Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I’m walking like millions of human beings that were walking

all these millions of years

in my youth I thought I won’t be able to live if I’m not able to jump

into the water all my life but then I didn’t know of the beauty of walking

a woman put the leave on her nose

so that it doesn’t get burnt on the sun

with this spoon you can take a bit of life and drink to the sweet eternity

Miroslav Mandic you shine up on me with your modesty

an old gentleman is coming closer to the wall. an old

madam is watching the roses that she is passing by

make me richer with your life – says life to every being

on these steps in the woods I was the snow last winter

if I wasn’t living through God You poem

I would have lived through God You poem

sun is on my bare back

skin is the way towards You

while I’m picking my way through the macadam over which I’m walking

in my Croc’s shoes I’m thinking of canoes in which I was sailing in my childhood over the calm sea

I feel You sea

through the sun and bare skin I’m on the seaside

I kiss the vestals and monks of all religions

I kiss the vestals and monks of all virtues and ideals

I kiss the vestals and monks of minerals and plants

I kiss the vestals and monks of animals and spirits of nature

I kiss the vestals and monks of people and their customs

I kiss the vestals and monks of higher intelligences

that bring about smiles on our faces

I kiss the vestals and monks of one and only God

I kiss the vestals and monks because they

constantly kiss and guard all beings

I bow down to the puddles on the forest path

with this spoon you can scoop up a bit of will

with which you will encourage yourself to constantly rejoice others

if anybody asks about me I’ll tell them all about myself

if somebody asks about me tell them

that I’ve just kneeled and kissed the ground

kiss the ground and You will

ground smells of putrefaction and constant birth giving

if somebody asks about me tell them that You have kneeled down

for the first time in Your life for the joy of all beings

if somebody asks about me tell them that You have

for the first time on Your knees kissed all beings

if somebody asks about me tell them that

flies are flying in front of me on the forest path

if somebody asks about me tell them that I can’t live without You

if somebody asks about me tell them that I don’t live but I’m

singing and kissing Him

I

wash Your face with water

smell You through soil

breath You in through air

kiss You by light

saying sorry makes up for everything – I said to the cobbler

who said he’s sorry because he didn’t finish sewing my sandals yesterday

more and more a lot of the sensations remind me of sensations I already experienced

bees are drinking water from the remaining puddles on the path

hey remaining puddles

I find Wittgenstein’s last sentence tell them I’ve lived a

wonderful life more and more wonderful since I also live such a life

grass within me

through my nerves leaves are shimmering

with my steps I’m knitting the silence

with my groin I’m kissing the road

kiss my thighs

You meander down my spine

if we understand each other in one we will understand each other in everything

if we love-kiss each other in one we will love-kiss each other in everything

if we live for the one the one will live for us

if we love-kiss the same the same will love-kiss us

if we kneel down together we will be one

I picked up a blue stone hot from the sun and I’m holding it on my belly

it’s nice to see two guys on the road having a conversation

when I don’t expect anything everything that is already is here

a woman was coming towards me. on the half of the path a dog barked

the woman picked a stick up of the ground. frightened the dog

that’s where we parted and finished our story

I’m sitting at my desk

I’m sweating

listening to rockabilly

I’m drinking Boban Generalovic’s wine

I am the sun and grapes in that wine and blood of all-love

the blood of all-love love-kisses blood circulation that permeates all beings

orgasms are circulating the blood of consciousness

that is cleaning the Universe from emotional laziness

orgasms of creation are fucking the creation of orgasms

with yellow water flowers – don’t weary on us fucking – don’t give up orgasm of recovery

You

do

me

enjoy in Yourself – You are adored

in one moment I become You

in next moment You become I

Your absence is so physical

o

ouch

h

ouch

my friend

just

kiss

her

her

I’m waiting for You with these sentences

eight

I kiss the pussy of every being that at this moment is giving birth to a body of love

