Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

love-kiss

I love-kiss

I love-kiss You

let’s love-kiss

love-kissed ones

through love-kissing

God

I am an alphabet of God’s language

first letter

first digit

first kiss

first rebellion

first fucking

first face

first punishment

first love suffering

first picture

first miscarriage

first book

first step

first walking

first path

first rose

first Universe

all beings

God

I celebrate You in my body

You are the Miroslav Mandic Museum

the oldest trace is this trace

the horse with which my uncle Ziva Oprin and me were ploughing was called Pathy

travel my pathy-like word

fuck me my rose-like freedom

free pussy is the most expensive pussy

free dick is the only dick

a cat is licking three kittens

I didn’t think to begin like this but I saw them

I wanted to speak just from the mind

but since I started going this way I’ll carry on

that’s what wandering is

it is as it is

without hesitation

and wherever I get

but I’m always here and now

here-everywhere – now-eternity

from now to all nows in all times and all directions

it’s good

let it stay like that

always good and just good

even when it is not good let it be good

even when You are not good to me so that You are good to me

like this airplane that flies over me

this man that is coming towards me I often see on the lake

and it’s same today even though I went three hours later. same as him

we don’t know each other. we don’t say hallo. but I always see the smile

in his eyes when he looks at me

it’s really nice to be on the lake

behind my back I hear the sound of the bicycle which is coming closer

seven workers are sitting on the benches around the table and waiting for

their working hours to finish

let my words be pleasant to Your eyes

let my words be gentile to Your ears

everybody chooses when to die – said Jerotic last night

I hug Your soul with the body of the word

I love-kiss Your spirit with the body of the word

everything is curative

that’s that

dried branch on the road

gentile voices that are spreading

through vibrating

through walking vibes for You

midday of love

from today my mobile phone will ring love to me at noon every day

love for God You and all beings

love in every day

love in each of the 84600 seconds of every day

constant love

God

I’m always talking about You God

I’m always talking through You God

when I accomplish deep understanding with somebody in the end I say or write God

two or three people have recognised that and they immediately answer God

when I don’t understand or I disagree with somebody I also in the end say

or write God so that God would carry our misunderstanding and disagreement

12:00

mobile phone is ringing – bells of love are ringing – love is ringing

so that from today love bells are ringing to every being

hey all beings of mine turn your mobile phones your clocks computers

from today and let the bells of love ring at noon through the Universe

to feed the hungry

to feed all those who are without love

to heal the sick

to bring the money to those who don’t have the money

to resurrect all dead ones – so that Universe feels good

to enlarge the strength of love of all those who love-kiss the love itself

I love to shepherd and garden the other but only those who want and love to receive

when I was thinking before 12 noon of hungry and unfed children

which there is more and more

I remembered Marijana and Sun and their children Luna and Teo

I was thinking what to suggest to Marijana and Sun so that

the love of their family would radiate and feed the unfed children

I found the solution but I thought that it would have burden them and then I decided

I will do something similar for myself

and

I decided to remind myself every noon and love-kiss

with love that is feeding everything and everybody

I immediately turned on my mobile phone to ring every day at noon

that’s how everyday Midday Concert of Love in the Universe has begun

I’m watching the infinite sky and clouds which are constantly cuddling up in it

through changing their shapes... I see your face. I love you I love you I love you! A

I got this message at 12:22 pm from A who didn’t contact me for a long time

cold air smells like sweet smell of cold melons

here they are the bells of love are ringing

the bells of love have found me in a painful conversation with the close person

agreement – God’s poem. disagreements – God’s glory

last night it just started. it just sparkled here and there. just few snowdrops started falling

a mother is beating her little girl but the girl is resisting and laughing. it’s obvious that

she cares more for hiding the humiliation then surrendering to the physical pain

little girl reminded me of beatings that I was getting in my childhood

that struggle with pain and humiliation

Kaja thank You for the beating – through beating You directed me towards God

Kaja God

I’m drinking wine in order to drink up all pains

and transform them into God’s joy

not a moment without God

everything for God

only through God

a sip of God

a byte of God

sometimes I would love if these speakers would blare so much more

sometimes in a blessing I would love to howl

even louder then Allen Ginsberg howled in all his poems

sometimes I would love to be more relaxed then horse’s

dick after ejaculation of any one of the relaxed poets

this is written good exactly the way it is written

although most often I want to be just myself

nothing

God

next year as well I would love if You would buy me a cream cake for Your birthday

if You can’t say to all beings who I am tell them that I’m nothing

all of this that I’m writing is not addressed to You but to You

sometimes You can shit on me – that will be so good for me

since our relationship and the world is such a piece of shit

I remember only the divine in our relationship and don’t remind me of anything else

