Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

after the midday love bells

silence

lake

coldness

croaking of the crows

take-off of the pigeons

towards the frosting

same walkers on the lake

I’m rubbing my nose in order to warm it up

better dressed than yesterday I’m walking more relaxed

I’m rubbing my nose again

there is no wind hence only coldness can be felt

I feel the coldness in my shoulders

the coldness is cold so it’s getting into the bones

I’m surrounded by the shades of white

the word generous is warming me up

in Kirovljeva street somebody is crossing the street towards me

Anja Covic

you look like Robert de Nero – said Anja

when written culture prevailed the oral culture

the oral culture was accusing the written culture for being slutty

now when media culture is prevailing the written culture

the written culture is accusing the media culture for being slutty

when media culture prevails the mind culture

the media culture will be accusing the mind culture for being slutty

constant plunder

if I wasn’t the one I am I would have been You

if I wasn’t singing the way I’m singing I would have been singing like You

if I wasn’t creating the way I’m creating I would have been creating like You

if I wasn’t walking the way I’m walking I would have been walking like You

if I wasn’t dedicated to myself-God I would be dedicated to You

if I wasn’t dedicated to my work-Bud of All Beings I would be dedicated to Your work

I drank tea

I’m drinking a bit of brandy

aivar margarine and bread are waiting for me

l

i

v

e

thirty third day of the year

the bells of midday love are ringing and I’m just leaving now

lake – I’m coming

fine sleet pervades the air above the lake

I’m walking

pure mysticism

mysticism of walking

I’m walking

the art of walking

the walking of walking

I circled the lake

I’m going to the Nest

tiny snow is falling

I climbed to the Pozeska Street

I slowed down

from time to time I’m closing my eyes

I’m wandering

through pleasure

I’m thinking of harmony

h      a     r    m    o     n      y

h      a     r    m    o     n      y

h      a     r    m    o     n      y

h      a     r    m    o     n      y

h      a     r    m    o     n      y

h      a     r    m    o     n      y

h      a     r    m    o     n      y

I’m rejoicing the blessings that are waiting for me at the desk

light

birds

cane

tendons of the neck

mystical light of the screen on which I’m writing mystical light

of the screen on which I’m writing

somewhere somebody

brave man

to the brave woman

brave woman

to the brave man

mysticism of the mystical

beauty

god’s

plainness

I’d love to be able to send you the money more often. The reason is

that the hour of my work is paid minimally of what can be paid according to the

laws of this state and I do work hard dirty and difficult job with only four days of

in a month. But I am doing my best to be even better. I stopped eating meat

and I quit smoking. The reason behind it is not to care for my own health

but to care for others. I’ll do my best not to spend all the money and

to send it to you soon. Be healthy.

this morning’s first e-mail

I live and I work from the money other people give me

the fairest way for me

it helps me dedicate myself to creating singing and walking

that is a small quantity of money

small quantity great love

everyone that is giving me will get

sometimes I worry because I have just enough money

it seems it’s going to be even less of it

it upsets me

scares me

but

there is also salvific but

consider the lilies of the fields

gives me back the strength and joy

the

eros of

creating

to the other

consciousness

of creating

to all

beings

conscience

of singing

to the rejected

when I read first e-mail I decided to buy a book about

Isaac Newton actually because I don’t have money for it

the words in the second e-mail have given me the strength

because I felt the awakened conscience

I went downtown to meet up with Jelena

Jelena bought me a book My Life by Lou Andreas-Salome

the cost of Lou Andreas-Salome was like my food for two days

Newton for four days

Billie Holiday

just singing

Lou

Isaac

Billie

there

is

money

the money for all beings

love is the money – money is love

I don’t have to add for my share for February. I will see if I can

somehow gather it by the end of the month. I’m really in *** situation.

It would be the fairest, regardless of my trying to keep on giving you the money,

to change the name of the Bud with my name – there is no point like this

I don’t deserve it (I wasn’t giving enough so far as it is).

