Bog 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

    298244

    bud

    WITH LASER

    1873. day
    16th February 2010

    goodbye cactus

    I said to cactus while leaving the Nest

     

    now three hours of walking for 33 blessings

    it was 3 hours15 minutes and 13.47 km

     

    actually because everything depends only on me I know that nothing depends on me

     

    actually because nothing depends on me everything depends only on me

     

    yesterday lemon was agreeing with me a lot

     

    now everyday sowing of the money

     

    it is a little white envelope on which is written

    a bud to you

    if you find it somewhere and open it you find 50 dinars in it and text

    to unknown person

    health

    happiness

    love

    and

    bud of new money

    from unknown person

     

    it’s a bit warmer so I don’t have a scarf over my nose and mouth

    but from time to time I blow warm air through the nose to keep it warm

     

    I’m walking – I’m not travelling – everything within me is travelling

     

    yesterday Ivana translated the title Heel Fairytale...

    as if it is was fifth fairytale and I meant heel fairytale

    (“fifth” and “heel” in Serbian is the same: “peta”, comment by Ivana)

     

    few days ago Ivana translated that Miroslav Mandic book

    is fairytale for everybody and I wrote that it is for all beings

    I wink at Ivana

     

    I’m in middle. I’m going back. downhill. so far it was

    uphill so I was sweating a lot and worrying too much only about the walking

     

    it’s a bit easier to walk downhill

     

    everything is friend and friendship

     

    everything doesn’t know the enemy and hostility

     

    everything is constant creation of everything

     

    everything is constant kissing of everything

     

    of tails and wings

     

    of flappers and winds

     

    of books and meadows

     

    of lasers and streams

     

    of trout and mature water

     

    three magpies in the branches

     

    I bow down to everyone who doesn’t have enemies

     

    I wink at the shells

     

    always when I wink I feel how I’m also winked at

     

    in some places where the snow wasn’t cleaned

    one walks like walking over little children’s mountains

     

    uphill to the Cvetko’s market. sweating again

     

    slowly for the health of my lungs

     

    from Cvetko a slight downhill slope. collecting and gathering

     

    three hours of walking. not a lot. not a little. it’s eternal

     

    I am Your glory

     

    hallo cactus thank You for waiting for me

    I said to cactus as soon as I got into the Nest

     

    HUGGER-SINGER

    1874. day
    17th February 2010

    little is so little exactly as much as big is big

     

    incomprehensible

     

    the biggest is yearning for the smallest

     

    the smallest is yearning for the biggest

     

    everything that is is constant wedding of the biggest and smallest

     

    one step for the biggest one step for the smallest

     

    biggest wouldn’t exist without the smallest

     

    nowhere the biggest isn’t feeling so good like in the biggest

     

    I’m gently holding my hand on Your belly

     

    I write with love – I write to love

     

    art of the chestnut

     

    it’s getting warmer – sparrows are flying again

     

    I wink at the flees

     

    I winked at the flees because I’m thinking all the time about the sense

     

    just now I felt the sense of today’s walking

     

    I’m walking so as to hug the Universe

     

    shall we go there to cheat the people

    one young boy says to another near Vuk monument

     

    Universe couldn’t exist if nobody was hugging it

     

    infinity of existence

     

    genesis is the only happening

     

    within the genesis everybody has its own place

     

    everybody exists only through genesis

     

    I hug everybody who hugs

     

    good throat sings beautifully

     

    when body hair stands up from the joy the world is always saved

     

    I’m still holding my hand on Your belly

     

    everything I am doing is cosmic work

     

    street works in the Universe

     

    under the light of the public of all beings

     

    EPOS

    1875. day
    18th February 2010

    beggars are the spout and delta of goodness

     

    while I’m walking I lift myself a bit with my foot

    of the right leg and that’s enough for the eternal art

     

    I wink at Ignacy Witkiewicz

    dedicated to Vera Varady’s Czeslaw Milosz

     

    I finished reading of Mahabharata. I don’t want to

    hurt anybody but world of warriors and wars is not my world

     

    all big epics that are talking about war and war waging are not mine

     

    I live on new not yet written epics

     

    on epos about patient observation

     

    epos about lofty non- action

     

    epos about not opposing the evil

     

    epos about a horse who is contemplating over man

     

    epos about glorious bacteria and viruses

     

    epos about grass and hay

     

    epos about the centre that is everywhere and periphery that is nowhere

     

    epos about love for every particle

     

    epos about big singing of small songs

     

    epos about the Bud of All Beings

     

    epos about a child which is resurrecting all creatures

     

    epos about the eyes of this woman who is crossing the pedestrian crossing

     

    epos not about the theory of everything but about love for everything

     

    epos about anonymous forces of love

     

    Jelena Besir and I had coffee at the half way point

    of her 2/33 Walking for the Bud of All Beings

     

    epos of loneliness

     

    epos of the rain – warm rain is starting

     

    epos of thinking

     

    epos ball

     

    eposgame

     

    epos of care-freeness

     

    epos of groundless heroism and heroism of groundlessness

     

    epos of the root and fruit of words

     

    epos about the best one – poem is telling the best one

    unlike the ancient epics that are telling about the best ones

     

    biggest epos ever written – epos about anything

     