I remember only the orgasms of our innocent passions and agreements

I only remember excitement with everyday that has fulfilled and joined us

I only remember painful howls through which I killed myself

in order to love-kiss You forever

if You ask me for the rest and our misunderstandings I will say just – God

if You insist that I tell You what I think of the rest and of tolerance

I can just tell You get the fuck out of my sight

Miroslav Mandic fucks everybody’s mother because

Miroslav Mandic is everybody’s mother

Just Love-Kiss Me – I gave You my hand and I told You my name

I Love-Kiss You One and Only – You said Your name and gave me Your hand

I’m nooning

it started to ring

I’m walking

I’m love-kissing

I’m ringing with the bells of love within all beings

I’m still ringing

melody in my mobile phone is gentile. it starts

quietly. it’s coming from the far. quiet lullaby that wakes

today I was surprised by the midday concert of love. even though my phone rang

like it did before I was wondering who is calling me now. I rejoiced somebody’s call

but I couldn’t answer because I was breastfeeding. I saw afterwards that it was love

calling me

this was written in this morning’s e-mail

here the alarm at 12 noon just rang !

I got an e-mail from the third person who is ringing with love

dark is quickly falling

it got dark around my desk

the light from the screen is lighting up my keyboard

as if I was already in the cave

I’m beginning to guard myself with the childhood

I’m continuing to write and guard everybody’s childhood

the childhood of all younglings

love is sex of all beings

I will cook one potato one carrot

one onion and I will add to that one tin of beans

it was lovely when I was peeling off the potato

when I was peeling the skin off the potato was glaring with its juices

the carrot was red and sparkly

onion was white. round. full of water

I love people who are careful towards the water I thought to myself

those who are guarding the air

people who are kissing the light

poets who are making suns of love out of common places

story is telling about the details of common places. novel is making ironical statements about them

poem is reviving the immortality through the common places

it’s darker and darker around my Bud

dark is filling in the room

goodness is glaring in all things

good people are making good things

midday of love love-kisses the love of midnight

right now I’m listening Love Supreme by Alice Coltrane

I’ll look up tomorrow on the internet who is Alice to John Coltrane

don’t turn on the light while I’m writing

don’t turn off the light while I’m kissing You

morbid things are just unspoken love and un-cried sorrow

midday bells have rang while I was taking the photo of my face

they took me by surprise

rejoiced me

made me smile

the ringtone is so nice that I never turn it off

I turn it off only when it starts ringing again ten minutes later

it’s cold. it’s raining

they say that everywhere in Europe is snowing

I’m so alone. there is nobody for me

there is no either Nobody or Somebody

Nobody and Somebody are probably visiting somebody or are with somebody

if I am so alone I’m taking the opportunity to love-kiss deeply

this curve on the uphill of Visoka street

it’s cloudy

at shoemaker’s Srki the lights are on

everything is wonderful after all

it’s wonderful that I’m walking

in some moments rain looks like wet snow

but first snow is not yet here

my stomach hurts a bit last two or three days

I will rejoice when the first snow starts falling

another kilometre to the Nest

legs are walking by themselves

it’s warm in the room

nor warm not me are not alone anymore

it’s raining and the gutter underneath my window gurgles like a stream

I would love to inform all the people that every noon bells of love are ringing

for all beings. I don’t know how to do that. therefore I will just ring and love-kiss

sometimes I’d love if all those I’ve met in my life would be sitting at the same table

so that I can look at them. enjoy in them. so that I could get up and say

I’m happy because you are here and I’m sad because you went out of my life

I love-kiss all those who are tilling the soil and sowing the most noble kind of love

a woman who begged me today to give her ten dinars and who told me I’m absolutely freezing

