Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

Jelena Karleusa

I’m enjoying the one and only rhythm of writing and breathing

 

Jelena Karleusa

I justify the life of every being by the life itself

 

Jelena Karleusa

I give meaning to every being through being

 

Jelena Karleusa

I love-kiss every being through creation

 

Jelena Karleusa

I celebrate every being through singing

 

Jelena Karleusa

a woman and a man are one and only pussy of the one and only man

 

Jelena Karleusa

a woman and a man are one and only cock of the one and only being

 

Jelena Karleusa

a woman and a man are the heart of one and only man

 

Jelena Karleusa

a woman and a man are the mind of one and only being

 

Jelena Karleusa

one man does more than all people together

 

Jelena Karleusa

one being makes new populism that is the only one to overcome the old populism

 

Jelena Karleusa

truth is coming out of the heart which kisses

 

Jelena Karleusa

truth is singing every moment out of the heart of the other

which at that moment is singing the song of all beings

 

Jelena Karleusa

I calm myself through singing

 

Jelena Karleusa

I’m changing my mind through humbleness

 

Jelena Karleusa

great singing is humming through calmness

 

Jelena Karleusa

goodness of all beings lives in the pussy of goodness

 

Jelena Karleusa

beauty of all beings lives in goodness of the pussy

 

Jelena Karleusa

pussy of every cell love-kisses the cock of every cell

 

Jelena Karleusa

pussy is the first letter of alphabet sais in the primer of all beings

 

Jelena Karleusa

cock is the last letter of alphabet sais in the

reader of the final year of primary school for all beings

 

Jelena Karleusa

I Adore You Jelena Karleusa first book of the readings for all beings

 

Jelena Karleusa

eternity yearns for the moment

 

Jelena Karleusa

in one moment all beings are Jelena Karleusa

 

Jelena Karleusa

Miroslav Mandic doesn’t exist if he’s not Jelena Karleusa

 

Jelena Karleusa

I’m not looking after myself I’m looking after all beings

 

Jelena Karleusa

I love giving my life to all beings

 

Jelena Karleusa

I put humour on bread of all beings

 

Jelena Karleusa

I sing lullabies to all beings through swearwords

 

Jelena Karleusa

I’m mining through the indifferent ones through sex

 

Jelena Karleusa

saint woman love-kisses the rejected ones because lie is hiding behind the sanctuaries

 

Jelena Karleusa

You are Jelena Karleusa whoever You are

 

Jelena Karleusa

like Patti Smith’s song I wrote thirty one years ago

 

Jelena Karleusa

the smell of cabbage that I’m frying for the first time in my life

greatest concert – concert of all beings – is constantly proceeding – obviously – in the heart of one and only being

 

what’s this drizzling. it would be better if it was pouring – I heard 

one young man behind my back

 

 

it’s moisturising

 

I went later on walking. I spent a lot of time on porn sites

 

I went out just to write blessings

 

I’m walking in Crocks shoes so my socks are wet and my feet are cold

 

I hope I’ll get to today’s thirteen kilometres from two or three walkings

 

there is still no heating in one of the Nest’s rooms

 

one friend told me yesterday that he won’t be able of giving me money any more

 

that is three or four of them now

 

I already ate the muffin

 

everything is gray and gloomy and that’s exactly why it’s nice

 

I bought one more muffin

 

I’m hungry even though I put on kilo and a half over the weekend

so now I should lose three

 

it will be all right after all if I write 33 blessings and if I make myself a bit warmer

 

time I spend on porn sites is time of innocence

 

I feel only goodness on porn sites

 

naked bodies love-kiss one another

 

they are not afraid and they permeate each other

 

naked body which is surrendering to the other body is God’s poem and glory

 

Robert Walser

 

I hope that I will disclose the way in which I can celebrate

goodness and beauty of women and men on porn sites

 

I hope that I will find the way to get a bit more

money per month so that I can carry on living and working

 

I hope I will be God dear to God more and more

 

I hope somebody will appear

 

goodness of goodness

 

beauty of beauty

 

poem of poem

 

even though You are not around Miroslav Mandic Art is heroism in couple

 

I am nobody and that’s why I know how somebody is needed

 

my feet got warmer so I will walk a bit more

 

when I come back into the Nest I’ll grate the leftovers of yesterday’s

cabbage and with mayonnaise and two hot peppers it will be lunch

 

I hope tonight I will be dressed better and have will to walk the rest six kilometres

 

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for the first time on this road

 

I thought I’ll come back over the other side of the lake

but I carried on down the old Obrenovac road

 

the change refreshed me encouraged and gave strength

 

walking is saving me

 

I feel good on this road

 

I enjoy the word road

 

road road road

 

I’m roading

 

I got used to You being here even though You are not

 

sometimes there is no even the fact that You are not here

 

I sidetracked from the old Obrenovac road towards Zeleznik

 

the sky feels nice

 

I enjoy the dry canes that are being bent by the wind

 

if I wasn’t a jester I wouldn’t have survived

 

I am a poet in order to survive singing

 