    I-epos

     

    by epos-ohm

    by

    ohm

    p

    o

    e

    m

     

     

    WINKER

    1876. day
    19th February 2010

    it’s so beautiful that I’m walking slowly from the beginning

     

    heavenly. harmless. innocent

     

    I also took off my sweat-shirt I’m just in my shirt

     

    near the main Post Office I think of snowdrops

     

    the wind is getting stronger. it’s colder. I feel cold for a while

     

    just to say sorry for slagging you at the writer’s forum

    approached me and told… who I haven’t seen for twenty years

     

    I can only imagine how people some people are slagging me

     

    to be slagged is good for calming down

     

    I’m holding my palm around my throat. all my attention is going towards

    keeping myself from coldness

     

    when I got going I thought how good it was that I put on such a light clothes

    now I’m thinking quite the opposite that it’s not so good I put on such light clothes

     

    I was hoping that on the Bulevard’s uphill I’ll come across a leeward spot

    but I didn’t

     

    my palm around my neck and just as soon as possible to get to the Nest

     

    I’m thinking about a lot of situations in which beings are hiding

    themselves in shelters

     

    under the eaves running away from the rain

     

    into the leeward spot from wind

     

    into the warm to keep away from the cold

     

    coming into the nest

     

    crawling into the pits and holes

     

    entering the cities

     

    getting to the wood

     

    running away into the basements from bombs

     

    running away from tyranny all the way until they reach free territory

     

    if I’m already freezing and worrying may at least the blessings stay

     

    if I’m already slagged off may there at least be blessings about slagging

     

    if I was better dressed it would have been a different tune

    but instead it’s this blown through one

     

    older gentleman with his hand on his back is peacefully whistling

     

    I drank a warm tee

     

    I had a warm shower

     

    I drank lemonade

     

    I already changed the sweaty undershirt

     

    I’m drinking a bit of brandy

     

    I wink at the one who has slagged me on the writer’s forum

     

    I wink at winking

     

     

    LUMBERJACK OF LOVE

    1877. day
    20th February 2010

    I will be drawing little circles for every plane tree on the Boulevard in Belgrade

     

    it’s been said that they are eighty to ninety years old but soon in spite of their

    beauty and incredible importance for life and culture of Belgrade they will be

    cold-bloodedly cut down

     

    by the circle-wholeness I will heal me-You and all beings from helplessness

    because I can’t prevent evils that are constantly happening in the world

    who is – what kind of a being – is developing financing and producing

    weapons that are used for killing

     

    it’s starting to rain slightly. will I manage to draw all the little circles

     

    people are terribly cruel – unsurpassed killers

     

    but good deeds of rare beings are surpassing evil doings of people

     

    as I pass the plane tree I draw a little circle

     

    I drew all plane trees from Cvetko’s Market to the main Post Office

     

    I’m getting a cramp in my left hand in which I was holding a pad and crayons

     

    I continued to Kalemegdan in order to cover today’s mileage

     

    I’m starting to draw little circles for every plane tree

    across the road from the main Post Office to the Cvetko’s Market

     

    I finished – all the plane trees are now alive forever

    although man will soon commit the slaughter

     

    slaughter-man

     

    slaughter-man transform yourself into the healer

     

    man – don’t take the life of the other beings

     

    man – clean your evils and sins in the oceans of tears of other beings

     

    man – may Your chest tremble with love cry for all beings

     

    man – you can’t live or survive if you kill any other being

     

    man – have you ever seen the beauty of the green moss on the trees

     

    man – have you ever seen an apple on the tree branches

     

    man – have you ever been saved from coldness by a tree

     

    man – have you ever found better method of thinking than the

    picture of tree

     

    man – give birth to the nursery plants

     

    man – quiet down within trees

     

    man – find your survival in the lungs of trees

     

    man – you are just a servant to the dignity of trees

     

    man – trees are the blue roses in the universe

     

    man

    personal religion is the religion solely of God

    God alone

    God of all beings

    all big religions are just private religions

     

    man

    conscience is knowledge

    knowledge itself

    knowledge of all beings

    all big universities are just the interest of private knowledge

     

    man

    giving your life to the other is the only economy

    profit itself

    harmony of all beings

    all big corporations and banks are just death and sorrow of private ownership

     

    man

    Your beauty is the beauty of God

    beauty itself

    beauty of all beings

    all big fashions in everything and also in art are just private and old fashioned

     

    only-I-you

    lumberjack

    healer

    calmer

    waiter

     

    FIRST 33 BOW-DOWNS

    1879. day
    22nd February 2010

    I bow down to Your face

     

    I bow down to the grass which is swaying in the snow

     

    I bow down to the nostrils and pine needles

     

    I bow down to the bow-downs of all pilgrims

     

    I bow down to the openness

     

    I bow down to the walk while walking

     

    bow down is freedom with which free people are kissing the un-free

     