love of all beings to every being

only those who don’t have the family live in one and only family

only those who have their love taken live one and only love

only those to whom God is forbidden live in one God

bells are ringing

step by step

bell by bell

I heard

a dog lifted up his head and he’s howling while barking

workers are planting new trees on Ada

wind is very strong

I buckled up my hood tightly to save me from the wind

at certain moment I bend to the right and leaned on the wind

two more people have told me that the bells of love are ringing to them as well

love-kissing

I heard her voice

path of love is the path from innocence to love

rose of love is the rose from love to innocence

I heard her voice after forty seven years

joy

tranquillity

peace

sameness

everything I’m watching is even more beautiful

everything I see is love

I slowed down

half an hour ago I decided I’ll make a call when the midday bells are over

bells have rang

and

when the midday bells were over

I made a call

I was nervous

it was like forty seven years ago

she smiled few times

that made me feel so nice

in the end I told her you made me happy

she smiled again

while I’m walking down Kirovljeva street the bells are ringing

from my jacket’s upper pocket

they surprised me and carried off

church bells from across the street also started to ring

I’m thinking of seven people to whom midday bells are also ringing

I’m in the Nest

alone

word

narrow

is

the path

of a being

I’m listening to the music

music

music

doesn’t

deceive

it surrenders

to

me

I’m opening up

to

it

narrow is the path of agreeing

I’m not stopping

being of all beings

is awaiting

for me

alone

exposed

I’m singing

for

everything

God

I started to cry

that’s good

I’ll feel better

just if it would last

if it would flow

just flow and flow

so that everything flows away

I didn’t have what to write about anyways

crying cures

I stopped crying

I didn’t cry enough

Hank Williams is beginning to sing – I’m beginning to cry again

he died when he was twenty nine

singer

rocks by the road

highways of singing

John Lee Hooker is singing

teas are the sperm of immortality

immortality is God

I never talk about immortality without God

immortality doesn’t exist without God

God is God

best way to write about crying is to cry

best

way

to

write

about

singing

is

to

sing

guard me my fucking

God – my road male singer

God – my tavern female singer

God – language started talking through love-kissing

I never told You how much I love You because it was the way

to love You more and more. to constantly resurrect You through love

I never cried while being within You and I so much should have cried

for hours days years millenniums – to cry myself out within You like a child

I’m

a

child

I

fuck

and

cry

I

fuck

cry

dance

sing

make-God-like

God

happy sixty first birthday Miroslav

they are ringing – I’m smiling

nothing is forever – sais one of three women whom I was passing by on the lake

I agree – nothing is forever – everything is forever

in last two months I parted with two persons

who were closest to me in last two-three years

pain God

now I’m completely alone

alone everything

Universe

You

God

I

love

You

poem

I

I parted in order to save the love

I parted because I’m a child and I don’t stand lie

I don’t stand betrayal of the light that sparkled in the relationship

after the breakup I feel ashamed

through shame I guard the light of the person whom I parted with

in the relationship in which I was everything now I’m nothing

that’s how everything guards me

who wants to love-kiss me is already immortal

who wants to compete with me shouldn’t even try that because they already beat me

and You the one who betrayed me rejoice because

it is the glory of the one who is not betraying me

betraying is passion which kills sex

banality of betrayal

I took the photo of high boots which I wore eight-nine years

they are from waterproof material

Vera Varady bought them form me

they were loyal until they were finished off during my Saturday walk

mighty sole has fell apart. I thing that repairman Srki couldn’t fix them

I don’t know if I should throw them away or keep them

best thing would be if I would sell them for 33 times bigger price then the one

I paid for them even though I think they are worth at least 333 times more

and in the art scene their value couldn’t go below 3333 times more

I love-kiss those who are written off because they are suffering for everybody else

for everyone who is written off I rise up the price of my written off shoes for 33333 times more than the buying price

in life there is only You

in spirit only I

I in life is nothingness

You in spirit is stupidity

explanations are immoral

when I came back from the walking I heard the news that Julian Assange is arrested

