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

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    bud

    BU

    1919. day
    3rd April 2010

    I don’t like nor I know how to buy. even less to trade or

    to achieve my intentions or goals secretly and with the help of fraud

    I love openness and honesty which makes me excited

     

    Vera and Tibor gave me money to buy a new computer

    thank you Vera and Tibor – the essence of gratitude is in the footnotes

     

    few days ago I phoned Sun and asked him to help me buy new iMac

    responsibility is on me

     

    two days ago we bought iMac – 20 inch widescreen computer for 99000 dinars

     

    a shopkeeper told us that he will order it from the warehouse but he made a remark

    that the keyboard is not included and that they will deliver us after Sunday

     

    the shopkeep called Sun yesterday and said that the computer has arrived

    I’m not mentioning the name of the shopkeeper and the shop not to hurt anybody

     

    Sun took the iMac yesterday and took it to his place to install basic programmes

    Sun actually gave me his iBook G4 on which I’m writing at the moment and which I call Robin

     

    in the evening Sun brought me Bud and when I started to get to know it

    and compare it with Robin we noticed that it was well used computer

    we will erase it when we buy the keyboard nest week

     

    when Sun left I started to feel bad because it wasn’t a new computer

     

    it was bothering me all night since I didn’t know what to do and

    who knows which time I had a confirmation that I was incapable for life

     

    when I got up I started to feel even worse because instead of

    the joy for the Bud of Every Day Life I had bad thoughts

    about frauds lies and incapability

     

    misery

     

    why were we saving and bought the cheapest iMac... what is actually in it...

    is it functioning properly... how comes it doesn’t have a keyboard even though

    there is a photo with the keyboard on the box... what is it all about... maybe it isn’t

    an original product... everything is going to be all right... I’ll call Sun...

    I don’t want to hurt anybody...

     

    I made a tea. shaved. made coffee. prepared myself for the day. was

    more and more free and open. more capable for what I love and know to do

     

    to accept

     

    to solve

     

    to make decisions

    decision to write about all of this

     

    to transform the trouble into creation

     

    to make the blessings out of the trouble

     

    to rejoice the misery

    misery Your name is Misery

     

    maybe to go to the shop and ask the shopkeeper what is it all about or not to do that

    in any case I wish the best to the shopkeeper

     

    maybe we will return it

     

    maybe we will get the money back and buy the one for 122.000 dinars

     

    maybe this one that I already called the Bud is the best one even though

    it was already used

     

    maybe it is defected but actually because of that

    I will make on it – to God to You and all beings – dearest things

    countless number of examples of the most successful people who started their lives with huge handicaps

     

    to accept it like a adopted child

    to call it Bu as term of endearment

     

    Bu – young one of all beings

     

    Bu’s mission has already begun even if it stays

    with me or if it doesn’t since it already came to life

     

    if it goes to somebody else Bu will

    have a reputation of the first young one of all beings

    I wish all the best to the one who already used it

     

    a voice of somebody who is with mild humour

    rejoicing all beings. someone who is thanking to all beings

    and people who worked on bringing to such a beautiful product

    I bow down to the Virtual Pilgrimage that still cannot be opened from the Old Site

     

    life is humour – humour is poetry

     

    Bu – my poem – I kiss You

     

    IN THE SMILE THROUGH WHICH I’M BUDDING

    1921. day
    5th April 2010

    My Dear, here are few words about me. I will try not to snap any more in front of you

    but in front of everybody. When it comes, I’ll remember you and because of you

    I won’t do it anymore. In that sense it’s good that it happened. I wish you placidity.

    you will probably see this letter in the morning, and I would like if it saw you off

    to sleep. In that sense I’m left with possibility just to hug you within my thoughts

    so as our little clash doesn’t hurt.

    I kiss you. See you. 

    this letter from a friend waited for me

     

    thank You for this letter and this great decision 

      

    I’m not saying Your name so as the transformation of the snapping from pain into

    the snapping through compassion and creation would begin in peace

     

    big snap of love

     

    big snap of grass

     

    snapping of the bud

     

    snapping through mystical speech

     

    snapping through dancing and singing

    shake baby shake

     

    whenever possible it’s good to brake the circle of lies and frauds because

    everybody gets damaged especially those who are lying and deceiving

    since they are disabling themselves for joy of creation

     

    Dear Miroslav, I’m following your internet activities

    Where do you live now? Greetings from Brooklyn, Kaca

    Kaca Celan

    www.THEATERTAS.com

    God’s glory – this morning this letter awaited for me as well

     

    my dear Kaca

     

    you made me really happy

     

    big snap of love

     

    we haven’t seen nor heard from each other for 24 years from Your play

    All and Nothing

    24 years – one day of our acquaintance

     

    big snap of love is in the mystery of big bang

     

