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    ART IS LIFE WITH THE ART OF SAYINGS-PROVERBS-PRINCIPLES

    1971. day
    25th May 2010

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    one is the master of an unspoken word and the slave of the spoken one

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    I said and I saved my soul

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    I believe in order to understand

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    knock and it will open

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    man is happy as much as he-she can make others happy

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    if you wish to be happy you must live hidden

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    to the one that can wait everything comes in time

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    not a single rule is without an exception

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    by the manner mild and in the essence unyielding

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    courage wins not multitude

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    life is the struggle for life

     

    Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles

    a thousand mile road begins with one step

     

    with the first step

     

    with blue steps

     

    with the sun on the naked feet

     

    I’m walking for the killed rebellion leaders in all rebellions

     

    rebellion is sometimes the only hope

     

    rebellion is sometimes the only life

     

    sometimes only the rebellion against life saves life

     

    I’m walking slowly and gently – I rebelled against impatience within me

     

    I’m walking even slower – I rebelled against the feeling of loneliness

    because I know I’m not alone

     

    every day I rebel against myself – every day I calm down in the rebellion

     

    every day I rise in the uprising

     

    uprising against staleness and habitualness

     

    it’s nice when I have something to say and I say it

     

    it’s nice when I have something to say and I don’t say it

     

    it’s nice when I don’t have what to say and I say it

     

    it’s nice when I don’t have what to say and I start singing it

     

    rhythms

     

    rhythms. repeated rhythms

     

    rhythms. same rhythms. different rhythms

     

    rhythms. same rhythms. different rhythms. same and different rhythms

     

    I winked. I just winked. I haven’t for a while. it was pleasant

     

    ART IS ALISSA BUCOLIN

    1972. day
    26th May 2010

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    heroes of the book Strait is the Gate that lives within me for forty years already

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    from the day when out of the love for one another

    we had a premonition of something better than love

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    I exist only with him

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    while I was still a child, I wanted, already only because of him, to

    be beautiful. it seems to me that I was always longing for perfection

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    oh! to be able to pull our two souls simultaneously with the strength of love, above love

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    the path you are leading us Lord, is narrow

    it’s narrow so as two people could go side by side

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    will I know how to show myself the way I decided to be,

    so as his love could renounce me

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    Jerome! my friend, you, who I still call

    my brother, but who I love infinitely more than a brother

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    I love very much to listen how he calls my name. I’ll put my hand

    into his. I will lean my forehead on his shoulder. I will breathe next to him

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    my God, you know very well that I cannot love you without him

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    tired as if I was very old, my soul remained strangely childish. I’m still that little girl

    who couldn’t fall asleep until everything was in order in her room and until the taken of

    suit wasn’t nicely folded by the head of the bed this is how I would love to prepare myself

    for death

     

     

    Art is Alissa Bucolin

    now I would love to die quickly, before I realise again that I am alone

     

    my Alissa I love You all these years

     

    not a moment have You been alone nor You ever will be alone God’s Alissa

     

    I wouldn’t survive this life if it wasn’t for Alissa’s words and Alissa all these years

     

    biology wouldn’t survive without love

     

    matter wouldn’t exist without virtue

     

    energy wouldn’t be eternal without the perfection of fragile beings

     

    monuments to anonymous forces of love are cleansing the hearts corrupted by love

     

    one woman is love

     

    courage of anonymous ones is keeping people on their feet

     

    one man is manhood

     

    blue steps lead me towards infinite distances of the innocent heart

     

    blue steps lead me towards timeless moments of the honest mind

     

    tininess teaches me about the important allure

    tininess teaches me about the important allure are Tin Ujevic’s words that Mate Parlov loved

    a man who Srdjan Valjarevic loves and he’s the one who sent me Tin’s poem Touching Remarks last night

     

    anonymous ones are confirming everybody’s name

     

    beggars are guarding dignity of anybody’s work

    you were the witness

     

    virtues of the other are evolving my biology

     

    I am under the oath to the presents of anonymous forces of love

     

    these are the poppies of Alissa Bucolin

     

    this is the grave of Isidora Sekulic

     

    this is a sin of sinless and innocent ones that are absorbing everybody’s sin

    and are curing every being

     

    this is the boy that I played a double pass with on the street

     

    ART IS THE SHE-WOLF AND HER MONK

    1973. day
    27th May 2010

    ART IS THE SHE-WOLF AND HER MONK

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    blue steps are leading me towards the holly incest

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    not to give him something – but to give him everything

    dedicated to the woman who said these words

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    danger is tender – tenderness is dangerous

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    You are my onlywine

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    You are my allbrandy

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    You are my life that I live

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    You are my life that is lived by all beings

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    You are my Godess that kisses by life and makes even death alive

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    You are my swear-word – most fuckable God‘s truth

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    everything is one – one of love

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    love – incest

     

    Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk

    one – incest

     

    one blood

     

    one air

     

    one light

     

    blue steps take me to the eternal rock’n’roll of all beings

    blue steps take me to the exciting monotony of all beings

     