brave ones are on Julian Assange’s side

clever ones are on Julian Assange’s side

honest ones are on Julian Assange’s side

unselfish ones are on Julian Assange’s side

future is on Julian Assange’s side

the name of this time is Julian Assange

by arresting Julian Assange this civilisation is dead

I know little about Julian Assange but it is clear that he is the path

I know everything about Julian Assange through who is accusing and arresting him

at this moment some kids which are born are named Julian Assange

birds are spreading the truth about Julian Assange

freedom responds to the name Julian Assange

animals are preparing themselves to defend Julian Assange

joyful ones are tattooing Julian Assange on their skin

everyone who is alone is Julian Assange

I’m imagining a lot of young people who are doing a lot

for this thing which is called Julian Assange

those young people are conscience as well as leadership of this world

ten year olds are rescuing the world from the corruption of grown ups

money is a child

all money are all beings

banks are the property of teenagers

autopoiesis of existing energy is within hearts of young people

goodness and beauty are in hands of young people

thank You Julian Assange for giving Your name for this decisive struggle

this struggle for good and beautiful is real because it is

the same with all struggles from the beginning of time

those who are singing and weak ones against false ones and those who are too strong

thank You my Julian Assange – You are my sweetest Peace Pilgrimage

my jester I love-kiss You

poem

of

mine

don’t

be

afraid

don’t worry about me

Miroslav Mandic is Julian Assange

I am Julian Assange

like few days ago seagulls now fifteen grebes

are on the fence including You and me

warm rain is silently falling

I approached the lake to watch it falling

why are the rain circles so beautiful

some are bigger some smaller

they look like flickers

water kisses with water

I climbed up to the path. rain can be heard here. it falls over the dry leaves

through the sounds of rain I hear how grass is growing

grebe is spinning in the water with the fish in its beak

a little while ago I saw a man writing something on the

cut down tree trunks. now I see that murder was written

on this tree trunk it’s written crimes! murder

I love people who are sympathetic with other beings and who are fighting for them

that won’t go through. there is no God – says a girl to the

older woman while nervously opening and closing the umbrella

seagull is flying over the water with the little fish in its beak

I close my eyes and lift my head. rain drops are pricking my face

first year of the first time second ten year walking is coming to an end

I am the face of walking

I walk with the face – I walk the face

face to face

a woman came out of the café and stretched out her hand to see if it’s raining

I also love walking because of its graduality

all steps make walking but not a single one can be omitted

walking unites space and time

space of walking pleases time of walking and vice versa

through walking I begun to love both space and time

walking connects Earth and Universe because one

leg is constantly on the ground and the other is in the air

over the soil through the air

I love-kiss with face

I’m gonna go just in case. I’m going to pay the bills – says older gentleman to

the lady and the gentleman who he was strolling with while going to the public toilet

walk over my face

my nose

who surrenders to the other is love forever and love-kisses forever

gentlemanly

today I will tattoo the picture of the Universe on my left temple

on the left side of my neck I will tattoo the word bud

that will be twenty third and twenty fourth tattoo on my body

I took the photo of the left side of my face on which there still was no Universe or Bud

when I come back from the lake I will shave myself and prepare for the tattooing

Universe is the biggest being

biggest being that fits into the heart of every being

being of all beings

tranquillity of all beings

Universe all-being

the bells of love are ringing – there is grace in my heart

the bud on my neck is the creation of the Bud of All Beings

Bud is the total work of Miroslav Mandic and

each individual work of Miroslav Mandic Art

the bud of minerals

the bud of plants

the bud of animals

the bud of the spirits of nature

the bud of people

the bud of the higher intelligence

God

when I climbed the hill strong and cold wind started to blow

everything stirred up. I only managed to get to my stationary shop to buy

plastic foils. for the first time I met there man and wife who are both owners

and sellers. I told them they are wonderful and kind and that they look alike in spirit

enjoy in each other – I said to them in the end

I got out of the Damir’s studio. cold rain is falling

temperature also dropped for ten degrees

from now on my temple had nested the Universe

blue dots are the sanctuary of the Universe

Bud started budding on my neck

when Damir started tattooing the Universe on me. my twenty

third tattoo I saw that he has tattooed number 23 on his arm

twenty three is my number – said Damir

tattoo on my temple was hurting a bit. I almost didn’t feel anything on the neck

it’s such a joy to write on your own body

I am a body of a word

I hope that from now on Universe will fell easier and better and that it won’t be alone

