Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

a cat is licking three kittens

I didn’t think to begin like this but I saw them

I wanted to speak just from the mind

but since I started going this way I’ll carry on

that’s what wandering is

it is as it is

without hesitation

and wherever I get

but I’m always here and now

here-everywhere – now-eternity

from now to all nows in all times and all directions

it’s good

let it stay like that

always good and just good

even when it is not good let it be good

even when You are not good to me so that You are good to me

like this airplane that flies over me

this man that is coming towards me I often see on the lake

and it’s same today even though I went three hours later. same as him

we don’t know each other. we don’t say hallo. but I always see the smile

in his eyes when he looks at me

it’s really nice to be on the lake

behind my back I hear the sound of the bicycle which is coming closer

seven workers are sitting on the benches around the table and waiting for

their working hours to finish

let my words be pleasant to Your eyes

let my words be gentile to Your ears

everybody chooses when to die – said Jerotic last night

I hug Your soul with the body of the word

I love-kiss Your spirit with the body of the word

everything is curative

that’s that

dried branch on the road

gentile voices that are spreading

through vibrating

through walking vibes for You

midday of love

from today my mobile phone will ring love to me at noon every day

love for God You and all beings

love in every day

love in each of the 84600 seconds of every day

constant love

God

I’m always talking about You God

I’m always talking through You God

when I accomplish deep understanding with somebody in the end I say or write God

two or three people have recognised that and they immediately answer God

when I don’t understand or I disagree with somebody I also in the end say

or write God so that God would carry our misunderstanding and disagreement

12:00

mobile phone is ringing – bells of love are ringing – love is ringing

so that from today love bells are ringing to every being

hey all beings of mine turn your mobile phones your clocks computers

from today and let the bells of love ring at noon through the Universe

to feed the hungry

to feed all those who are without love

to heal the sick

to bring the money to those who don’t have the money

to resurrect all dead ones – so that Universe feels good

to enlarge the strength of love of all those who love-kiss the love itself

I love to shepherd and garden the other but only those who want and love to receive

when I was thinking before 12 noon of hungry and unfed children

which there is more and more

I remembered Marijana and Sun and their children Luna and Teo

I was thinking what to suggest to Marijana and Sun so that

the love of their family would radiate and feed the unfed children

I found the solution but I thought that it would have burden them and then I decided

I will do something similar for myself

and

I decided to remind myself every noon and love-kiss

with love that is feeding everything and everybody

I immediately turned on my mobile phone to ring every day at noon

that’s how everyday Midday Concert of Love in the Universe has begun

I’m watching the infinite sky and clouds which are constantly cuddling up in it

through changing their shapes... I see your face. I love you I love you I love you! A

I got this message at 12:22 pm from A who didn’t contact me for a long time

cold air smells like sweet smell of cold melons

here they are the bells of love are ringing

the bells of love have found me in a painful conversation with the close person

agreement – God’s poem. disagreements – God’s glory

last night it just started. it just sparkled here and there. just few snowdrops started falling

a mother is beating her little girl but the girl is resisting and laughing. it’s obvious that

she cares more for hiding the humiliation then surrendering to the physical pain

little girl reminded me of beatings that I was getting in my childhood

that struggle with pain and humiliation

Kaja thank You for the beating – through beating You directed me towards God

Kaja God

I’m drinking wine in order to drink up all pains

and transform them into God’s joy

not a moment without God

everything for God

only through God

a sip of God

a byte of God

sometimes I would love if these speakers would blare so much more

sometimes in a blessing I would love to howl

even louder then Allen Ginsberg howled in all his poems

sometimes I would love to be more relaxed then horse’s

dick after ejaculation of any one of the relaxed poets

this is written good exactly the way it is written

although most often I want to be just myself

nothing

God

next year as well I would love if You would buy me a cream cake for Your birthday

if You can’t say to all beings who I am tell them that I’m nothing

all of this that I’m writing is not addressed to You but to You

sometimes You can shit on me – that will be so good for me

since our relationship and the world is such a piece of shit

I remember only the divine in our relationship and don’t remind me of anything else