I kiss the only pussy

are first three words of the Hymn of All Beings

wash me up with Your tongue

is one of the three songs that I wrote yesterday in the Red Notebook

waves are smashing on the rocks

rolling stones are stoning the rolling

I never have enough – I’ve had enough

I’m enjoying the unspoken

I’m silent – I’m walking – I’m kissing

with my back I lean on a tree I lift up left leg and I lean it as well on

the tree and I’m calmly waiting in the shade for the green light to come on

whenever I go on with some nonsense I feel how existence is rejoicing

universality of a word is found in every word

every word speaks about everything

history of transiency and transiency of history

paradox of history and history of paradox

of his history about her and absence of her history about him

history of history about history of history

history of crimes about the crime of history

history is the peak of tacit

I believe in history of those that don’t believe in histories of last ten thousand years

the one who winks is the history – I wink at the winker of history

I learned more about sex from Foucault’s sex than from his History of Sexuality

I’m sniffing

o

o h m

m

I’m singing along

love is constantly sniffing the hymn of all beings

and is singing it along to everybody’s heart

56161^st blessing of mine – I’m drinking rakia

56162^nd blessing of mine – I’m very sad

56163^rd blessing of mine – I’m very much alone

56164^th blessing of mine – I’m rejoicing because I’m drinking rakia

56165^th blessing of mine – I’m rejoicing because I’m writing that I’m very sad

56166^th blessing of mine – I’m writing that I’m very much alone

56167^th blessing of mine – that is as it is. that should be endured. that should be kissed

56168^th blessing of mine – every particle of dust celebrates my loneliness

56169^th blessing of mine – dried out boards on the opened doors

are celebrating my despair

56170^th blessing of mine – doors without comeback from

the misery of the city poor are supporting me being completely pissed off

56171^st blessing of mine – abandoned little shop I kiss Your sweat

56172^nd blessing of mine – big old linden tree on the corner

You are the smell of Chubura

56173^rd blessing of mine – You turtledove nested on the top of the concrete pillar

56174^th blessing of mine – You car tire in the abandoned car shop

56175^th blessing of mine – You only left over rose in the dried out rose-bush

56176^th blessing of mine – honourable people are gathering

cardboard boxes on scrappy cart

56177^th blessing of mine – wind You are rattling the torn off poster

56178^th blessing of mine – high grass next to the gray tin fence

56179^th blessing of mine – painted bricks around little window

56180^th blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia so that I would survive

my and the despair of all despairs

56181^st blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia and I believe

that I’ll survive the despair

56182^nd blessing of mine –I’m drinking You rakia so that I wouldn’t

deceive anybody in our name

56183^rd blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia because I love Firchi of my youth

56184^th blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia because it’s dangerous to love Firchi

56185^th blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia because I believe in overdrives

therefore in Firchi’s as well

56186^th blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia and I wish love to Firchi

in his second life

56187^th blessing of mine – I’m drinking You Johnny Cash who are acctually singing

Big River

56188^th blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia because the irony has drunk

the brain of the cleaver ones

56189^th blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia because parental love is deceiving

the virtues of their children

I have never met people who became better people after becoming parents

56190^th blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia because You rakia

are surrendering to me deeply

56191^st blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia so that I would never give up

56192^nd blessing of mine – I’m drinking You rakia because I believe that I will

transform sadness into joy

fifty six thousand hundred and ninety third

blessing

of

mine

I’m

drinking

you

immortal

love

creates

immortal

life

I’m more and more sad and more and more thankful for every word by which I kiss You – You and all beings –