    I bow down to all hugs

     

    I bow down because I enjoy bowing down

     

    I bow down to flowers that smell nice

     

    I bow down to the road that leads everyone to everybody

     

    I bow down to the easiness of bowing down

     

    I bow down to the hand on the chest

     

    I bow down to the lips on the groin

     

    wow how bowing down is healing

     

    everything gathers in the bow-down

     

    I stop anywhere and I just bow down – I call that wise

     

    I bow down to the seriousness of bowing down

     

    I bow down to the tenderness of bowing down

     

    I bow down to the particle that is trotting through

    the heart of the Universe for millions of years

     

    I bow down to the dog in the city in which there is not even a mad dog

     

    I bow down to the fingers of my hands that folded up in the prayer for prayer

     

    I bow down to the heart that is kissing the lonely hearts

     

    I bow down to the heroism of those who have

    endured the pain of love and not hurting anybody

     

    I bow down to everyone who brings peace to somebody else

     

    I bow down to the mystery of the soil

     

    I bow down to the holy scriptures that are talking about the one and about simplicity

     

    I bow down to the yearning that is giving You birth within me

     

    I bow down to the warm and dry long legged boots on my legs

    thanks to Vesna Milovic who gave them to me couple of years ago

     

    I bow down to the inexhaustibility of repeating the unrepeatable

     

    only repeating is singing the unrepeatable and that’s why I bow down again

     

    I bow down to the bud of Your belly button

     

    I bow down to the bud of Your heart

     

    GODLY LOYALTY PERMEATES ME

    1880. day
    23rd February 2010

    a battle of all beings for all beings has started

     

    I kiss my mortality – it is an eternal immortality

     

    rose of blaze

     

    blazing rose

     

    if I’d known in my youth that I will be so alone

    in my life I probably wouldn’t dared to go this way

     

    that way I neither wanted nor I cloud have went

     

    if I didn’t go this way I would have barely existed or I would have killed myself

     

    thank God I went this way

     

    I am alone so as to really be with somebody

     

    I am alone so as to really be with everybody

     

    I am alone because all beings are alone

     

    only when a being is alone a being is with all beings

     

    alone is everything

     

    why don’t you learn how to make medicinal tinctures

     

    I’m walking the planet – I’m circling in the heart of all beings

     

    ocean of loneliness – ocean of permeating

     

    kings are disgusting – presidents are boring

    said the king of all kings to the president of all presidents

     

    kings are killers – presidents are mass killers

    said the king of a king to the president of a president

     

    by walking loneliness turns into the bud

     

    by walking and writing loneliness turns into the Bud of All Beings

     

    oh how this yellow butterfly rejoiced me

     

    one can’t know everything but one can love everything

     

    knowing is lesser than loving

     

    I am precedes everything and creates everything

     

    I couldn’t bare the loneliness if I didn’t see the yellow butterfly

     

    I couldn’t bare the loneliness if I don’t feel all beings

     

    I couldn’t bare the loneliness if I don’t live for You even though

    You are not around

     

    I couldn’t bare the loneliness if there weren’t those

    who are alone and who bared it and are enlarging love of all beings

     

    mother instinct of alone ones is the instinct for all beings

    and not for the one’s own beings

     

    alone ones are not at war – they don’t steal nor kill

     

    alone ones don’t write history – alone ones are dancing and singing

     

    loneliness is disappearing with merging of the couple or togetherness of all beings

     

    merging of two people lasts briefly and togetherness of all beings doesn’t exist yet

     

     

    57TH TIME 33 DAYS

    1881. day
    24th February 2010

    there are twenty three million people in this world who live like sex slaves

     

    warm and sunny day. I’ve been thinking for already an hour about violence

    and evil that are done to sex slaves. I thought of this and that and in the

    moment when I asked myself what could I do now for them I caught

    the sight of this tree and I felt that’s that what I should have done

     

    to look at and take the photo of the tree that is saving white slaves

     

    actually because there is nothing cleaner more noble and innocent

    in this world than sex – sex is abused the most

     

    seventy percent of biological life is based on sex

    seventy percent of business comes from sex

     

    birth – sex – death

     

    I threw a ball into the air 33 times so as there was no abuse of birth sex and death

    in order to turn seventy percent of business that comes from sex into the life for all beings

     

    birth gives birth to illusions as well

     

    sex is being manipulated and traded with

     

    death is being threatened with as well as it’s been used for making life senseless

     

    the smell of the grass agrees with me – it liberates me from feeling guilty

    for 23 million people who are now molested through sexual violence

     

    that girl who is running really slow has reminded me of the art of slow running

     

    yesterday and today I have been collecting little stones for the cactus

     

    I’m getting old

     

    every day I notice how I’m getting old

     

    getting old is unknown to me

     

    it is unknown to me as any period of life was unknown

     

    it is unknown to me like life after death is unknown

     

    will I go around the Planet in ten years

     

    will I be creating Bud of All Beings every day

     

    will I be the Art of Miroslav Mandic every moment

     

    I skip for the success of all beings

     