I remember only the orgasms of our innocent passions and agreements

I only remember excitement with everyday that has fulfilled and joined us

I only remember painful howls through which I killed myself

in order to love-kiss You forever

if You ask me for the rest and our misunderstandings I will say just – God

if You insist that I tell You what I think of the rest and of tolerance

I can just tell You get the fuck out of my sight

Miroslav Mandic fucks everybody’s mother because

Miroslav Mandic is everybody’s mother

Just Love-Kiss Me – I gave You my hand and I told You my name

I Love-Kiss You One and Only – You said Your name and gave me Your hand

I’m nooning

it started to ring

I’m walking

I’m love-kissing

I’m ringing with the bells of love within all beings

I’m still ringing

melody in my mobile phone is gentile. it starts

quietly. it’s coming from the far. quiet lullaby that wakes

today I was surprised by the midday concert of love. even though my phone rang

like it did before I was wondering who is calling me now. I rejoiced somebody’s call

but I couldn’t answer because I was breastfeeding. I saw afterwards that it was love

calling me

this was written in this morning’s e-mail

here the alarm at 12 noon just rang !

I got an e-mail from the third person who is ringing with love

dark is quickly falling

it got dark around my desk

the light from the screen is lighting up my keyboard

as if I was already in the cave

I’m beginning to guard myself with the childhood

I’m continuing to write and guard everybody’s childhood

the childhood of all younglings

love is sex of all beings

I will cook one potato one carrot

one onion and I will add to that one tin of beans

it was lovely when I was peeling off the potato

when I was peeling the skin off the potato was glaring with its juices

the carrot was red and sparkly

onion was white. round. full of water

I love people who are careful towards the water I thought to myself

those who are guarding the air

people who are kissing the light

poets who are making suns of love out of common places

story is telling about the details of common places. novel is making ironical statements about them

poem is reviving the immortality through the common places

it’s darker and darker around my Bud

dark is filling in the room

goodness is glaring in all things

good people are making good things

midday of love love-kisses the love of midnight

right now I’m listening Love Supreme by Alice Coltrane

I’ll look up tomorrow on the internet who is Alice to John Coltrane

don’t turn on the light while I’m writing

don’t turn off the light while I’m kissing You

morbid things are just unspoken love and un-cried sorrow

midday bells have rang while I was taking the photo of my face

they took me by surprise

rejoiced me

made me smile

the ringtone is so nice that I never turn it off

I turn it off only when it starts ringing again ten minutes later

it’s cold. it’s raining

they say that everywhere in Europe is snowing

I’m so alone. there is nobody for me

there is no either Nobody or Somebody

Nobody and Somebody are probably visiting somebody or are with somebody

if I am so alone I’m taking the opportunity to love-kiss deeply

this curve on the uphill of Visoka street

it’s cloudy

at shoemaker’s Srki the lights are on

everything is wonderful after all

it’s wonderful that I’m walking

in some moments rain looks like wet snow

but first snow is not yet here

my stomach hurts a bit last two or three days

I will rejoice when the first snow starts falling

another kilometre to the Nest

legs are walking by themselves

it’s warm in the room

nor warm not me are not alone anymore

it’s raining and the gutter underneath my window gurgles like a stream

I would love to inform all the people that every noon bells of love are ringing

for all beings. I don’t know how to do that. therefore I will just ring and love-kiss

sometimes I’d love if all those I’ve met in my life would be sitting at the same table

so that I can look at them. enjoy in them. so that I could get up and say

I’m happy because you are here and I’m sad because you went out of my life

I love-kiss all those who are tilling the soil and sowing the most noble kind of love

a woman who begged me today to give her ten dinars and who told me I’m absolutely freezing

love of all beings to every being

only those who don’t have the family live in one and only family

only those who have their love taken live one and only love

only those to whom God is forbidden live in one God