Goddess and family of mine

I’m walking

I’ve bent

my

head down

to Bekim Fehmiu

I’m sitting

at

the table

tears

are

glaring

Bekim Fehmiu

Glaring and Horrifying

glaringness of the decision

glaringness of glaringness

I’m

exhausted

thread

is glaring

I’m trembling

everything

that

isn’t

everything

is

dead

with sky

I’m protecting

the earth

my

innocence

is

free

I love the sentence when it is

wrapped

and

turned

into

beauty

while I’m taking a photo of the remaining plane tree on the Boulevard for which

people are fighting and with which they are fighting I see that it is

a plane tree number 198

I lighten up because every week I write 198 blessings

each

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

Saturday

33

blessings

trees

of

number

198

life

for six years now I’ve been living and working with number 198

I’m dancing and singing through numbers

I gurgle-buzz-through-numbers

I’m counting trams

I’m counting fucks

I’m fucking with the immortal one – immortality to all beings

198 blessings for 198^th plane tree

coincidences happen more and more to me

encounters

identifying

simultaneous same-identifying

yearning wants to yearn

love wants to love-kiss

all paths are just one path

here

it is

just

go on

it’s

a wing

it’s

concurrence

let’s enjoy

in each other

I’m going into writing

there is no postponing

Violeta will soon come to help me in packing

hundred folders 21x30 cm

around forty fascicles

six folders for smaller drawings

nine folders for a bit bigger drawings

two big folders for big drawings

four tin boxes with running shoes of the Rose of Wandering

ten or so boxes with pictures

another five or six packages with works

nearly two hundred packages with my books

four plastic bags my clothes

two desks

chair for work

three mounting shelves

some nick-knacks from the desk and off the desk

nick-knacks from the floor altar

nick-knacks from the window altar

computer

Branko Popovic will move some of it by car on Sunday

Dejan the carrier will come with two workers on Monday

Jelena Besir will help me during the moving out

and will stay afterwards to clean up a bit the apartment

Violeta Jovanovic will be helping me during the moving into

the Nest on Ban’s Hill

the most important is that right away on Monday

internet works and that the links on my website are not missing

I’m walking – Violeta is packing

I’m theorising the relocation

I’m relocating disagreement into agreement

through agreeing I’m contemplating

I’m contemplating love

I’m kissing contemplation

I’m thinking of the great work of Bekim Fehmiu

who created from 1987 to 2010 through refusing to be a part of

the lie and evil and didn’t agree with misusing his acting talent

every day is a struggle for every day

life loves to be love-kissed

life loves to love-kiss

it’s pouring with rain

Vesna gave me the keys from the Nest

everything that anybody needs is love

I am love

I love to love

I love to be loved

Miroslav Mandic loves me – I love Miroslav Mandic

I love rain – rain loves me

I am love and who are You

if You love-kiss – we are the same

I don’t do anything else but love-kiss

I love-kiss freedom – freedom of love-kissing

I love-kiss everyone who surrenders to the other

God I love-kiss You – love-kiss me Miroslav Mandic – says God to me

through love-kissing I’m God

I love

the one who loves me is loved

the one who loves is justified

Miroslav Mandic couldn’t live if he didn’t love me – love

he would have killed himself if he wasn’t loving – but

Miroslav Mandic same as me love-kisses those who kill themselves

so that they could carry on love-kissing

my friend – You are one – my friend

one is our wife

one is my husband

I am love – my words are love-kissing

I am one woman – woman to all men

one man – man to all women

I am woman-man to all women-men

I am love to everybody’s love

I am love and my love and Miroslav Mandic’s love are

the same and the one and only love

love-kiss

I love-kiss

love-kiss

I love-kiss You

at the last moment I love-kiss the piece of the first moment

last time at the desk in the Little Flat in which I have

worked and lived from 1^st December 2006 till today

I’m watching the green football pitch in front of my window

20:21

I’m sitting in front of my TV. I’m drinking wine. I’m dictating to Violeta

I’m exhausted. yesterday it took me and Branko two journeys to move all my belonings

and today I done one more trip with Dejan and his workers

in new Nest still chaotic. and it will be for next couple of days

I’m happy because the moving was successful. but I’m

sad because I don’t have the internet and I didn’t put anything on my website

I don’t even know if I’ll manage to do it next few days

that’s inability that makes me sad – inability which I accept

wine is very soothing

Jelena Violeta Branko Dejan and his workers are so soothing

heroes of my moving

I went to the internet café. my laptop is not reacting to the wireless internet

even though I don’t know who the twenty or so people who

visit my site every day I miss them anyways

we are a kind of wireless connection

just through heart

one heart

I feel nice writing blessings. I do that better

than moving furniture even though I did a good job of moving

sweat was soaking my t-shirts

I was hoping to wash dirty t-shirts in a washing machine but it’s not working yet either