    I skip for Your success

     

    I skip for success of the Eternal Art of Miroslav Mandic

     

    since I have sixty years of experience in unknown

    it would be good to use it for getting old as well

    and to create while getting old what can

    only be sung while getting old

     

    the art of getting old is creating immortality

     

    just

    art

     

    just

    poem

     

    I have to admit that I couldn’t grasp from the site what are you doing now

    a friend who I met by chance in the end of today’s walking told me

     

    will you catch it

    I asked eight year old boy and threw him the ball

     

    he caught it with smile. my hero and first

    unknown person in the Bud who I threw the ball to

     

    today is 1881st day of Miroslav Mandic book and pedometer

    showed me that I have walked 18881 step today

     

    hey beauty of numbers – goodness of unknown – hey boy hero – one and only love – we are one

     

     

    I’M GOING TOWARDS YELLOW

    1882. day
    25th February 2010

    the moment I started to go I was filled with joy from big boots

     

    I’m going to see the yellow colour that I saw by chance yesterday

     

    is it somebody’s art work or was the railroad house painted in it just like that

     

    I’m going to see that yellow since it seemed to me

    as the most important thing that can be done today in this world

     

    most important since it is unimportant

     

    unimportance is important because it’s not corrupted

     

    everything that is important is invalid because it’s corrupted

     

    science will be celebrated only when it starts being engaged in the unimportant

     

    towards yellow

     

    maybe it is some important art work but I don’t know that

     

    for me that yellow is a great art work

     

    whenever something is expensive it is corrupted and

    therefore it can’t be a great art work no matter how much

    the corrupted ones have been declaring it as such

     

    I’m taking one metre long steps in order that none of my

    thoughts would be judgement or condemnation but free thought

     

    when I say that there is much more music in yellow of

    the railroad house than in the city philharmonics I didn’t say anything

    bad about the philharmonics but I said good about the yellow

     

    when I say that everything important is corrupted and unimportant

    uncorrupted I’m not accusing important but celebrate unimportant

     

    I create eternal art for all beings and that means also

    for philharmonics and science and corrupted beings

     

    11:10am

    two more kilometres to the yellow

     

    yellow is only half way up. the upper half is some gray-white colour

     

    yellow is spattered from the cars that are passing by

    and that’s how it’s even more beautiful that yellow

     

    I forgot about everything and I just walked – that was in glory of yellow

     

    Bud of All Beings is the struggle of all beings for all beings

     

    I believe that human beings as well are living for

    all beings and that’s why I believe that human beings have

    the need to free themselves from human restraints and society

     

    Bud of All Beings is setting free human beings from human

    society that enslaves them so as they would enslave other beings

     

    freedom is love for all beings and not only for some beings

     

    love for all beings is not destroying but just kisses all beings

     

    I’m on Sava. spring waters are carrying everything in front of it

     

    I’m going to see the yellow and tomorrow I will come to see

    this grass mixed with moss

     

    river say to everybody that I’m going to see the yellow colour on the railroad house

    I said quietly to river Sava

     

    I lifted up three little stones the size of a thumb

    nail. richness – from today I will be gathering stones

     

    I’m heading to see the yellow and I’m immensely enjoying this rain by the river

     

    here it is – here I am. yellow is yellowing and confirming itself

    even in this greyness of the rain

    6.96 km to the yellow. I made 36 photos of the yellow

     

    in the end one man approached me and drove me away because I’m not

    allowed to take photos of yellow. I told him thank you and he told me

    thank you is worth nothing

     

    cactus – happiness of all beings

    I said to cactus when I got into the Nest

     

     

    THE SUN IS SHINING – I’M FILLED WITH MOSS

    1883. day
    26th February 2010

    today I’ll go to see the grass mixed with moss

     

    it’s on the docks

     

    grown around some metal bar

     

    I haven’t even drank one sip of coffee and I’m already thinking of the grass and moss

     

    walking towards the sun

     

    it’s bitter. strong and gentle. first sip. of nescafe

     

    I’m finishing the drawing of the Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings

     

    sun is shining

     

    while I was drawing little circles on the drawing I was thinking with excitement

    about the sentence sun is shining

     

    it’s raining. wind is blowing. it’s snowing. sun is shining

     

    what is shining and how the sun shines

     

    sun is shining

     

    wow how sun is shining is nicely said sentence

     

    I’m watching the day through the window

     

    it shines

     

    light is still young and it smells of morning

     

    sun is shining hey

     

    life shines

     

    God shines

     

    I shines

    I shines in the word sh-I-nes

     

    shines the word shines

     

    by shining of the sun every word shines

     

    shining sowing

    (in Serbian very similar: “sijanje” “sejanje”)

     

    ing – God’s light

     

    light is the body of all beings

     

    light is the food and love of all beings

     

    light is home – homeland of all beings

     

    light – road that I will take to the grass and moss

     

    they are cutting the plane trees

     

    when a feeling of pleasure permeates me

    that’s some good being somewhere caresses all beings

     

    here are first snowdrops on the street. a lot of hearts

    trembles when first snowdrops appear in town

     

    may God give you to always have and always give

    an old woman told me in Svetogorska street

     

