing is concurrence

     

    writing with concurrence is sexual

     

    everything concurs with everything because God is everything within everything

     


     

    3RD BOWING TO SEX – GOD SEX MONEYC

    3146. day
    12th August 2013

     

    god

    sex

    money

    art

    of

    miroslav

    mandic

     

     

    god

    sex

    money

    incomparable

    the

    same

    they

    are

     

     

    God boy

     

    sex innocence

     

    money harmlessness

     

    people are yearning for God sex money

     

    people are afraid of God sex money

     

    people make secretive around God sex money

     

    people are selfish because of God sex money

     

    people are ruling others with the help of God sex money

     

    people are projecting their dirt on God sex money

     

    people are mass killing because of God sex money

     

     

    for

    me

    it’s not

    like that

    God sex money

    are the unity of giving and taking

     

     

    trebles of pure goodness

     

    spreading of sophisticated beauty

     

    goodness of pre-confidence

     

    pre-confidence of goodness

     

     

    god

    sex

    money

    walking

    of

    miroslav

    mandic

     

     

    I’m giving myself to God

     

    I’m giving myself to sex

     

    I’m giving myself to money

     

    I’m taking to God

     

    I’m taking to sex

     

    I’m taking to money

     

    I’m giving God

     

    I’m giving sex

     

    I’m giving money

     

    I’m taking God

     

    I’m taking sex

     

    I’m taking money

     

    one is God

    one is sex

    one is money

     

     

    god

    sex

    money

    are

    one

     

     

    god

    sex

    money

    poem

    of

    miroslav

    mandic

     


     

    2ND BOWING TO SEX — SEX IS BANALISED COMMERCIALISED PROHIBITED

    3144. day
    10th August 2013

     

    sex is the most present in this life

     

    a force

     

    unstoppable

    a force which is born from the very life

     

    a force which biological life is made with

     

    causeless cry has broken out of my chests

     

    my eyes are full of tears

     

    I’m howling of God’s beauty

     

    of grace which nourishes all bodies

     

    the matter which is wondering through the Universe

     

    I’m shaking with my hips

     

    universes of love are surrendering to the universes of sex

     

    I’m weaving with my belly

     

    myriad of spermatozoids are dancing with infinite number of ovaries

     

    girls and boys of all kinds are love-kissing each other

     

    life is giving life for life

     

    solemnity of pairing immortalises through death the sanctity of couples

     

    unity of duality is surrendering to the duality of unity

     

    there is nothing more innocent than surrendering

     

    nothing cleaner than sexuality

     

    nothing more abused than sex

     

    banalised

     

    commercialised

     

    tabooed

     

    prohibited

     

    sentenced to death

     

    sex is also a struggle for sex

     

    sex of a rose

     

    sex of a sparrow

     

    sex of a lamb

     

    sex of just born baby

     

    sex of just born sprout or any youngling

     

    I’m quivering with my butt cheeks

     

    innocent sexuality of all beings is touchingly trembling

     


     

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