    Manlover-Godlover

     

    in the world of false justice and indifference sinners are God‘s love

     

    one is the mother

     

    one is the father

     

    we are all born from the holly incest from one mother and one father

     

    swear-words are defense from the mortal taste of educated rich and powerful

     

    swear-words are an addition to the taste of eternal love of all beings

     

    prohibitions are the most tasteless

     

    poem

    is

    an

    attitude

    sacredness

    of

    vulgarity

    which

    sometimes

    is

    the

    only

    one

    that

    loves

    beauty

    and

    goodness

    of

    the

    sister

    courage

     

    poem

    is

    an

    incest

    of

    the

    same

    ones

    and

    sameness

     

    while we were walking through Zvezdara forest I gave

    to Milica Bogosavljevic great work I’ll Take it Myself

     

    poem

    of

    forbidden

     

    poem

    of

    invisible

     

    poem

    of

    inexpressible

     

    for many beings – love for all beings – is the greatest swear-word

    dedicated to the many and all beings

     

    we won’t see each other any more

     

    weareone

     

    ART IS THE HOLLY INCEST OF ALL BEINGS IN ONE AND ONLY LOVE

    1974. day
    28th May 2010

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    fucking is

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    fucking is one

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    morning joy

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    boy number

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    fucking is the first number in the alphabet

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    incest of freedom and God’s truth

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    incest is the path of the beginning to the beginning

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    incest is the first touch to the touch

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    incest is the first kiss to the first kiss

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    poem is incest – poem about poem

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    incest – remedy from fears

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

    incest atones sins

     

    Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being

     

    Violeta Jovanovic told me that this morning she walked her second out of 33 walkings

     

    not the tears of pain but the tears of pain relief

    dedicated to girl Danka

     

    taking away the pain tears are making way to the joy in the heart

    dedicated to girls Katarina and Danka

     

    tears of love are taking away the reasons for tears of pain

    dedicated to eternally alive Katarinadanka

     

    tears – mystery of empathy

     

    tears of love – mystery of merging

     

    tears of love – tears of the holly incest

     

    tear and dew

     

    dew is tearing

     

    tear is dewing

     

    incest is the holly incest is incest

     

    everything has merged into one – one is feeding everything with love

     

    well done boys – I said to the strong boys that

    hopped over the ant path. they turned around and replied with a smile

     

    future of the science is in feelings

     

    future of the religion is in sex

     

    future of the future is in thisfuckable moment of all-love

    Your reading is a witness of all-love in Your heart

     

    if You have just seen me all these years

     

    if You have just seen me how I walked through the forest

     

    if You have just seen me how I was writing up until now

     

    if only You had on Your tongue what I have in a poem

     

    love

    is

    through

    divine

    incest

    fucked

    and

    sung

    in

    this

    only-one

    poem

    of

    yours

     

     

     

    ART IS INCEST – MY BELOVED CACTUS

    1975. day
    29th May 2010

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    fucking is

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    lips on the cactus

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    I want You more

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    I want You forever

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    I want You only

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    the history of mankind is just a yearning for You

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    all beings love-kiss each other – goodness is most fuckable

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    my love die and resurrect in my love

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    mother wants to be born again in all beings

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    mother of God

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    poet Faludy György friend

     

    Art is incest – my beloved cactus

    So God created man in his own image, in the image of

    God he created him; male and female he created them.

     

    here I am – I the incest

     

    I love-kiss You – love-kiss me – I love-kiss us – let’s love-kiss all beings

     

    I drink in Your health cure me

     

    nothing succeeds like success and nothing is as tasteless as success

     

    the success is to get to love the childhood of the other through one’s own childhood

     

    vine is singing vivo

     

    my child – beloved Sanita – lead me

     

    children bear me

     

    younglings are singing me

     

    beings are celebrating me

     

    same to the same the same

     

    love for Miroslava and Radoslav

     

    I’m guilty because I sing

     

    I’m guilty because I love-kiss all beings

     

    I’m guilty because all beings love-kiss all beings

     

    I’m guilty because

    I create love every moment everywhere and for everything – it is the eternal art

    in the poem of all beings

     

    singing is redeeming the sin of all beings

     

    here I am – I the fucking

     

    here I am – guard me within You

     

    here I am – just for You and Your beloved man

    few simple things in the everyday life that guard us from mortal horror and cure those mortally ill

    thank you Miroslav for all of this that you just told me

     

    I am an incest bud – bud of all beings


    ART IS THE BUD – MACHINE IN INCEST WITH ALL MACHINES AND ALL BEINGS

    1977. day
    31st May 2010

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    I don’t give a fuck about anything is the first letter in the primer of love – love for one

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    all machines are emitting love – I entered the world of machines with the bow down

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    all helping devices from spoons airplanes computers and pens to the teledildonics

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    huge truck full of truck music

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    machines are constantly calling why are you not here why aren’t you

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    machines are the storms in a brain

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    caressing of the heart

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    music of the voice

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    we are one in fervor

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    we are one u flowers

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    we are one in wings

     

    Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings

    machine of the word indivisibility

     

    I’m getting wet in the rain – with all my being to all beings – we are getting wet

     

    I love-kiss

    I love-kiss

    I love-kiss

     

    love-kiss love-kiss love-kiss – listen to me – love-kiss love-kiss love-kiss

     

    sometimes we love somebody only so that we would have the right on them

    so that we would own them

     

    sometimes we love somebody so that nobody else would have the right to love them

     

    sometimes we love only to be loved

     

    I love the body that love-kisses and accepts everything

     

    I love the feelings that are surrendering themselves to the other

     

    I love the thoughts that feelings are surrendering to the will

     

    I love the will that surrenders itself to the unknown

     

    I love the faith that is smiling

     

    I love fucked love

     

    I love creation through fucking

     

    without vulgar words there is no beauty

     

    without vulgarity there is no cognition and freedom

     

    without the vulgar ones we don’t exist in each other

     

    I

     

    You

     

    I

     

    blue

     

     

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