    I’m caressing grass and moss

     

     

    WITH HEART

    1884. day
    27th February 2010

    if there was no God I wouldn’t be a poet

     

    fawn

     

    doe

     

    countless sexes of the one and only love

     

    countless loves of the one and only sex

     

    everything lives just from Your love

     

    your

    breath

    my

    breath

    one

    breath

     

    I am a body of all metaphors

     

    who dares doesn’t judge

     

    melancholy of birth giving gives birth to the eternal melancholy

     

    joy of the creation creates the eternal joy

     

    nonviolence is the one and only love

     

    I’m outside – I sing through God – air

     

    I am peace of all beings in my heart

     

    it’s raining – sun is not shining – sun is shining

     

    the best one is fighting on the side of the winners just until they win

     

    the best ones are on the side of the winners after the win

     

    the best one liberates people from tyranny and criminal of the best ones

    dedicated to Vladimir Macura

     

    cut plane trees – horrible sight – apocalypse

     

    everyone who feels every moment that many beings

    are experiencing apocalypse will save all beings from apocalypse

     

    little sister – joyful tears

     

    the best one is admiring the best one

    for best ones it goes without saying that others admire them

     

    only the lone one kisses everything

     

    if couple don’t transform into one they kiss just halves

     

    through thinking everything – everything is and sings

    through thinking everything – everything thinks and kisses me

    through thinking everything – I’m kissing the thought that thinks everything

     

    this is the blessing in which like in every poem one can take out word by word

    until you come to your word from which you will live with all beings

    always and forever

     

    love love love I cheer You

    I spoke out while I was drawing Good Walker

     

    I’m going back through the Boulevard. again deterrent sounds of a saw and

    horrible sights of massacre

     

    in my heart I’m sawing the seed of all beings

    in my mind I’m sawing the seed of not yet created beings

     

    only

    from

    nothing

    everything

     

    by

    the

    same

    poem

    first

    time

     

    by

    the

    same

    poem

    again

     

    by

    the

    same

    poem

    god

     

    if I wasn’t a poet I wouldn’t have been God

     

     

    I’M KISSING YOU SUNDAY’S LONELINESS – COSMIC LONELINESS

    1886. day
    1st March 2010

    I’M KISSING YOU SUNDAY’S LONELINESS – COSMIC LONELINESS

     

    definitely – let’s definitely

     

    I definitely need a bit louder speakers I thought yesterday

     

    I would definitely like to draw on the screen

     

    I would definitely like you to come over

     

    pornography is definitely body of platonic love

     

    sex is definitely homeland of eternity

     

    body definitely feeds the soul

     

    soul definitely feeds the spirit

     

    spirit is definitely God of small things

     

    it’s definitely nice walking on grass

     

    it’s definitely nice to hear the voice that is calling me

     

    statistic is definitely a gentile friend

     

    on a big woman’s forehead is definitely laying the foundation of the future church

     

    through the beauty of Goddess God has definitely been creating snow

     

    Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings is definitely

    most tasty lunch from time immemorial to eradicating of hunger of all beings

     

    Milica is definitely a girl that gives birth to all beings

     

    joy is definitely noble

     

    I-go is definitely an I-dea

     

    the fact that there is nobody around is definitely Your presence and Your glory

     

    Bud of the New Money is definitely an answer

     

    scarf is definitely caressing a neck and not strangling it

    to the dancers

     

    singing is definitely unstoppable and dancing regenerating

     

    Your breasts are definitely my lungs

     

    Your cock is definitely my tranquillity

     

    Your pussy is definitely my creation

     

    gratitude is definitely most intense fucking

     

    self censorship is definitely most morbid death

     

    my heart is definitely grafted to Yours

     

    bees are definitely flying through the Universe

     

    science serving war goals is definitely ending

     

    state serving violence is definitely ending

     

    giving birth as means of extending the kind is definitely ending

     

    definitely only God is telling me Miroslav dance and sing

     

    IMMORTAL LIFE IS PRECONDITION OF THE LIFE OF ALL BEINGS

    1887. day
    2nd March 2010

    IMMORTAL LIFE IS PRECONDITION OF THE LIFE OF ALL BEINGS

     

    I can no longer live if I don’t die with butchered plane trees

     

    I can no longer live if I don’t die every second

    with all killed beings anywhere in the Universe

     

    I can no longer live if I don’t die every day with beings that are dying

     

    I can no longer love if I’m not compassionate with unloved ones

     

    I can no longer give birth if every second I don’t scream

    through screaming of a newborn ones

     

    I can no longer create if I don’t identify

    with the ones for whom creating has been forbidden

     

    it’s really nice how much I know you. I don’t know when exactly it happened

    that I have learned you. but I know a lot about you and it feels really pleasant. there

    is certainly a lot I don’t know about you but you are one of the people I know the

    most of. you are actually the only one. I know more about you and your history

    than about any other man

    Branka Zgonjanin wrote me while we were chatting

     