this morning’s second e-mail

said in numbers

one

two two

three three three

four four four four

five five five five five

six six six six six six

seven seven seven seven seven seven seven

eight eight eight eight eight eight eight eight

nine nine nine nine nine nine nine nine nine

ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten

eleven eleven eleven eleven eleven eleven eleven eleven eleven eleven eleven

in other words

1

2 2

3 3 3

4 4 4 4

5 5 5 5 5

6 6 6 6 6 6

7 7 7 7 7 7 7

8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8

9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9

10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10

11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11

and then this beauty

1 + 2 +3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 + 9 = 45

1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 + 9 + 10 = 55

1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 + 9 + 10 + 11 = 66

I hope this will be new sixty six pictures

Numbers – Tree of Life – thirty six year after – Leaves – Tree of Life

I hope I’ll start doing them in month or two

I am the love to all beings

I am the money of all beings

forty four days to the beginning of writing the fourth part of the book I am You are Him

that captivates me these days

I was writing I am You are Him every day thirty years ago

I was writing Kaja every day twenty years ago

I was writing I Name every day ten years ago

I’m beginning to write I am You are I in forty four days on the day of spring

origin of picture

origin of word

the spring of I

the bud of now

I of spring

I of a bud

I of every I

I of the I itself

I singing of the I

I God I

serving the beauty

living through beauty

innocence of writing

loyalty of living

I am nothing which confirms everything

I am nothing God’s poem

I love-kiss the I of every being

hey days

hey years

joy of the body that radiates within these words

a moment within this moment

in this moment I’m changing the name of the third book I Name into Mile

I am You are Him

Kaja

Mile

I am You are I

share my joy with somebody

touch

1 1 1

caress

1

1

1

kiss

1

1 1 1

1

I’m getting going

that’s the most important

everything else joins

rushes towards the joining

herds of ideas are surviving on the edges

shepherd

stick

dog

donkey

soil

sky

everything is good

beautiful to everything

child’s heart in the chest

joy of the links

I’m going

that’s even more important

they are surrendering to each other through freedom

a shepherd to a stick

a stick to a dog

a dog to a donkey

soil to the sky

goodness to beauty

child’s heart to the mind of existence

going everything is going

everything is good to everything

beautiful is beautiful to everything

and

I

that

is

actually

me

today I’ve smelled the grass scent for the first time this year

violets are blooming in spring – sais one blooming woman

this morning I was enjoying the Fibonacci series

0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233, 377, 610, 987, 1597, 2584...