    I’m writing You like this publ-I-cally in front of all beings because love is the only one

     

    I live in the Universe

    within the internet activities of the miroslavmandic.name site

     

    I live within Your heart

     

    I live in my AutoBioGraphy to which I will add the work with You

     

    1986

    ALL AND NOTHING

    the role of Shakespeare in Kaca Celan’s play made after Borges’ story All and Nothing

     

    I live within 84.600 seconds of Eternal Art of every day

    Miroslav Mandic Bud – dancing-singing-creating

    love in every moment everywhere and for everything – eternal art within the poem of all beings

     

    I live in hearts of all beings

     

    I live in Miroslav Mandic

     

    I live in God and Six Buds

     

    God

    for God – success through creation

    Miroslav Mandic is the art of God

     

    Bud of All Beings

    for higher intelligence – love through love

    Miroslav Mandic is art of I

     

    Bud of Every Day

    Miroslav Mandic is art

    for people – loyalty through belief

    Miroslav Mandic is art of poem

     

    Bud God-Sex-Money

    for spirits of nature – transformation through will

    Miroslav Mandic is art of face and face of art

     

    Bud Nest

    for animals – freedom through thinking

    Miroslav Mandic is art of rose

     

    Bud Universe

    for plants – health through feelings

    Miroslav Mandic is art of path

     

    Bud Walking

    for minerals – joy through body

    Miroslav Mandic is art of walking

     

    in human language said my Kaca

    I live in my sixty first year

    like a subtenant of my works that are placed in the Nest40 square meters flat

    next to the football stadium of Hajduk from Lion in Belgrade

    alone with God

    alone with You

    alone with all beings

    with money that I get every month from 15 donors for creation of

    64 Buds that are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

    330 Euros for the Bud

    110 Euros for my life and work

    65 Euros that I give to the beggars and unknown people

    I hope that in time there will be more donors – and that all people will have a bit more than they need

     

    I wink at the Mystery – Your and Send’s daughter – my dear Kaca

     

    dear Miroslav, I’m translating this text on my own.

    Since Ally is not here to check it, I apologise for all the mistakes I made

    Ivana

     

    RAIN IS RAINING

    1922. day
    6th April 2010

    as long as there are weapons wars and killings will exist as well

     

    as long as the sexes are using weapons that

    most horrific of wars – war of the sexes – will never stop

     

    I love the sexes without weapons

     

    I love sexual organs because they are not weapons

     

    sexual organs are love

     

    bathed with shame

     

    unarmed

     

    in selfish hearts and lazy brains sexual organs are used like weapons

     

    weapons of defense are killing just the same as the weapons of attack

     

    defense is just a type of attack same as attack is just a type of defense

     

    path

     

    rain is raining

     

    chaste man is on the path

     

    rain is raining

     

    one rose is smelling

     

    chaste woman is on the path

     

    rain is raining

     

    the chaste man and the maiden

     

    mild smile is in their hearts

     

    they are one

     

    one being of all beings

     

    rain is raining

     

    they are path

     

    they are rose

     

    I’m dancing

     

    we are mixing

     

    circling

     

    rain is raining

     

    I’m singing

     

    we are mixing circling mixing

     

    rain is raining

     

    God

     

    as long as Miroslav Mandic exists kissing and peace will exist as well

     

    THIN LINE MERGES OUR HEARTS TOGETHER

    1923. day
    7th April 2010

    one swallow – that is me

     

    one grass blade – that is me

     

    one whirlpool and whirlwind – that is me

     

    all beings one existence

     

    God through God

     

    here

     

    Himzo Polovina – that is me

     

    ball is flying – that is me

     

    down the spine over the hip on to the thigh – that is me

     

    God to God

     

    everything that eyes see

     

    mother in amorous embrace

     

    Universe in Schuman’s melody I’m listening to

     

    father horse

     

    all Your words

     

    who

     

    is

     

    that

     

    guise

     

    of mine

     

    just only just only

     

    just

     

    here

     

    or there

     

    one

     

    or two

     

    words

     

    just

     

    a touch

     

    and

     

    that is

     

    all

     

    MILK ME MUSIC

    1924. day
    8th April 2010

    not saying anything so as everything would sing

     

    somehow like that – certainly like that

     

    if it would only flow

     

    so as everything would be in every word

     

    rattan

     

    guise and call

     

    face of all beings

     

    unbelievably small in the chest

     

    I

     

    hyacinth

     

    precision of the trans-sense

     

    when we were crossing the river

     

    God in every word

     

    God in every colour

     

    God in every sound

     

