Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

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

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 went outside. threw out the garbage. looked at the sky and saw three swallows

yellow dandelions between the asphalt and the wall

thrown away peanut shells

I’m going to get a haircut. I had my last haircut on 6^th October. I love rhythms

magnolia flowers are falling off. drying on the asphalt

I think good for good thoughts

I’m walking on top of my feet for good thoughts

I’m smiling at grass for good thoughts

I admire everybody who exposes themselves to the others

warm greetings to the contestants of reality show The Farm that I watch with pleasure every evening

I love the fact that You also love every particle

yellow dandelions are irresistible

on my way to the barber I pass the wooden fence

through the passage that is completely covered in greenery

I got my haircut. I feel the wind around my ears

lettuce seller tricked me in a following way. several people was

buying the lettuce. I bought three each costing twenty dinars. he didn’t have

change to give me back so he sent his wife to brake the note. when the woman returned

I gave him two hundred dinars and reminded him sixty dinars. energetically and politely

he gave me back fifty dinars and said you will give me ten dinars some other time

that’s how he confused me and didn’t give back hundred dinars more

lettuce is fabulous

I’m thankful to the seller because I’m writing these blessings

I thank him because he warned me that I should be more concentrated while buying and

that I should think of some way how to prevent this happening again

because it started to happen

I wink at the lettuce seller because of the skill with which

he passed the ball through my legs

I wink at him because made a donkey out of me and

it feels good to see that I’m a donkey too

that for a lot of things I don’t have skills but

that in the end I don’t care for any kind of skill

people are so afraid of not being fooled that they are not aware how school or state

makes fools of themselves to the unbearable extend – by stimulating

their desires and vanities

I’m grateful to mister lettuce seller because for a moment he cut off my vanity and that’s

worth much more than ninety dinars which he didn’t give me back

or hundred and eighty dinars as the haircut cost

by being afraid of being ridiculed we become huge donkeys

my swallow I love You since you agree with being ridiculed

my elephant I love You since You agreed

thousand and six hundred times to be a donkey

donkey of eternal youth

beloved Robert Bresson

I just wash the lettuce and don’t put any spices over it

wind is bending the grass over

sun is drying my washed bed linen

kissing just kissing

Gimpel the Fool

buds buds of good thoughts

wind in the lilacs

I wink the jauntiness to You

it’s the same in the depth of ocean and the depth of Universe

life starts every moment through goodness

You don’t even know for a lot of those that are kissing You

people discover themselves in their children – grandchildren – great grandchildren

I do it in God-You-all beings and creation

God-You-all beings and my poem it is all the same

a throat of modesty

careful eyes

wind in the lilacs – lilacs within me

I wink You

hundred walkings – 1.304 kilometres – 1.863.923 steps

numbers – swarms of loyalty

I hear the wind – leaves of magnolia are trembling

I’m walking slowly and watching the leaves

You don’t live from leaves – You are immortal from leaves

depth is founding its peace in surface – surface is finding its inspiration in depth

ocean have yawned in the jaws of this dog

I am an airport of goodness. all beings are taking off towards the goodness from me

lilacs lilacs lilacs

I’m singing with heels within the soul of every being

when I jauntily turn my head and look on anything

I immediately clean myself from the necessity

through kissing I join the trees that constantly kiss all beings

wind is in my shirt

I saw You already fading – pink rose – in Knez Danilova street

rose singers – my embraces

silent streets full of trees are temples of one and only city religion

I’m walking – this is the role of the wind in liberation of people from history

I’m walking – this is the history of winds within the joy of all beings

while I was saying this blessing I could have been hit by a taxi since I went along the green light

I saw across the street and I overlooked the red light on the isle of the pedestrian crossing

encounter of words clarifies that words are by their nature an encounter

at the end of the hundred walking I saw first red roses buds of this year

Without opening your door,

I’m moved – I’m thinking of water that flows into another water

I’m still moved – I’m thinking of the goodness that is flowing into another goodness

feeling of being moved doesn’t stop – I love when the word flows

flows into the word flows

I’m all for good words and all words are good

cold air in a sunny day

interesting is everything that is for me and not what is interesting

would doctors love if all people were well

would those who produce weapons love if there was no war

creation is constant merging – merging of nonexistent

I’m walking and eating cream cake – come whenever You like for a cream cake

you really knocked it out. way to go. eat it from your soul – an old loafer

told me when he saw me eating my cream cake with such pleasure

I’m happy because of the photo I will put on the web site with Ruzica’s permission

I wish to call somebody and tell them that but the dice tells me not to call anybody

I unbutton my shirt on the sun. in the shade I button it up

some of the buttons I should sew on again with a thread

the beauty of this sweet cherry tree has stopped me so as I would look at it in peace

I bought olive oil – just to let You know

with the lake of every blessing I guard You

I kiss You in everything

through everything I give myself to You

by kissing You – I’m kissing everything. by kissing everything – I’m kissing You

I feel You in my hips

You are the joy in the small of my back

one acquaintance – now prize winning writer – looked away

when he saw me. I’m grateful to him because he saved me from unnecessary words

hundred meters afterwards I bumped into

Jaroslav Draslar. we were happy to see each other

I love the fact that I met You Jaroslav

I’m watching her how she is leaning against the wall of the hairdressing salon

with the cigarette in her hand and watching the woman who is crossing the street

with the child in her arms

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first hot day of the year

I’m tired but this street roaming relaxes me

it’s magnificent this leg after leg moving ahead

days of thirst are beginning

yesterday I cut into the nail on the left hand with a knife

so now I keep on catching the clothes with it

I’m thirsty. I’m sleepy. I’m worn out. I don’t have what to write about

the fact that I don’t have what to write about is exciting

it’s even more exciting that I’ll be writing even though I don’t have what to write about

there will be some strength even though I don’t have any

beauty won’t deceive me the same way I’m not deceiving it

yesterday’s joys have worn me out

joys have been working for me – now I’m working for joys

I don’t have any joy at the moment but that is a great joy as well

I took a photo of myslef next to the graffiti

I’m ashamed, therefore I exist

because I respect it’s author

baby potatoes are soon going to come

I love everyone who is a potato to somebody else

who is a lettuce to the lettuce

beans to beans

rest to rest

life lives from the other

love lives for the other

I picked up a round pebble from the street

not a single stone has a heart of stone

the wisdom of the stones advises everybody that their hart shouldn’t be out of stone

stones are calm

stones are quiet

whoever threw a stone on somebody else they didn’t throw

a stone but themselves and they also hit themselves

stone is everything to me and I am everything to the stone

stones see everything and everybody but others rarely see them

that’s why they are so calm

many people behave as if everybody is watching only them

and that’s why people are not calm

many people do everything to be watched and they live out of that

I bought two lettuces and picked up one radish of the ground

when I enter the Nest I take out everything from my pockets. I wash my hands and face

I soak the lettuce in a big pot. I sit in front of the computer and I download

all blessings from the Dictaphone. I send them to Violeta to edit

and Ivana to translate them. I take a shower...

then it’s time for the lettuce