I made a bed from books

length – 9 packages

width – 3 packages

height – 4 packages

a bed out of 108 packages of books

here I just discovered that there is no hot water either

I was pissed off but it is so sweet. goes under the moving

in couple of days it will all be fine. until then it’s my goal

not to get pissed off. but rather to enjoy everything I don’t do

it’s rather incredible how blessings always work

word calamity is more beautiful than the calamity itself

it’s also interesting to wash yourself with cold water

it’s all the ball that I’m creating and writing

through which I’m circling already sixth year now

wine is slowly disappearing. day is slowly going by

in these moments the summer is beginning

longest day in the year. gentle outset towards the winter

God is male fucker

God is fucking

God is female fucker

heavy pleasure and silence

fucked

18:42

today as well the whole day in chaos

tiding up the working room and room with my work

today as well I couldn’t do anything in internet cafés

airplanes are flying over Ban’s Hill

fly dashing ones

I got wet in the rain and I was sad because I didn’t out put anything on my website

yesterday nor today

but I felt nice outside

rain drops on grass blades

faces of all people here are unknown to me

tonight as well I’m drinking wine in order to survive the sorrow

even though I’m even more sad after the wine

I’m thinking of the Fernando Pessoa’s drunkenness

happily sad

until a moment ago I was listening to Billie Holiday now I’m listening to Cesaria Evora

I remember how I loved certain women

loneliness is so sexual

I’m listening to Charles Mingus

I’m excited by good beings

I’m tired – my eyes are closing

I have on my desk three live-forever plants that Vesna Lopicic gave me

I can hear the rain – I’m with myself

knowing that somebody will read my words when I put them on the

internet makes the words sexy paths and unfuckable bridges

I peeled off two cucumbers with the potato peeler

I sliced four tomatoes

bread. a bag of tartar sauce. a bag of mayonnaise and loyal margarine

are waiting for me

wine is giving strength – I’m loyal to ecstasies

yearning is a skin that wants to set itself free of itself

light-like sexuality

great lovers – consciousness and conscience

I love-kiss you my work desks

I am the presence of all beings that have ever lived

I am all younglings that is getting born at this moment

I just love-kiss You – fuck me God fuck me

wow how beautiful it is – beauty I’ll never betray You

wow how good it is – good I will constantly love-kiss You

1999^th day of Miroslav Mandic book is expiring

I just got a call from mister Srdjan Valjarevic who wanted to see how I was and to wish me all the best

two thousand days ago I started to write Miroslav Mandic book

I didn’t get half way yet

in the spring of next year I will be half way

morning of the two thousandth day is passing in hope that today in my ex Little Flat

that is empty I will be able to put things on the web-site from Monday and Tuesday

I’m in the Little Flat. on the internet. I hope that I’ll be in the position

to put things on the web-site

I will be assisting myself like this until next Sunday when the new Nest gets the

modem for internet and until washing machine starts working and hot water running

I will be coming here in the Little Flat every day to put things on the web-site

then I will be sending them to Ivana in Scotland for translation

although that also will be a bit late

I’ve put it. I’m relieved...

18:42

I’m tired from walking over the city hills

I walked with Jelena Besir from Ada to the Red Cross

I stepped into the mud after the hippodrome. we have passed through the greenery

full of rich houses. we picked up apricots from the ground. we lost the blue shirt

I’m tired from going up-hills. that will be from now on – to cross them patiently

I’m more peaceful because I managed to put things on the web-site

Robin helped me

machines are such good and servile creatures

days are flying by

two thousand days in creating a book

it’s a white book – a book of red strawberries

a book of all beings – a book of pebbles – God’s book

a book that constantly twirls and kisses

a book that fucks with all beings

a book prayer

i just love You

everything I say – book sings. everything that book says – I am

thighs in thighs – swear-words in prayers

I think of all horses that have transported people and their needs for thousands of years