    God in every smell

     

    God in every taste

     

    God in every touch

     

    God – birth of God in every being

     

    happiness

     

    happiness is beautiful

     

    happiness is alone

     

    hey – history of journeys

     

    faugh – I’m walking through air

     

    ouch – I’m within myself

     

    is it so – I’m everything

     

    and – You

     

    face on the belly

     

    eyes are caressing eyes

     

    I love You

     

    in Your heart my mind

     

    we are trudging

     

    I’M NOTHING – ONLY A POET

    1925. day
    9th April 2010

    now is always a beginning – beginning is always now

     

    everything else is obsolete

     

    the most obsolete moment is the one that just passed

     

    the most illusory moment is the one that follows

     

    God is God

     

    love is dying within the second one and resurrection within the first

     

    every time I met a good man I died

    in his goodness and immediately resurrected in his beauty

     

    every time I came across goodness and beauty of eternal artists

    I died in their work and immediately resurrected in their heart

     

    with every orgasm I die and I resurrect right away in God’s love

     

    thank you for saying sorry

    I said yesterday to a shopkeeper

     

    respect

    that’s how greeted me the shopkeeper from yesterday

     

    acceptance of health is the best cure

     

    to single oneself out from the existing is hardest and the most important

     

    who singles out oneself from the existing they save the existing as well

    because the existing is dying within itself

     

    greatest opponents of present banalities are those who

    live from banality of the past that are declared to be classical

     

    I think in order to transform myself and not only to think or exist

     

    will the drama around iMac will be resolved today

     

    mister N.

    from entering the virtual world computer is for me a garden and a temple of all beings

    I’m trying to make everything around it and everything within it dear to everybody

    therefore I would like to continue in same manner with new iMac

    but regarding the remarks I have about the computer I bought

    about what I wrote on 3rd April in Miroslav Mandic book

    could You please

    the only weapon in which I believe is please and thank you

    give me back my money so as I could buy an iMac with the keyboard

    with this letter I want that everything around iMac

    that I named Bu is good and of use for everybody

    dear N. I wish You all the best in life and work

    I gave this letter to the shopkeeper before we started the conversation

     

    first to be dear to God and then to You and all beings

     

    good and beautiful is useful to everybody

     

    I’m walking – waiting for Sun to call me so that we go with Bu to the shop

     

    I love to endure in my story only if it is dear to God and all beings

     

    I love not to endure in my story if it is not dear to God and all beings

     

    everything is so simple

     

    through same – love is. through love – it’s the same

     

    Sun and me just got out of the shop. young gentleman N. was wonderful. he set

    the whole company in motion so the new 21.5 inch iMac will get here from Budapest

    on Wednesday for 22.590 dinars

     

    when it’s good for everybody it’s a poem

     

    yesterday I bought a book about beloved old man Porfirije. old man Porfirije

    like old man Tadej went to the monastery as a twelve year boy. more and more

    I see those old men like brave boys that devoted themselves to God

     

    boy Porfirije – boy Tadej

     

    in the name of Bu I will call new iMac Bu

     

    I wish to Bu long and good life as well as to the one who gets Bu

     

    I’m walking – on the face of every passerby I see God

     

     

    DEAR FOOL

    1926. day
    10th April 2010

    something that old

     

    something that ancient

     

    something that that

     

    my beloved fool

     

    fed by tears of sex

     

    compassion with just anything – but of course – compassion with just anything

     

    with this that flies

     

    with dance of a bow down

     

    unsung got into a mood of singing

     

    great poem in sad hearts

     

    I am a whore – loyal to a fool

     

    fool – whore’s humbleness

     

    poet – an innocent whore

     

    hey enthusiasm Your heart is kissing me

     

    caress my face with Your thighs

     

    fool is dreaming in the poet’s heart

     

    fool wakes within the artist’s heart

     

    theory is preceding theory

     

    everything that is alive lives out of my love

     

    everyone that kisses from my life kisses

     

    I am a word within Your wish

     

    You are pronouncing me

     

    colour flows into colour

     

    sound into sound

     

    You are my taste

     

    a boy guards an old man – an old man kisses a boy

     

    all

    unnecessary

    words

    ever

    spoken

    in

    this

    poem

    are

    singing

     

    You are not around – I love You

     

    You don’t exist – I kiss You

     

    I’m singing with my mind – I’m creating with my heart

     

    I know You – I can do You

     

    I kiss the fool of Yours

     

    we are trying crazy love with love

     

     

    NAKED GO

    1928. day
    12th April 2010

    I kiss you from afar, enjoying our brotherhood in loneliness.