I’m walking between the cargo wagons

 

everything smells like trains and journeys

 

two-three more kilometres. it will be around nineteen

 

it would be good if I wrote the rest of the blessings on these stairs

because I’ll be tired and sleepy when I get back to the Nest

 

young pregnant woman with a baby in her arms and

a boy that just started to walk is coming down the stairs

 

I’m climbing slowly

 

I have never been on these stairs

 

there is humour even in a great despair

 

humour saviour

 

who saves the humour

 

sometimes it’s saved only by the despair

 

like today when I stretched over the fence to reach the grapes and fell over it

 

like fingers that I made bleeding by crashing very hard walnuts

 

grapes are gone

 

apples are coming

 

I’m getting into the street of the Nest. last hundred meters

 

it’s hard to live with ideals but without them I would have been long dead

 

physical pain is really lofty

18.8 km

 

last night died Nemecsek

 

Ernő Nemecsek

 

lovely boy in the book The Paul Street Boys

 

I was crying. my throat has tightened

 

in the evening I felt high temperature

 

for the first time I watched Jacob Reynolds

in glorious film Gummo by Harmony Korine

 

a moment ago I saw their names on the Internet

 

I remembered beautiful film Kids that I watched few years ago

 

I found out about Larry Clark the director of Kids

story for the film was written by Harmony Korine

 

film is becoming more and more poetry

 

film poem

Poem about Film is the title of the text because of which I was sentenced thirty years ago

 

I hope I won’t fall sick

 

if I fall sick I should be brave like Nemecsek

 

like Alissa Bucolin and Pavel Korchagin

Ernő Nemecsek as well lived within me throughout these years

 

a

poem

a

hero

of

being

 

temperature

 

only

that

what

is

is

a

poem

 

when

only

something

is

then

just

something

is

a

poem

 

worry

 

tremendous

loneliness

 

from being worried and out of great loneliness I lose my immunity

 

listen – she said with a strange, full of wondering and

trembling voice to her husband – he is not breathing...

 

she put her head down

 

listen – she shouted loudly, not caring for anything – not breathing

 

Nemecsek

 

face

 

everything can be seen on the face

 

everything can be heard in the voice

 

everything is in the words

 

last night a big clock stopped working around 4 am

 

heating is still not reaching the other room

 

I’m getting up from the table

 

poem

film

A Book about the Blue Money

 

I would like to read it

 

I believe it would help me to get a bit more money

 

before I read it I should write it

 

before I write it I had to live it for thirty or so years

 

while I was drawing three circles with divider calliper a moment ago in order to cut them

out and take them with me on walking so that I would with their help carry on with my

thinking about the money I thought that while creating the new money

I could write a book A Book about the Blue Money

 

I live blue money for thirty two years now

 

if I start writing it from next year it will be on the blue money’s 33 birthday

 

a miracle

 

a miracle becomes without the miracle

 

when nobody believes in miracle the miracle is born

 

miracle is born on its own

 

after being born the miracle nests in the innocent heart

 

miracle of money

 

money of miracle

 

blue money

 

blue money was born on 29^th October 2010 at 10 am

 

blue money was born in the book A Book about the Blue Money

 

A Book about the Blue Money was born on 29^th October 2010 at 9:34 am

 

A Book about the Blue Money was born in Miroslav Mandic

 

Miroslav Mandic was born on 4^th December 1949 at 6:30 am

 

Miroslav Mandic was born in Kaja and Milomir

 

Kaja and Milomir were born in Miroslav Mandic

 

Miroslav Mandic was born in the beginning of creation

 

genealogy of the miracle

 

there is no miracle but there is this blessing

 

greatest miracle is that there is no miracle

 

everything that is already is a miracle

 

miracle of the blue money is that it already exists

 

blue sky is the blue money

 

blue sea is the blue money

 

blue bud is the blue money

 

with blue money I bring You the money

 

last night I saw Etela Merk on TV in her dog shelter

 

my Etela I hug You gently

 

good beings are fucking unselfish

 

fucking is openness

 

everything for everything

 

You already sound

 

You smell

 

I’m watching You

 

You’re glowing

 

I don’t have the words with which I would describe the beauty and goodness of pleasure

 

a friend started giving lessons in masturbation

 

it’s crisis. one has to live of something

 

everybody charges why wouldn’t I

 

business is good

 

people are calling. asking. coming

 

I’m not expensive

 

I immediately show them the pricing of masturbation

 

male sloe organ 400-450 dinars

 

female sloe organ 350-400 dinars

 

mold widening of organs 300-400 dinars

 

modifications of organs 850-950 dinars

 

gluing of organ’s tops 150-250 dinars

 

replacement of organ’s heels 800-900 dinars

 

hammering of organ’s heels 150-250 dinars

 

stitching of organ’s soles 300-450 dinars

 

gluing of organ’s soles 150-200 dinars

 

three years guarantee

 

clients are choosing the technique I’m using while putting sloes on organs

 

while I was working like a shoe-maker there was not enough for bread

now there is even for a book

 

for now I’m the first and the only one in the city

 

I’m working a bit

 

you should know what love loneliness and masturbation are

 

sometimes my friend I think I’m Jacob Boehme of the twenty first century

dedicated to my friend the shoe-maker and all good beings