I kiss every mare and every horse

I am a mare – a horse and a mare within me

I am a horse – a mare and a horse within me

it was very exciting to write this sexy book these two thousand days

everybody who love-kisses rocks

I think of letting somebody know about it but as always I don’t have who to do it with

because there is nobody I believe even more in You my beloved

if I could hyperlink it I would have hyperlinked John Hammond who I’m listening to

hyperlink me beloved

female singers are the most loyal male fuckers

male singers are the most loyal female fuckers

female fuckers vestals. male fuckers wanderers

vestals and wanderers are five and a half year old children of two thousandth day

female fuckers and male fuckers

of

joy

health

freedom

transformation

loyalty

love

creation

miracle happened and it’s called Two Thousand and One Days

even though I never met people who become better people after becoming parents

I constantly live from the love of the grass that love-kiss with all-parental love

stones love-kiss to the pain

kisses love-kiss to the resurrection

unnoticed love-kiss through the music of bonding

bonding is one and only breathing through which Universe love-kisses God

I started going towards the Little Flat. I’m mentally tired

one-two years ago I’ve noticed I’m weakening mentally

instead in one pocket I put something in another

instead putting this thing here and that one over there I inverse it

all that worries me a bit but it also makes me laugh

while I’m walking it’s a lot better

in the new Nest things are different and they’re still not functioning which disturbs me

I’ll need some time to get used to the new routes and routines that will guard me

this time through the woods to the Topcider graveyard gives me strength

for few days now I haven’t prayed

I haven’t been stretching myself nor working out

reality has caught me and spun me

prayer don’t leave me

Two Thousand and One Days is a brother of One Thousand and One Nights

I always wanted to have an older sister

now that I became Two Thousand and One Days

One Thousand and One Nights is my older sister

One Thousand and One Nights are stories. Two Thousand and One Days is a poem

we will lose a million kilos of nerves and we won’t do anything – says one man to another

worker is cutting the grass on the football pitch

I feel nice in the empty apartment

there is 9 kilometres and six hundred meters from the Nest to the Little Flat

I walked two hours and ten minutes

when I put things on the web-site there is as much back

I’m tired but I’ll feel good going back because I’ll just walk

I won’t be thinking of anything because I’ve put everything on the web-site

I’ll enjoy the sister

I’ll be a good brother to her

kiss my brain

I’m repeating like old trees

through the tranquillity of thousand years old trunks

forests

forest

forests

through every

little hair

of yours

forests are foresting through every decision

I’m looking forward to the new Nest

this is the first indistinct invitation for a new Nest

I am a path

I’m on the path. there is nobody

chaos of the moving is lesser and immediately I feel better in my head

I’m constantly walking towards You

I’m constantly walking within You

You are constantly walking towards me

You are constantly walking within me

we are walking

immortal we are walking immortality

yesterday my beggar woman Ruzica told me that Sanja has finished first grade

she was excellent with only one B since she didn’t know how to write number one

here I’d love to have a car like this so that I can crash into those who get on

my nerves – a mannish girl says to her girl friend

this walking to the Little Flat with the laptop on my shoulder

is the service to the words and web-site

admiration for the movers

I think of the bag carriers

I admire people who are doing hard labour

I think of burlaks who were pulling the ships

I bought a cheap clock for the room so that I can see it from the bed. from the seller

I also got a wire with which I’ll hang the frame for a mirror that I’ll buy on my way back

I’d love to buy a juicer to make juices from fruit and vegetables every day

instead of the lunches

juice

eye

lips

I’m looking forward to You

I’m looking at Your face

You are the part of my words that are writing to You

something so simple every word... every face... is telling about

tranquillity of heart

I always wanted to be You

becoming You I became I

You want to become I and that’s how You become I

I is Yours and mine sex

we are joined in I

we are love-kissed in I

we are everything in I

we are God in I

we are Goddess in I

we are one God in I

through God You are my Goddess my God

I’m walking with Your bones

I is mine as much as it is Yours

Yours as much as is the burnt match

I love to write so much that the whole Universe is enjoying in Your reading

Universe adores tame ones

all beings are surrendering to the supple ones

rivers are flowing towards seas

waves are kissing particles

particles are particles

while I’m entering the Nest building on Ban’s Hill. while I’m staying in the Nest. while I’m

working and listening to music – a bit louder – of the beloved Bud

I wouldn’t like to hurt anybody

just be – You are the most beautiful woman

I dreamt about You just before the dawn my beloved

through You I’m created

Your spine is my blood

Your yearning is my freedom

Your juices are my drink

Your life is my art

Your death is immortal love that is resurrecting all beings

Your death is eternal life of beauty and kindness through which all beings are living