    Yours Kaca 

    this is what Kaca wrote me in electronic letter which yesterday made my Sunday morning beautiful 

      

    I kiss You from the closeness enjoying in our sisterhood in quiet joy

    Yours Miroslav

    Kaca give great greetings to Natasa Kelhar

     

    brotherhood kisses the sisterhood – sisterhood embraces the brotherhood

     

    courage based on loneliness and quiet joy

     

    courage of budding

     

    not to kiss each other but to kiss everything

     

    Universe is the neighbour

     

    only everything is the closest neighbour

     

    I have to sew on the button on the right back pocket of my velvet pants

     

    velvet words – the name of the knitting

     

    I’m walking through the conditions

     

    I’m writing with the sensitivity of all beings

     

    I’m walking from one form of life to the other

     

    from a butterfly into the Wittgenstein’s hands

     

    from Wittgenstein’s hands into the tree fibres

     

    from the tree fibres into the Roman Jacobson’s statement But when is

    poeticity present? – When the word is felt as a word, and not a mere

    representation of the object being named or an outburst of emotion.

     

    word sings

     

    word sings sing

     

    word sings word

     

    ocean of the ocean

     

    shoulder of a shoulder

     

    shoulder me

     

    watch me well

     

    I’m breathing You

     

    one is the navel

     

    nakedness of love

     

    naked Go

     

    every word breathes through the nakedness of the ideals

     

    who knows God is first from God

    who kisses God is first next to God

     

    I’m intimate only in the embrace of all beings

     

    I’m intimate only when everybody knows everything about me

     

    I’m getting up...

    I danced about the room

     

    Go

     

     

    LITTLE SPARROW’S LECTURE

    1929. day
    13th April 2010

    the sun is shining – joy is tingling me in the heels

     

    I’m caressing our backs through walking

     

    I all I

     

    I of all I’s

     

    I to all I’s

     

    yesterday Simon contacted me. he was a good host for me in Bristol and

    Glastonbury from twentieth to the thirtieth day of the Rose of Wandering. I haven’t

    seen him since then. he is coming at the end of the month. I’m looking forward

    to seeing his warm heart

     

    he taught me a children’s song about Robin

     

    Who killed Cock Robin?

    I, said the sparrow,

    with my bow and arrow,

    I killed Cock Robin.

     

    violet who did You opened to so violetly

     

    join me to kiss everything every moment together

     

    I’m resting my eyes over the greyness of the river

    as far as the yellow-green of the other bank

     

    black dog is running through the green grass full of yellow dandelions

     

    within the fact that I don’t know a lot of things about countless

    number of things lays my love for each and every one of them

     

    does my brain smell of grass or grass of my brain

     

    I’m standing and listening to this little sparrow who is jumping

    from brick to brick and giving me a lecture about the Bud of All Beings 

     

    as I’m watching and listening him more carefully he is speaking to me

    clearer and clearer

     

    beings are yearning for each other

     

    little yellow bird flew on top of the wall and little sparrow got upset

     

    little sparrow is trembling but carries on with his lecture to me

     

    he drew back within the bricks since his nest is there

     

    I am not the same being after these words of Yours my little sparrow 

     

    we are not dying – today I said to Srecko Stankovic

     

    it’s such a great dignity to lean on the metal post

    while waiting for the green light to turn on the traffic lights

     

    little boy moved dandelions from one to the other hand

    in order to take his grandpa by the hand

     

    a boy on the other side of the fence an me have smiled to each other and then he

    came running after me in order to rejoice me once more with his smiling face

     

    drink this tranquillity

     

    eat this modesty

     

    they are so watery and mild these watery lettuces

     

    tree tops have become covered with leaves and yellow ball that I throw

    nicely fits in with their greenery

     

    I really enjoy this step by step staggering

     

    like word by word after a long silence

     

    let’s go

     

    can we do a word or two

     

     

     

    I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU

    1930. day
    14th April 2010

    it arrived yesterday. the Bu. it has a cordless keyboard and cordless mouse

     

    I hope that in couple of days I will start working with the help of his beauty

     

    today I will also make a four hundred sixty fifth photo of One Man

     

    in toady’s 33 blessings I will give You as a gift one word

     

    You can do whatever You want with it

     

    only the greatest weakness can receive with oneself the greatest strength

     

    God is God through God

     

    I am God through God

     

    what’s not happened yet already happened

     

    that word is salutary

     

    the most tender

     

    identifying

     

    trans-sense in its clearness

     

    God is through itself I

     

    I am through God I

     

    few days ago I said to the granny beggar who cried

    because she has to beg be goodI will – she replied

     

    through her I will the whole Universe has shifted

     

    girl grannies

     