each consecutive number is the sum of the previous two

when any of the numbers from Fibonacci series is divided by

the previous number we get 1.618. the phi number. the number of the golden ratio

palms that caress palms

love from the belly

embrace of the sides

mental beauty

everything

light

light of everything in the heart of every being

I said bread

without second thoughts

through the colour of beetroot

through plentiful hips

being imbued with goodness

being baptised with beauty

number embraces word

word love-kisses number

everything is here just You are not around

buy us the book Great Mathematicians by Ranko Risojevic

the beauty of words is surrendering to the goodness of numbers

the beauty of numbers is surrendering to the goodness of music

the beauty of music is surrendering to the goodness of walking

the beauty of walking is surrendering to the goodness of creating

hit it mama

the goodness of anything celebrates the beauty of everything

the goodness of grass celebrates the beauty of violets

the goodness of computers celebrates every being on the internet

the goodness of the penis head celebrates the beauty of clitoris

hit

peace

peace

peace

peace peace peace peace peace peace

peace

peace

peace

peace

peace

peace

peace

I’ve always loved shades

overflow

overflow by overflow

supervention

one-shade-ness

imperceptible

change in the end changes me

obvious beauty

mesmerises right away

minimalism

loyalty of loyalty

gentle to oneself

to bare – not to hurt

I’m leaving

shading

I’m walking

walking is a type of shading

step by step

oncoming of the distance

presence of the presence

presence of the otherworldly

word

word of the word

word of a word to the words

irresistible modesty

I’m enjoying the writing

I’m surfing through the shades

I’m waving the sameness with the same waves

I’m shading

with caressing

pleasure

through budding

God 

word by word

number by number

picture by picture

step by step

one by one

touch by touch

joy by joy

blessing by blessing

sip by sip

bite by bite

girl by girl

boy by boy

grammar by grammar

mathematics by mathematics

freedom by freedom

kiss by kiss

prayer by prayer

oath by oath

beauty by beauty

goodness by goodness

analogy by analogy

being by being

dinar by dinar

rhythm by rhythm

thread by thread

I by I

a by a

and by and

that too by that too

poem by poem

bud by bud

Bud of All Beings

God

couple of months ago I invited Maja Klisinski to lunch

a month ago Maja said she will make lunch for me

white lunch from all sorts of white foodstuff and different white things

here this is that day for the white lunch

Maja is making it merrily

hey whiteys have a good appetite

Maja’s friend Sanja just sent this text message

Maja also wrote an ode to the white

whether it was white

or it will be white

whiteness is white

it’s whitening with whiteness of white

whether the white is pain

or if the white hurts

whiteness is getting white through pain

reveals its whiteness

whitening through kiss

whether she ghost was white

or that the pulse of a soul is white

whiteness will be whitening

make it white through the white of the eye

and of the white of an egg white

on the white-magnificent white-ball of whiteness

through the white-pebble of whitishness

through the cloud of white-bodiment

through the white membrane

through the white-beautiful obelisk

whiteness will be whitening

love-kissing everything

with the whiteness of a blessing

of the white of the whiteness

while making the white lunch Maja is sipping white brandy

I’m drinking white wine

white lunch is dedicated to You my he friend which I’m constantly thinking of

white lunch is dedicated to You my she friend which I’m constantly love-kissing

white lunch is dedicated to You my Goddess which I’m married to always and forever

white lunch white fucking

whiteness is without a censorship

Maja’s white lunch consists of

white bouquet of white flowers tied with white thread

white candle and white spark plugs

white Socrates of Athens made out of stone

white plates. white dishes and white cutlery

white clothes we are going to wear at the white lunch

at this moment Maja is serving cone shaped white rice on a white plastic plate

on the white tablecloth she already set white delicatessens

middle of white bread balls

white cheeses and cream from Zlatibor

white radishes. white onion rings and garlic cloves

white pasta in white sauce

white celery in white sour-cream

white cauliflower with white mayonnaise and white horseradish

white popcorns and white expanded rice

white gurabias. white raffaello balls. white Turkish delights

white mints and white sugar cubes

white pears. white apples. rings of white bananas in white whipped cream

with white vanilla sugar and white coconut flour

with music of Eric Satie who was eating just white food

we are beginning the white lunch in fifteen minutes my he friend she friend and Goddess

by Maja Klisinski

12:14 pm

poignancy of time

freedom of a moment

2:20 pm

six minutes are gone forever

2:32 pm

I drew today’s blue rose

another twelve minutes are gone irretrievably

love is one

space twines into time

time opens up to eternity

singing to the infinity

conscience of young people is inexhaustible

2:47 pm

I’m dancing in all beings

with the brain

unity

immortality

glands of love in every girl

juices of freedom in every boy

dawn

heart

pulsing

wedding

loves and freedoms

street

I’m a bastard

innocence of rebellion

ravishing loyalty

3:20 pm

fuck me

Universe is whispering to me

I will

whispering creates worlds

I will my love I will

you are in me

Universe is humming

I am

one

sighs Universe

3:42 pm

u

n

i

u n i verse u n i

i

n

u

this

little tree

exists

only

through these

words

tiny

incidental

consolation to a runaway child

straw of salvation for baby-god

earthworm

renouncements

devotions

sacrifices

transformations

dances

little tree

searches

quests

wanderings

singings

little tree

fucks

sometimes fucking is nothing else but waiting

sometimes fucking is nothing else but loyalty

sometimes fucking is nothing else but virginity

sometimes fucking is nothing else but one and only girl fucker

sometimes fucking is nothing else but boy fucker who is rejoicing every fucker

sometimes fucking is nothing else but love through which I permeate all beings

little tree

of timeless and limitless

loyalty

magnificent

t o  t h e  m a g n i f i c e n t

t  o   t  h  e   m  a  g  n  i  f  i  c  e  n  t

t   o    t   h   e    m   a   g   n   i   f   i   c   e   n   t

t    o     t    h    e     m    a    g    n    i    f    i    c    e    n    t

t     o      t     h     e      m     a     g     n     i     f     i     c     e     n     t

t      o       t      h      e       m      a      g      n      i      f      i      c      e      n      t

together for one through the wholeness

together for one through You

together for one through oneself

I stopped and I’m watching how young man in gumboots is training

young hunting dog. he shows him with both his hands to get down and he also

tells him get down. then he moves away from him and makes big circle showing from

time to time the gesture with hands and saying get down and wait. the dog is peacefully

laying and waiting. in the end he got to him and gave him a treat saying well done girl

well done girl. the dog got up and with great joy started to jump on his owner.