I live because I died and I’m dying within You

You are singing me – I am a poem

You are love-kissing – I am love

hug each other hug

sex

path

innocent ones

those dedicated to all beings

those loyal to the life itself through the sex of life

don’t kill my sex – You are killing my life

don’t be killing Yourself – You are killing your sex

I kiss Your fears with which You are hurting me

I kiss Your aggressiveness through which You humiliate me

I kiss Your yearning for domination through which You annul me

I kiss Your struggle with Yourself through which I forgive You everything

pebble

I kiss You pebble

I’m walking for Tom Gotovac

through this walking Tom didn’t die on Friday

but he resurrects through the nakedness of every being

I’m walking slowly on this warm cloudy day

alone for everybody

save me in Your pussy my beloved

dedicated to Amra who backed me up in swearing

swearing – holly caressing

celebrate me with Your pussy

dedicated to innocence

Your pussy is my museum

Your pussy is my library

Your pussy is my Nest

save my yearning for You in Your beautiful pussy

I wouldn’t have existed if I wasn’t celebrating Your pussy

I wouldn’t be singing if I wasn’t creating a garden of love from Your pussy

Universe is the pussy of all beings

I want only You

I yearn only for You

only through You I am

I am a gigolo to all beings

gigolo through joy

gigolo through health

gigolo through freedom

gigolo through transformation

gigolo through loyalty

gigolo through love

gigolo through success

gig

God

miracle

particle

sings

this

poem

particles are transferring love through waves

last night the cable internet didn’t start working but

Rore helped me so I got connected through the AirPort

it was a relief to see photos that are coming to me through Netwibes programme

it was such a pleasure to listen to the music through iTunes

but the greatest joy gave me the neighbour on whose doors I knocked

to tell her that I hope my music listening won’t disturb her and she said

politely that they have a baby but that I shouldn’t worry

but from this morning nobody is using their wireless internet so I could not connect

that disturbed me and immediately

I forgot to turn off the ring on the stove after making a tea

I’m going to the Little Flat to give the keys back to Slavica Generalovic

a man in the parked car is drinking juice

noticing the other sets me free from myself

complications with internet have tired me out

human society abuses the life itself

I just parted from Slavica Generalovic. I thought

that Slavica will give me back 250 Euros deposit that I gave her

before getting into the apartment but according to Slavica I owe her another 75

I think she is not right. I’ll give her the money tomorrow

I proved myself once more – I don’t have a clue about this kind of life

fool within me help me bare all these humiliations

on the crossroads I tripped and I could have fallen under the car

people are justifying their selfishness and crudeness

with their kids that they have to feed and educate

I’m lifting my head towards the wind – I’m kissing all beings

in all beings are their kids as well and in

their kids there is nobody but them and their kids

I’m thanking the temptations because they are encouraging my tranquillity

I kiss You tranquil ones You have been and You are still saving the word

with Your tranquillity

I just remembered how in my childhood I was taking hard problems which

we had with the landlord and the landlord with us. that scared me and I was disgusted

with that. that is one of the things that made me choose

the poetical dwelling in this world

I wink at the ball which I’m throwing in the air

everything I do and I am is so that I could kiss and create something to all beings

most of the people are so that they could work and make money

if children would know that many of their parents are doing harm so that they could

feed and educate them many kids would escape their parents

or they would kill themselves

people say that evolution is taking place over the strong ones but it’s even more obvious

that it is propagated by the strong

God-becoming becomes through kissing

19:31

I’ve been told that the internet repairman will come in the afternoon. I’m waiting for him

all the time but he’s still not here. I can’t connect through the wireless

and I didn’t buy any food because I wanted internet to be fixed first

desperate humour – humour of despair

I bought food

God knows what is all of this good for

I kiss the runaway kids

20:58 – I connected through wireless

today on the fifth kilometre I will get to the

2000^th kilometre of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

10:22

I drank two coffees. put on the site residual English translations – from this morning

I’m connected through the wireless. I’m lost. I still didn’t draw 64 Buds and Blue Rose

I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed to curl up and at least renew a bit...