    I’m travelling through the geography of blessings

     

    galaxies are the nests in the Universe

     

    granny’s heart is a little cosmic church

     

    within the heart of just born younglings is the whole Universe

     

    still unpacked cordless Universe

     

    Universe made to measure the Universe

     

    be everything to me

     

    create me within You

     

    call me by Miroslav Mandic name

     

    call me I Can’t Live Without You

     

    let’s be the same

     

    immortal

     

    rush towards me

     

    here You go – take me – take her

     

    I will

     

     

    IAMIAM

    1931. day
    15th April 2010

    I am a youngling of this word

     

    I’m getting on my feet

     

    I don’t see anything

     

    it’s warm

     

    somebody is here

     

    I’m in the soil

     

    I’m in the water

     

    I’m in the air

     

    I’m everything in everything

     

    loved-I-love

     

    I am so I am as well

     

    my name is I-am-I-am

     

    a horse as well as a bird – first word within the last one

     

    through sprouting – through the mind of health

     

    devine creative force is burning within me

     

    through the oppositions of divine mind I’m permeating and harmonising Universe

     

    through strong circulation of the blood of all beings

    I’m splashing with love within the body of every being

     

    I’m fire in juices of passion

     

    I’m water in the waves of tranquillity

     

    licked-I’m-licking

     

    thought-I’m-thinking

     

    becoming of a word becoming

     

    face of the word

     

    face to face

     

    word of the word

     

    word God

     

    word word

     

    word

     

    danced-I’m-dancing

     

    sung-I’m-singing

     

    I’m a bud of still unborn and uncreated younglings

     

    BU IN ROBIN’S GLORY

    1932. day
    16th April 2010

    I’m writing on Bu. I’m writing with Bu

     

    Rore installed it yesterday. it’s big. it shines

     

    Bu is braking the movements in my body and in my mind

    because I got used on working with Robin

     

    Robin and Bu

     

    Robin is a lap-top. Bu is iMac

     

    objects are beings

     

    objects are kissing and they are working on kissing

     

    I forgot how to work with a mouse

     

    I feel pain in the neck because the position of my head is different

     

    Bu has blocked the altar on the window and is casting bigger shadow on the desk

     

    it’s a lot faster. the sound is stronger

     

    new Word is shifting left & right

     

    once more thanks to Vera & Tibor for the Bu

     

    Sun gave me Robin and I started working with him on 1st September 2005

     

    from today he is in the Bud Nest with all my works

     

    with all my sneakers in which I walked and came to this blessing

     

    from today Robin will witness all the words I wrote with him and within him

     

    from today Robin will celebrate all beings that with their

    life have brought to such a beautiful being as Robin – iBook G4 is

     

    from today Robin will start transforming the pain with which beings have hurt each other

     

    I thought of lending it to somebody so as they could work on it

    but Sun have reminded me well that in a way that sneakers from the Nest

    are not in use the same way shouldn’t Robin be

     

    from now on Robin will be working through not working

     

    not working but celebrating

    God

    Bud of All Beings

    Bud of Every Day Art

    Bud God-Sex-Money

    Bud Nest

    Bud Universe

    Bud Walking

    that I created within him

     

    not working but quietly singing like Universe

     

    not working but embracing younglings of all beings

     

    Robin brought me to Bu and Bu will be celebrating Robin

     

    let’s go Bu let’s go

     

    spread the tranquillity and love through the internet

     

    emanate the enthusiasm and loyalty within all beings

     

    drink beauty and eat goodness

     

    enjoy in Miroslav Mandic the same way Miroslav Mandic enjoys in you

     

    through Goddess

     

    through God

     

    bud Bu

     

     

     

    SAVE

    1933. day
    17th April 2010

    I’m walking in new. soft. purple

    cheap. crocs shoes. best footwear for me

     

    I’m a little bit lost because of my new computer

     

    word is a bit unknown to me. I’m struggling. I’m insecure

     

    whenever I’m insecure I also feel some kind of guilt

    thrown away butt in front of me is still smoking

     

    insecurity is as if I’m floating. I don’t feel

    good until I start flying. I’m starting to fly with everything

     

    with this manhole... this manhole is beautiful as well

     

    with covered edge of the road. with snail set in concrete

    with cracked asphalt

     

    lizard

     

    every look contains thousand pictures

     

    every picture contains thousand words

     

    that’s how every look contains thousand words

     

    every minute has at least hundred looks

     

    that’s how every minute contains at least million pictures

     

    that’s what words can do

     

    here is a wedding in front of the church. sorrow made out of grieve and despair

    is coming out from the celebration

     

    bikers have gathered in front of the Parliament

     

    they live in the same story. enthralled with speed and air

    enjoying in their suits while their bikes are resting

     

