Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

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 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





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





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



1874. day
17th February 2010

little is so little exactly as much as big is big




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



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




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




by epos-ohm










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




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 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



personal religion is the religion solely of God

God alone

God of all beings

all big religions are just private religions



conscience is knowledge

knowledge itself

knowledge of all beings

all big universities are just the interest of private knowledge



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



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









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



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




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








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




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



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




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




1884. day
27th February 2010

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






countless sexes of the one and only love


countless loves of the one and only sex


everything lives just from Your love









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


























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




1886. day
1st March 2010



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



1887. day
2nd March 2010



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




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




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 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




1890. day
5th March 2010

I am


I am


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




1891. day
6th March 2010

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












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



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



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”)




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



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