I hope that from now on all beings will have the refuge in the Bud on my neck

I hope that these two tattoos are dear to God as well

I took the photo of the left side of my face with

tattoos that are still covered with ointment and nylon

let’s enjoy in each other

dedicated to all free shelters for the rejected ones

I am a bud of my lips on your neck Miroslav

first cold day

for the first time this year I saw the ice

everything was prickling from the clearness on the lake

sky was blue

water in the lake was blue

I was walking easily

as usually

I was thinking about writing

about how most exciting for me is writing down the word itself

any word

every word

appropriate one

inappropriate

sexy

swearword

swearwords are my conscience

every word is God

I am the one who swears

a wife to the unnoticed male

a husband to the rejected female

beauty of the unnoticed ones – Godly goodness in all things

goodness of the rejected ones – Godly beauty in all beings

at one moment I was walking after the dry little leaf that wind was carrying

where are You now – my little dry leaf

I love-kiss you locked up ones

I love-kiss you disdained ones

I love-kiss you mudlarks

I love-kiss everyone who takes the frozen ones into their body

I love-kiss desperate ones

hungry ones

I love-kiss the woman who is receiving a large amount

of sperm of many men on her face with a smile

I love-kiss water as water

I love-kiss water as clouds

I love-kiss water as rain

I love-kiss water as ice

I love-kiss water as snow

I love-kiss every being who is suffering through the fight for the rights of all beings

dedicated to Liu Xiaobo

freedom

I’m walking

writing

singing

freedom of all beings for the art of freedom of every being

freedom of every being for the poem of freedom of all beings

I love Your butt cheeks

beauty butt fuck me with your goodness

praying and thanking

dancing and singing

doing and being

creating and singing

pairs of love

friendly numbers

look

through healing steps

just

how

beautiful

every

word

is

with butt cheeks

through butt fucking

butt cheeks are body’s face cheeks

eyes are cheeks of the soul

soles and palms are cheeks of the spirit

bend over for me my loyal one

butt fuck us health

watch me innocent one

love-kiss us love

I’m supply footslogging You supple one

caress us with Your palms God

especially now I would

snowflakes are flying like meteorites

that’s how life flies

disperses

disappears

like a snowflake

life snowflake

guard me within Your heart

last night fatty tissue on my back started suddenly to hurt

I was so weak. so I am now as well. exposed and unprotected

what is left for me to do is to thank to the pain

to encourage myself after cowardice

to project myself again after being spiritless

being worthy of the body of every being

loyal to everybody’s soul

without conquering

without seduction

constantly loyal to the unexplainable

to the beauty that surrenders to goodness

to the goodness that makes surrendering god-like

there is less and less people on the lake and more and more dogs

they are hungry

exhausted by coldness

crows are nesting in the tree tops even before the dusk

seagulls and grebes are not getting into the water

I was praying for health

curing myself with the most remote and the closest

the most remote is equally far as the closest is close

outside is the same as the inside

I experienced this while I was praying and walking

I’m still thinking of a little cat that curled up in the middle of the road

I remembered last night’s spider that I saw in the bathroom

he made me happy while walking quickly away next to the bath

with the philosophy of the spider and the religion of the little cat

we are

dry snow is falling

young geometer is checking the height datum

on a little bridge across the Topcider creek

I’m warming up my nose with my gloves

I’m going downtown to give money for the Nest

I love imagining snow falling over the open sea

I leaned the mobile phone to my ear. it’s snowing. wind is whistling

bells of love are ringing

I love to imagine a man on the road

man on the road is a call of unification and harmony

man on the road is a lullaby to God

I love everything that is the way it is

without beautifying and acting

without fear and domination

like a hill

like a snow dust whirled by the snow

like a beautiful poor boy who is carrying bread in a plastic bag

I didn’t find the notebook but I bought Alan Turing’s biography

I slipped over the ice with my left leg

Vesna and me were drinking coffee and we talked for an hour

I enjoy agreeing permeating and identifying with somebody

I didn’t speak to anybody for few days

now these seven kilometres that are in front of me make me feel good

walking. silence. flow

I was thinking of something and at one point I felt how

my arms are swinging next to my body while I was walking

grass blades are trembling on the wind

tram driver rang to me because I was too much engaged

in watching the birds high in the sky

it got dark and gray and everything became even more exciting

while I’m walking cold wind is blowing in my face and I feel

that I’m somebody when I’m nobody

that I’m something when I’m nothing

legs are walking. arms are swinging. I’m happy

I felt nice and I missed the road

through any road one can be on the right road

through any road one can make a turn to the wrong road

it’s got dark. little sisters are shining. my snowflakes