    I move the neck – my vertebra crackles

     

    in the distance I see myself by chance in the shop window

    and then I hide not to get ashamed

     

    last night I enjoyed the explanation of Elder Porphyrios about the difference between

    the tranquillity and inferiority and the difference between melancholy and atonement

     

    I’m really enjoying Elder Porphyrios. as well as in

    Bu. as well as in goodness that always helps me

     

    while I’m crossing the street near the “Horse” I take an oath

    to all beings that I will be alive and kiss them in all times that are coming

     

    bikers on their sport bikes gathered at the “Horse” are informed

    by the organiser over the megaphone that there is ten minutes till the start

     

    one of the most important things that I have learned

    from the computer is what I want I save

     

    I kiss You – save

     

    You are immortal – save

     

    all beings have each other – save

     

    all beings are immortal – save

     

    all beings are worth the same – save

     

    all beings making one and only being – save

     

    when You read these words know that I wrote them just so as

    it is once more conformed to You that I love You forever – save

     

    bikers are blowing their horns because they have conquered the city

    car drivers are also blowing their horns because the bikers have blocked the city

     

    but how to be liberated from the liberators

    GIFTS ARE BOWS OF LOVE

    1935. day
    19th April 2010

    spring rain is falling

     

    I heard it last night being half asleep

     

    warm bed and sounds of rain

     

    four lines made with a pen and black ink on the drawing paper on my desk

     

    thin and thicker in the middle

     

    I drew them in order to straighten and clean the tip of the pen

    from dirt that gathered in ink

     

    four masterpieces

     

    close to them is written with a pencil twice how can that be

     

    first how can that be I wrote with lead 0.5 2B

     

    second how can that be I wrote with lead 0.7 2B

     

    I wrote them next to each other to compare them

     

    this fantastic one with 0.7 lead Srdjan Valjarevic gave me few days ago

     

    I hope that Petar Miloradovic will give me a waistcoat soon

     

    word and Pup are some kind of pen

    (*so far I was translating the name of Miroslav’s new computer as Bu, but from now on it will be Pup, as it is in Serbian)

     

    a style itself

     

    light instead of lead

     

    joy is the same

     

    spring is within the heart of all beings

     

    spring is the spring

     

    heart of the spring

     

    spring of writing

     

    it stopped raining. it’s clearing up

     

    it’s a pure wonder that I’m writing these words

     

    a possibility to write these words makes a wonder out of every possibility

     

    writing is wonders to a wonder of writing

     

    from the screen on which I’m writing emerges music

     

    every word is a screen

     

    ocean

     

    sky

     

    bud

     

    keyboard of writing

     

    pencil of admiration

     

    TO THE LONE ONE

    1936. day
    20th April 2010

    morning

     

    fog

     

    I like You a lot

     

    swallow

     

    blue distance

     

    gentleness in the eyes

     

    body loyal to body

     

    morning is passing

     

    fog is lifting up

     

    I like You even more

     

    I love to watch You

     

    I love to listen to You

     

    I exist because of You

     

    sneakers are waiting for me to go

     

    hearts of all beings are within the heart of every being

     

    horizon

     

    towards the horizon

     

    h   o   r   i   z   o   n

     

    monotony

     

    h      o      r      i      z      o      n

     

    loyalty forever

     

    h         o          r          i          z          o          n

     

    swallow

     

    blue distance

     

    You like me

     

    two swallows

     

    blue just blue

     

    act bit/beat/essence

     

    holly heels

     

    I adore You

     

    one will

     

    horizon

     

    WHAT I WANT TO SAY ARE THESE WORDS

    1937. day
    21st April 2010

    my sameness are these words

     

    my features are these words

     

    the greatest football game is playing within these words

     

    I’ve got everything just to get myself an old man

    grocery selling woman on Cvetko’s market is joyfully shouting

     

    it’s easy to earn the money but how will I find an old man – she carries on with her tirade

     

    last night I dreamt of hugging

     

    she was hugging me hugging

     

    she was coming closer to me with her lips

     

    hugging and hugging

     

    constantly hugging

     

    warm and soft

     

    brave

     

    she was hugging and kissing my shoulders neck and face

     

    ever closer to my lips

     

    hugging hugging

     

    I’m walking – I’m hugging her

     

    I’m walking – she’s hugging me

     

    she was absorbing me and penetrating me

     

    absorbing me like a green colour absorbs light

     

    penetrating me like light penetrates the greenery

     

    soil started to smell. I took it with my hand and took a photo of it

     

    I stopped to observe first green cherry stones

     

    sweet and sour cherries as well as apricots and plums and peaches are coming soon

     