13:10

...I’m outside. slowed down. broken

as always when it’s hard the most important thing is that I don’t betray

not to forget that a lot of others have it a lot harder

not to wound and tear up the fragility

I’m slowly going through the park and watching people

I’m starting to love-kiss them and I already feel a lot better

it’s warm and this wind is pleasant

bees are flying around the tree top of the big linden tree

I’m walking pass the Ada beach. the smell of almond oil is spreading from the

bodies of the female swimmers

I made the photo of the step on the two thousandth kilometre

I’m thinking of the photo of Frantz Kafka on the beach and his

need to be happy and fears that were constantly following him

I rejoiced the clouds that I saw on the windscreen of the big truck

19:38

I’m on the internet. repairmen came. they connected me. I’m happy like a child

smell of the washed laundry is spreading from the balcony through the open

window on which I yesterday put the mosquito net

Rockabilly Radio fills my heart. happy child is the home to the runaway kids

runaway kids are the wanderers of light

runaway kids are calming down the brains of the adult

runaway kids are writing these words

June is passing by

hey – hey You – we have crossed two thousand out of forty

thousand kilometres of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

last night while selling me the herbal cheese the sales-woman

asked is today more or less than yesterday. yesterday was 195 and today

220 grams I answered and said thank you for remembering me

she is one of the first ones to welcome me on Ban’s Hill

grass is welcoming

I love-kiss You love

this is a celebration of the gentleman at the desk light up by the computer screen

light while one ant is making him company going between the letters on his keyboard

ant

sanctity

signal of the immortality

every heart contains the heart of the other being

every mind contains the mind of all beings

this evening I was writing in ant’s language

June has passed

with these words Arthur Rimbaud is resurrecting

writing is resurrecting

writing is love that writes itself

writing is humiliation through which poetry is feeding itself

humiliation love-kisses through poetry

humiliated are singing most fuckably

I’ve always wanted to write only what are writing all of those who are writing

this fuckable this

with this one

I’m passing through Topcider graveyard. the smell

and the heat remind me of 15^th August 1958

I lifted both hands and I’m touching the leaves underneath which I’m passing

exhaustions with heat are beginning. maybe I’ll swim for the first time tomorrow

one step is my fin second step is my wing

I swim walk fly

water earth air

I put my hand on the Atlantic ocean on my little globe

ocean me

through these words Lautreamont resurrects

through these words killed ones resurrect

youth is running through the veins of existence

existence is feeding of the sacrificed youth

Universe love-kisses those who are not betraying it

apricots are ripening

I am loyalty

just you look at me and get inside of me I am the river that is flowing for You

I am the bud of new money – flowering of the orgasmic economy

orgasm is freedom – source and confluence of orgasm

orgasmic economy is an economy of transformation

grass blade

two grass blades

path and clouds

life lives through death

life resurrects through love

through these words Otto Weininger is resurrecting

nobody so far hasn’t started to believe me – that is so sad – that is so liberating

alone

to everybody

to everything

I came down from the hill. I’m going through the woods. this is the

shortest way to Ada. a lake around which I will often be walking

this privilege to walk besides the water with bare chest

I dedicate to the ones who are imprisoned in hospitals madhouses and jails

I was in the water – I was in God

I’m sitting at the desk – I’m in God

always in God. always with God. always God

I walked 14.7 kilometres. sun and water have drained me

I crossed Sava on the boat and went there and back

walked around the lake

I will go every day to swim – that is the great

duty – being in water – love-kissing the water and celebrating it

I use every moment to enjoy God

I enjoy writing – writing enjoys me

I’m wiping Bud’s screen with a cloth

I love word screen

I am a screen on freedom – freedom lives in hearts of the threatened ones

every word of mine is filling the batteries of the down in ones

every word of mine is protection to the marked ones

every word of mine is protection of the outlaws

every word of mine is protection of exactly this humour

I saw one chicken today

being in the water is a way towards the air

being in the air is a way towards the light

being in the light is the way towards the trembles of my body

through which I’m listening to this song

I also saw ten or so goats

I saw a big cut tree trunk

I saw few lonesome women and several lonesome men

I am a builder of the rocket ramps in the heart of every being

poem is setting art free of non-freedom

art is setting poem free of servility

I picked up two pebbles for two new altars in the Nest

that would be it – sanctuary of meaningless

that would be it – it that is everything