    I would love if you’d known everything about me. I would love that everybody knew

    everything about me

    I answered Branka

     

    one is open

     

    only the one is open

     

    open is immortal

     

    freedom is open

     

    fears are in secrets

     

    the weapon that is used for ruling others reigns within the secrets

     

    openness is the nest of all beings

     

    woman in Zaplanjska street is sitting on the steps in front

    of the shop. she is smoking a cigarette. cleaning the knees of her pants and cries

     

    you are like ones you are with – I am with all beings

     

    I cooked the beetroot

     

    I am a constant petition through which

    the beauty of every being and goodness of all beings is supported

     

    Miroslav Mandic is handwriting of all beings

     

    when I write Miroslav Mandic I wrote Your name

     

    when anybody writes their name they wrote Miroslav Mandic

     

    thunders are guarding tender beings

     

    all beings are tender

     

    all beings are guarding thunders

     

    I will give You my scarf

     

    I caress Your toe nails

     

    I caress all beings within You

     

    You who kiss life I caress Your brave decision that You have just come to

     

    I caress Your tenderness that You need to carry out Your decision

     

    I constantly think of You

     

    You are my thought

     

    I am Your path-life-love

     

    MIROSLAVEY (from “odyssey”)

    1888. day
    3rd March 2010

    when I get money I will buy 129600 millimetres of white wool. for every

    blessing one millimetre. I will wind in a ball all blessings written until then

     

    then I will wind every week 198 millimetres

    of white wool – 198 blessings written that week

     

    white ball of wool

     

    bud of love

     

    that white ball of wool is this book

     

    a ball

     

    writing through balling – balling through writing

     

    a ball is circling by stillness

     

    Miroslavness

     

    Miroslavey of creating

     

    Odyssey of Odysseus

     

    Miroslavey of Miroslav

     

    there are no halves. there are no compass points

     

    therE arE no boundariEs of time but just the energy of love

     

    only one I of every I

     

    everything is in one

     

    white geese are taking off from the water

     

    soul is flying

     

    fire is creating

     

    air is kissing

     

    water is transforming

     

    earth exists

     

    down is up – up is down

     

    there is here – here is there

     

    soft is hard – hard is soft

     

    white is white – white is white

     

    Miroslavics of all beings

     

    Miroslavics of wedding of all beings with all beings

     

    Miroslavey of humbleness and tameness

     

    Miroslavey of loyalty and simplicity

     

    Miroslavey of God

     

    Miroslavey of creating is creating of Miroslav Mandic and singing of Miroslav Mandic

     

    geese are flying

     

     

    BUSINESS MORNING

    1889. day
    4th March 2010

    I’m running the water

     

    all beings sing within me

     

    Buds are asking me when will Ana come to draw us again

    I sent e-mail yesterday to Ana Djordjevic-Petrovic

     

    well that’s true, a Garden sometimes needs a female hand. tell them I’m

    coming soon... I think it will be Tuesday 9th March around 11:30 but

    I must confirm that... because my grandma has a birthday that day

    and I’m not sure if she will live till then... let it then be as it must be

    Ana answered me

     

    I hope I will soon start drawing 33 Pictures of Eternal Life

     

    God is creating within me

     

    when I’m happy I’m always also happy for all beings

     

    this is unbearably good-beautiful idea for You

     

    read me better than I am writing

     

    I am writing better than anybody can read me

     

    why didn’t I approach her

     

    marry me – I am married to You

     

    I kiss You loyally but get out of my sight if You don’t feel why I resent you

     

    I admire Rousseau for leaving his five kids in a children’s home

     

    I admire Teresa Levasseur Rousseau’s wife for enduring Rousseau’s decisions

     

    this that flickers flickers in glory of flickering

     

    Van Gogh’s paintings are just a hint of Van Gogh Christ

     

    thus how and where from has come thus

     

    only a nostalgia for this moment is live nostalgia

     

    the fact that sometimes I don’t want to say anything

    says more than if I have said anything

     

    every blade of grass

     

    any sparrow

     

    what a cows

     

    tree in mud is not rotting

     

    sun’s ember – heart of the planet Earth

     

    when I’m happy I’m always happy for Fernando Pessoa as well

     

    just look at this beauty of a sentence

     

    smell of cows

     

    why didn’t you approach me

     

    I love less and less football but I love more and more football ball

     

    word

    underneath

    a

    word

    is

    a

    poem

     

    word next to a word is a story

     

    word in a circle is a poem and fairytale of the Bud of All Beings

    in the book these words should be arranged in a circle

     

     

    I LOVE

    1890. day
    5th March 2010

    I am http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmen_Herrera

     

    I am http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_Zinn

     

    I am is love that identifies

     

    I am snow

     

    I love to draw fine lines with ink and pen

     

    I love to write words on top of the words

     

    I love not yet existing law by which the acquired wealth

    during the life can’t be inherited but just transferred to all beings

     

    everyone that ever existed is now me

     

    everything that ever existed is now me

     

    all water

     

    all stones

     

    all light

     

    a friend tells me that she got all money from the state budget for the film

    I don’t know how to make films but I know how to ask for and get the money for them