when he finished the exercise young man looked in my direction. I lifted

my thumb and shouted well done. he responded with his thumb up

a boy is running down the street stomping real hard so as not to fall

smoke from her cigarette is flapping towards me

bus starts blinking with the left indicator light

gray headed man is bringing out the table and chairs in front of his store

liberating through words – I sympathise with words

takeaway for takeaway

walking for walking

thinking for thinking

love-kissing for love-kissing

third stage

third stage of God’s love

God

gam

only the alone one is everything

I’

m

a

I’ m a l o n e

o

n

e

I’

m

a

I’ m a l o n e

o

n

e

I’

m

a

I’ m a l o n e

o

n

e

I’m absorbing the beauty

I’m befriending nouns

I’m befriending pronouns

I’m befriending adjectives

I’m befriending verbs

I’m befriending numbers

I’m befriending adverbs

I’m befriending prepositions

I’m befriending conjunctions

I’m befriending exclamations

I’m befriending particles

mathematics of language is within the language of music

g

a

m

g  a  m  e  m  a  g

m

a

g

it’s all the same – I’m alive God — is alive

it’s all the same what I’m writing I’m writing one

it’s all the same who I am – I am God

whichever way You want it’s really all the same

all is beautiful

all is good

small is small. small is big. small is both small and big

big is big. big is small. big is both big and small

summit is summit. summit is down. summit is the middle

down is down. down is up. down is the middle

past is past. past is now. past is future

now is now. now is past. now is future

future is future. future is past. future is now

all is continuing concatenating and permeating

third condition has been created

yesterday I’ve mentioned it for the first time

(yesterday was translated as ‘third stage’, but today’s translation is more appropriate;

also, in Serbian ‘pregnancy’ is referred to as ‘second condition’, prim. prev.)

grace sets free from existing pictures of the world

good cannot be ruled over because good doesn’t rule

death is resurrection

poem is all and all is poem

that all is one and that it’s all the same condition speaks about it I’ve experienced

and revived for the first time on the Second Walking for Poetry twenty four years ago

all words are love

everything depends only from me

despite the last night’s pain

love doesn’t die and it doesn’t end it just transforms into love

all is constantly transforming into the same

everything is constantly reviving each other

everything is constantly transforming each other

all new and newest elements of an atom make and lead towards the one and only atom

all new and newest Universes make and lead towards the one and only Universe

discovering more and more of different is nothing but

confirmation and celebration of anything of the same

I’m not afraid even when I am afraid it’s all the same anyways

I don’t worry even when I’m worried since all as well as one is all the same

God

I don’t give a fuck about God who I care for the most since I only affirm Him anyways

whatever I might be thinking saying or doing I only love-kiss Him because God is love and He love-kisses me

from

this

poem

of mine

beautiful

your

eyes

are

it’s all the same – God is alive – I’m alive

a moment ago I hugged God for the first time

I squeezed Him like a child and I started to cry from His presence

I was thinking about seven lights

God

God’s light

light of I

singing light

creating light

walking light

sun light

I was exercising for a little while in the Nest and then I went towards the lake

joy is joy of all beings

health is health of all beings

freedom is freedom of all beings

transformation is transformation of all beings

loyalty is loyalty of all beings

love is love of all beings

success is success of all beings

in spite of theocide anthropocide fascistocide

communistocide God is alive love is alive and all beings are alive

I’m enjoying the wind

I’m surrendering to the whistling

with joy in my heart and smile on my face I said out twenty times

I love-kiss You... and the name of one of the twenty people that have hurt me in my life

identical yes. same type no

through abhorrence of myself I unrooting liberating and transforming myself

abhorrence is digging of love

abhorrence of myself has saved me

from self pity melancholy and depression

abhorrence of myself has saved me

from preaching teaching and moralising

abhorrence of myself is saving me

from low self-esteem and too high self-esteem

abhorrence of myself separates me

from best ones and identifies me with the best one

the only one whom I sometimes abhor more them myself is actually You

learning proving and inheritance are distancing us from God

not learning but admiring

not proving but love-kissing

not inheriting but identifying with

quitting the learning proving and inheriting is death or God

I’m inviting all beings and You to help me with Your presence

next Friday in creating 66 pictures Numbers – Tree of Life

give me a call to arrange the time of Your coming to the Nest

this is the only invitation and I won’t tell it to anybody

because it’s addressed to everybody

will somebody call

will somebody be present at the beginning of the Numbers – Tree of Life

game

f

a

r

f  a  i  r  y  t  a  l  e

t

a

l

e

humour

nothing is bigger than small and nothing is smaller than big

few days ago I’ve read that greatest military powers are not any more spending

most money on weapons for killing but on creating indifference towards killing

I adore women who are giving birth to love rather than children

I adore men who are taking care of all beings rather than their kids

it’s been said that the wind will stop today

I’m preparing for the walking and counting 3333 steps for all those that are

abused and killed by authority church and state ever since the beginning of time

1, 2, 3...