    I’m looking forward to the fruit that is coming

    as well as the fruit is looking forward to coming again

     

    I’m confirming the beauty of the world by walking slowly

     

    I’m celebrating the hugs within the last night dreams by walking slowly

     

    six hours has passed since I woke up and I still feel how she hugs me

     

    yards are filled with flowers

     

    flowers are creating good people

     

    good people are growing flowers that creates good people

     

    leaves are growing everywhere

     

    leaves remind me of the fact that I was drawing it for ten years every day

    from my twenty fifth to my thirty fifth year. leaves. Leaves – Tree of Life

     

    leafing hugging

     

    WITH 1.764.046TH KILOMETRE OF THE BUD OF WALKING I CARESS 52.732.360TH STEP OF THE ROSE OF WANDERING

    1938. day
    22nd April 2010

    twelve years ago on this day with

    52.732.360th step I walked around planet Earth

     

    it was the first big circle that I’ve created

     

    after each experience I’m no longer the one I used to be

     

    I’m more the same

     

    more the same with all beings

     

    more the same with God

     

    with next step I carried on walking around the

    Universe. and from then on wherever I am I am in the Universe

     

    in the Universe of Love

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHcunREYzNY&feature=related

     

    wind is carrying the white petals from the fruit trees

     

    air is a lover

     

    a spark in the eyes of a girl that is begging from her mother’s arms caressed me

     

    I’m walking – I’m caressing

     

    I’m caressing the circle – the daily bread

     

    I’m thinking – I’m caressing

     

    I’m caressing the verb to caress

     

    to caress somebody’s head

     

    to caress somebody – to set them free from guilt

     

    caressing is setting free from the sin

     

    Universe is caressing all beings

     

    all beings are caressing the Universe

     

    caress me

     

    tongue of caressing is licking one and only tongue of all beings

     

    rain caresses my head

     

    with each step I caress the soil

     

    through caressing steps I’m setting free all beings from the sin

     

    second big circle is the blue circle of the Blue Rose in the Universe

    that I created several days before the end of the Rose of Wandering

     

    third big circle are all circles that the book-ball Miroslav Mandic consists of

     

    four big circle is this one that I’m walking every day – endless circle of caressing all beings

     

    everybody who struggles with his or her sin and guilt

    is helping others to set him or herself from the sin and guilt

     

    caressing is the highest stage of knowledge

     

    revelations are happening through caressing

     

    greatest discoveries are happening without money or guns through caressing

     

    caressing is forgiveness and farewell to the old man and old word

    dedicated to Bozidar Mandic who I met by chance on the crossroads near the “Horse” the same one from the other day

     

    HEY WRITING HEY – HEY THROUGH WRITING HEY

    1939. day
    23rd April 2010

    through walking I am Universe

     

    through dancing I am all beings

     

    through singing I and You

     

    through creation God

     

    writing is dangerous

     

    writing is salvation

     

    everything is dangerous

     

    everything is salvation

     

    flies are sunbathing

     

    half an hour ago after many years I’ve remembered that

    in my childhood I was collecting flies in one carton box

     

    I was plucking their wings so as they wouldn’t fly away

     

    I wasn’t feeling guilty because of that. I thought it was good for them too

     

    everybody I have caused pain have helped me to feel that I’m guilty for everything

     

    feeling guilty for everything helped me change myself and live and love everything

     

    flies I’m walking in your glory

     

    I feel quiet joy because You also feel You are guilty for everything

     

    I’m joyful because You also kiss everything

     

    while people are coming towards me on everybody’s face I see God

     

    everybody is God

     

    God is that everybody is God

     

    God kisses and everything is God

     

    who kisses is God

     

    she never managed to be in the centre of anybody’s world – one girl says to another

     

    swallows are flying through the skies

     

    grass is being cut in all places

     

    I’m enjoying big tree tops of the wild chestnut

     

    after the stones trees are the wisest creatures

     

    all creatures are stones as well as all beings are trees – wise as much as they kiss

     

    forgive me for every word of mine

     

    caress every word of mine

     

    affirm every word of mine

     

    I’m reading You – You are writing me

     

    through every particle we are kissing – we are kissing every particle

     

    I WILL CALL HIM MIROSLAV MANDIC

    1940. day
    24th April 2010

    decisions are liberating me from daydreaming and improvisation

     

    characteristic for decision is that it respects decisions of others

     

    decisions of righteousness

     

    particles of decision are made out of righteousness

     

    particles of decision are binding

     

    yesterday I picked up a stone from the ground so it would be my spiritual leader

     

    while writing this blessing I’m holding it in my left hand

     

    in this blessing the stone is in my right hand

     

    sometimes I will be writing with it

     

    it lies next to the Pup

     

    righteousness permeates all beings

     

    freedom is righteous

     

    truth is righteous

     