    I made this up

     

    I put hand cream on my feet as well as calf length boots and here I am on the snow

     

    when I was sixteen I wrote first poem about black and white snow

     

    first poem I saved is when I was twenty and it’s called Nevenka

     

    first two-three hundred poems I burnt in a trash can when I was twenty one

     

    I bought an elastic band for a green jogging suit that I found on the street

    three-four months ago

     

    I am a theory of theory – You are theory of theory

     

    I create theories – You are a practical theory

     

    I love the same in each letter – You love differences in each letter

    I love Woody Guthrie You Bob Dylan

     

    important is thought through well only if it is thought a little bit and short

     

    an un important is not thought through but one rather exists

     

    for all of that what is not important and is not unimportant all thoughts

    are being and are spent

     

    I love to think like a child

     

    I love to think like a rock that ibex/Alpine mountain goats are climbing over

     

    I also love to think like today’s wind over the river

     

    everyone who endangers the weaker is already dead

     

    state is already dead

     

    institutions are already dead

     

    big corporations are already dead

     

    who at least once has experienced one will always love and be one

     

    I love when world is beautiful like eyes of this woman who looked at me

    as she was passing by

     

     

    THREE DAYS IN PRISON

    1891. day
    6th March 2010

    oh joy

     

    oh-joy

     

    joy work joy

     

    You’ll be breath taken from beauty and love of

    Miroslav Mandic when You open up to him

     

    I live whole my life in order to write this in this exact way

     

    sun is shining it’s really cold

     

    Miroslav Mandic – first poet of all beings

     

    Miroslav Mandic – first artist of all beings

     

    Miroslav Mandic – first walker of all beings

     

    Miroslav Mandic – first fight in which nobody

    fights against anybody but everybody fights for everybody

     

    who believes me believes themselves

     

    rejoice me – believe me

     

    touch – it’s touching

     

    I

    opened

    up

    to

    you

    and

    you

    are

    immortal

     

    wind is blowing like crazy and it’s pretty cold – a man said to somebody

    over the phone

     

    I am a juicy peach of language

     

    Nietzsche constantly Nietzsche – Nietzsche constantly sprouts

    (Serbian “sprout” is written and pronounced the same as name Nietzsche)

     

    the more objective it is the more false it is – the more public the more secretive it is

     

    Nikolai Fyodorov

     

    when I got into the Nest I took out the money and I saw

    that this week I have saved 300 dinars. but I also noticed that

    I have lost the batteries for my dictaphone that cost 600 dinars

     

    my heart is full because after a long time I saw my beggar

    Ruzica and her seven year old daughter Sanja. they were happy

    to see me. that makes me happy and proud although Ruzica said

    she has been in prison for three days because of beggary

     

    this man and his civilization with these kind of

    laws are dead because he locks up god’s creatures

     

    I love You Sanja – I love You Ruzica

     

    once more

     

    I love You even more Sanja – I love You even more Ruzica

     

    art of pillow case

    I give this idea to Jelena Besir as a present

     

     

    I miss reeds

     

    I’m hungry. I’m tired. I’m sleepy

     

    news of the day is that the day is the news

     

    only news of every day is actually that the day is the only news

     

    last night in Kalenic café I met seventy year old beautiful

    woman who is coming into the Kalenic café for 33 years

    dedicated to the art of 33

     

    we are the heart of all beings

     

    BEAUTY OF YOUR SHIT

    1893. day
    8th March 2010

    four in the afternoon

     

    yesterday I had a thought that I can hardly wait to wake up and write You

     

    I got up at half seven but there was no water

     

    Jelena Besir didn’t call to tell me if she is coming to

    take photos of 64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

     

    the telephone rang and Violeta asked me is your mobile phone not working

     

    I realised that I didn’t take it out of my jacket yesterday and I didn’t hear it ringing

     

    Violeta asked me to ask Ivana to check the blessings in Serbian

    since today and tomorrow as well as maybe for the rest of the week

    she won’t have the access to the internet

     

    on the mobile phone I saw that Jelena has already left

    and that she phoned me several times

     

    I called Jelena to tell her to stop by somewhere to the toilet since

    mine was full of the material that didn’t go for the lack of water

     

    Jelena bought water so we made coffee

     

    I drew all 64 Buds and Jelena took photos of them

     

    I drew Blue Rose and Jelena recorded Blue Film

     

    I gave to Jelena a little stone from the Saturday

    photo and the idea that is called The Art of the Pillow Case

     

    I walked with Jelena to Branko’s bridge. we met

    Ana and saw a group of women who were protesting on the

    occasion of 8th of March guarded by a large group of policemen

     

    on my way back I walked on my own so as to walk through the coldness

     

    I didn’t write anything I just walked and protecting my nose and mouth from cold air

     

    I bought the batteries for dictaphone

     

    I bought portfolio and hundred cases for the Blue Roses

     

    I bought tartar sauce

     

    when I got to the Nest I got last year’s bill for utilities

    for April last year that I paid already and that put me

    down and confirmed that state institutions are criminal

     

    I washed my hands and face with half a glass of water

     

    in water that Jelena bought me I cooked leek carrot and a bit of cabbage

     

    I’m withholding myself from being afflicted by the

    fucking carelessness and greed of people serving the state

     

    water will come soon and will take away the material

     

    I say material and not shit just to make a joke to the delight of humour

     

    not to be disgusted by shit is very important

     

    to feel the goodness of shit is even more important

     

    to see the beauty of the shit of others is the art of the beauty itself

     

    scientists are trying for centuries to find the theory of everything

     

    the problem is that the theory of everything can’t be found if it isn’t for everything

     

    wherever everything is there the formulae for everything abides

     

    only the one that is everything if the theory of everything

     

    lunch is waiting for You

     

    FOR NEW CLEAN BEGINNING

    1894. day
    9th March 2010

    when I heard yesterday a respectable man saying that is what Einstein

    said… I immediately thought out another Einstein’s sentence what Einstein has said

    is one more thing that is being said for that I have said it and I haven’t said it

     

    science is a question – I am questioned

     

    I am questioned about everything – everything depends on me

     

    religion is an answer – I am responsible for a response

     

    twenty or so people holding packages are waiting in front of

    the gate of the District Jail to visit their loved ones

     

    I am happy because I’ve been in jail

     

    I am happy for seeing this tree

     

    I am watching it for all locked up people

     

    what are you doing – a woman that came out of the yard asked me

    I find this tree beautiful so I’m taking a picture of it – I answered her

    it could build a house. we thought of cutting it down but let it stay – she said

     

    a man is washing his hands in a little bit of snow that is left on the car

     

    it is good to learn about beauty from the beauty of the stones

     

    this is not a lot but it is everything

     

    minimal needs are making maximal love

     

    maximal needs give birth to nothingness

     

    I am on Miroslav Mandic – most remote star in the Universe

     

    the most remote star is now and here

     

    now within now

     

    here within here

     

    I within I

     

    love within love

     

    I within love – love within I

     

    I within heart of goodness

     

    I within heart of beauty

     

    I within heart of new and clean beginning

     

    begin me

     

    Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother

     

    this is not a lot but it is even a bit more than everything

     

    now of the lips

     

    here of the agreement

     

    I of cranberry

     

    I just remembered that I have forgotten something

    but I still can’t remember what that is

     

    little stones

     

    lie is betrayed regret

    (in Serbian “regret” is anagram of “lie”: “laž” “žal”)

     

     

    ONLY THE LIFE OF ALL BEINGS WITHIN ME CONSTITUTES MY LIFE

    1895. day
    10th March 2010

     did you read Hey Little Man – by Wilhelm Reich

    did you read School of Atheism – by Aleksandar Tisma

    that is what I couldn’t remember yesterday and I did remember tonight

     

    snow dust is snowing

     

    green football pitch is white again

     

    time plays are not stopping and are constantly changing

     

    are we gonna walk Miroslav – I say to myself

     

    we are walking and hanging around with all beings – I keep on encouraging myself

     

    all beings are in every heart

     

    only the life of all beings within me constitutes my life

    amen

     

    all beings are snowing

     

    white wool of alllife is winding

     

    because the roots of the trees are interfering with waste pipes water pipes

    electrical and telephone wires in the ground man has thought out to plant the

    trees in enclosed space. some kind of big pots but actually cages

     

    soil belongs first to trees and only then to man

     

    man has stolen the soil from the trees

     

    man doesn’t understand that in that way he himself is in the cage of his own idiotism

     

    to be a man is something most disgusting that can happen to a being

     

    only among all beings there is a hope for the most disgusting ones

     

    they are rejoicing – snowing more and more – all beings

     

    I hug unimportance for You – I kiss You in unimportance

    I sent an e-mail to Branka Zgonjanin

     

    if you didn’t get going just to tell you that strong wind

    is blowing. take double scarf. dress well. I kiss you

    Jelena Besir sent me an sms

     

    kisses are taking care of kisses

     

    I am outside. it’s not cold. but when it starts blowing...

     

    man like any other being is not disgusting but what man is

    doing to other beings is disgusting and that makes him disgusting

    man will free himself from the man

     

    I think of the beauty of Arabic writing

     

    all symbols are live love

     

    cross is love

    swastika is love

    circle is love

    wheel is love

    crescent moon is love

    pentagram is love

    hexagon is love

    ...

     

    mind in heart. heart in goodness of pussy and cock that are creating beauty of love

     

    I let one old woman pass on a snowy path and she smiled at me

    I felt how her heart warmed up. in her smile all beings are enjoying now

     

    I wink at lambs

     

    I wink at man so as he wouldn’t butcher the lambs

     

    millions of years are behind me. millions of years are in front

    of me and just one and only now within which all millions are

     

    all beings have lived until now so as I would write this blessing

     

    while this wind by the river is blowing through me I think that

    all I do is nothing else but just music of hope for all beings

     

    music of budding

     

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