    I felt tranquillity on the road crossing. I turned around

    and saw the warmth in the old woman’s eyes

     

    joined loved

     

    I gave it to somebody and I never read it. I got it from its

    author and I would love to read it. few days ago I couldn’t find it in

    bookshops. I will now look in some other bookshops. Slobodan Tisma’s book Urvidek

     

    there is no Urvidek. why do publishers and bookshops

    exist if they don’t have Slobodan Tisma’s Urvidek

     

    I love pictures that think slowly and deeply

     

    I love that he loves things that he loves even though I don’t like those things

     

    I would like to take photos of the noses of all people. six billion noses of one picture

     

    two and a half year old boy is running after pigeons in the park

    when the pigeon flies the boy flinches really hard

     

    those who have made for years many people redundant

    are now very surprised by the fact that it is them that are redundant

     

    I’m not giving up also because of the rare ones who never gave up

     

    lasting enables creation

     

    creation celebrates lasting

     

    become what you are – somebody pasted the paper with these words on the metal

    post on which I lean on while waiting for the green light on the road crossing

     

    book is everywhere and book is everything

     

    it is so boring to listen to the people who are living form books how they moan

    about young people not reading books. they have forgotten how they have terrorised others with reading books

     

    sometimes famous people are moaning because the most important profession today

    is to be famous and anybody can be famous. in their time other things were more

    important and only they have been famous. all times are the same. spirit of

    time is terrorising everything that isn’t in the spirit of time and those who

    were terrorising others in their time are the ones that moan

     

    I just remembered two blessings that I wrote with the stone in my hands

     

    this morning I wished to give the stone – my spiritual leader – name

    but I didn’t know which one. now I felt I’ll call him Miroslav Mandic

     

    I bought two lettuces – May Queen – you need to be gentle

    with her like with a woman – vegetable selling woman told me

     

    round bread – 30 dinars

    tartar sauce – 70

    two lettuces – 120 dinars

    underlined – royal lunch

     

     

    I WILL CALL HIM MIROSLAV MANDIC

    1940. day
    24th April 2010

    decisions are liberating me from daydreaming and improvisation

     

    characteristic for decision is that it respects decisions of others

     

    decisions of righteousness

     

    particles of decision are made out of righteousness

     

    particles of decision are binding

     

    yesterday I picked up a stone from the ground so it would be my spiritual leader

     

    while writing this blessing I’m holding it in my left hand

     

    in this blessing the stone is in my right hand

     

    sometimes I will be writing with it

     

    it lies next to the Pup

     

    righteousness permeates all beings

     

    freedom is righteous

     

    truth is righteous

     

    I felt tranquillity on the road crossing. I turned around

    and saw the warmth in the old woman’s eyes

     

    joined loved

     

    I gave it to somebody and I never read it. I got it from its

    author and I would love to read it. few days ago I couldn’t find it in

    bookshops. I will now look in some other bookshops. Slobodan Tisma’s book Urvidek

     

    there is no Urvidek. why do publishers and bookshops

    exist if they don’t have Slobodan Tisma’s Urvidek

     

    I love pictures that think slowly and deeply

     

    I love that he loves things that he loves even though I don’t like those things

     

    I would like to take photos of the noses of all people. six billion noses of one picture

     

    two and a half year old boy is running after pigeons in the park

    when the pigeon flies the boy flinches really hard

     

    those who have made for years many people redundant

    are now very surprised by the fact that it is them that are redundant

     

    I’m not giving up also because of the rare ones who never gave up

     

    lasting enables creation

     

    creation celebrates lasting

     

    become what you are – somebody pasted the paper with these words on the metal

    post on which I lean on while waiting for the green light on the road crossing

     

    book is everywhere and book is everything

     

    it is so boring to listen to the people who are living form books how they moan

    about young people not reading books. they have forgotten how they have terrorised others with reading books

     

    sometimes famous people are moaning because the most important profession today

    is to be famous and anybody can be famous. in their time other things were more

    important and only they have been famous. all times are the same. spirit of

    time is terrorising everything that isn’t in the spirit of time and those who

    were terrorising others in their time are the ones that moan

     

    I just remembered two blessings that I wrote with the stone in my hands

     

    this morning I wished to give the stone – my spiritual leader – name

    but I didn’t know which one. now I felt I’ll call him Miroslav Mandic

     

    I bought two lettuces – May Queen – you need to be gentle

    with her like with a woman – vegetable selling woman told me

     

    round bread – 30 dinars

    tartar sauce – 70

    two lettuces – 120 dinars

    underlined – royal lunch

     

     

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