... 3331, 3332, 3333

ah

it was exciting – the rhythm of steps – the rhythm of counting

prayer through steps and numbers

while I was counting I was thinking of my hands and what I’ve managed to do with them

I was thinking of petitions

petitions are very important. people who initiate and sign them are very brave

I’ve never signed any petition because I was never close enough to any of them and

because I always wanted to sign all petitions but for 99% of them I’ve never heard of

that’s why for these six petitions that make 3333 steps I’m not asking anybody

to sign them but whoever wants they can sign them in their hearts and minds

3333 – petition to stop state and authority abuse and torture

3333 – petition to stop weapon production and legal killings

3333 – petition to stop animal cruelty and killing

3333 – petition to stop plant killing

3333 – petition to stop killing the minerals of soil water air and light

3333 – petition to stop abuse and killing of Earth and its environment

3333³³³³

my love

my immortality

I invite You once again to grace with Your presence

the beginning of creating 66 pictures Numbers – Tree of Life

we’re

going

poem

and

I

little

poem

imperceptible

unnoticed

poe

in

everything

in the rain that is falling

mild eyes of the man

plucked carnation flower on the wet asphalt

pat... pat...

patters the rain on my hood

I’m catching bubbles in the water that is pouring down the roadside

I’m a child

poem

child

child

of

all

beings

one

and

only

child

a

child

of

all

life

a

child

of

immortal

life

of

all

beings

...great-great-grandsons great-grandsons grandsons and children are redeeming

the evils of their fathers grandfathers great-grandfathers and great-great-grandfathers...

dedicated to all victims of concentration camps that are kept secret in

all times and all regions hence in these times and regions as well

for the second time now I see how an old granny lets her old dog to go out of her

house and sends it to poo in front of her neighbours’ houses across the street

a poem

despite

sings flow

sorrow is turning on

innocence is immortality

younglings of all beings are lovers to all beings

all younglings are guarding every child

a

child

is

giving

birth

to

a

poem

god

is

saddest

when

my-his

singing

isn’t

god

God finds it most painful when I hurt somebody with my love to God

God

y

o

u

You make my I

Your words are within me

You are my You-I

I love agreeing

68 times 33 days is 2244 days of singing

agreeing – singing it’s not only that it’s dear to God but that it’s God itself

agreeing makes me excited and leads to singing

through singing I’m surrendering to the Bud of All Beings

to the God’s rose

singing is agreeing

creating is agreeing

walking is agreeing

not-agreeing leads to

domination

vanity

misunderstanding

quarrel

hatred

conflict

war

that’s when first victims are words

that’s when I every time become silent in order to save words

I’m leaving a relationship and getting into the state of love so that I would

save the love in a relationship as well

when love within a relationship is not transformed into the state of love

then within a relationship it disappears into indifference or hatred

when life is not transformed into the art-immortality-God life disappears in death

when after agreeing comes to disagreeing I feel miserable and I’m ashamed

I’m nothing

a poet a child the only fool

loneliness

Zeljka

through loneliness I’m renewing

goodness

beauty

love

girl

of

mine

you

are

creating

me

miraculous

godly

all-existing

super-surrendering

braver

than

all

creatures

loyal

to

all

beings

I beg You through language to fuck with me

I beg You through cowardice to love-kiss me

I beg You through agreeing to come together

while watching each other into the eyes

one eyes

God’s

may it be Your will

to You

instead of words

morning

notebook

a drawing and a poem

palms and feet

Billie Holiday

to be worthy of Billie Holiday

of the mellow

slow

meandering

surrendering

budding

Bud of All Beings

yesterday I experienced for the first time Bud of All Beings as God’s rose

Bud of All Beings is eternity of a being

Bud of All Beings is eternity of a being within every being

Bud of All Beings is a being of eternity within the moment of every being

Bud of All Beings is a being within a bud

the fact that Bora Dragas my friend from sixth and seventh grade of primary school

has a birthday today helped a me lot and rejoiced me this morning

thank You everyone who hurt me and opened me up for the

singing

creating

walking

for

God

Goddess

just born God’s child

oldest human being

I

you

the best

the one and only artist

the eternal art

the poet of all beings

the walker of the one

the most beautiful thing in this world is to be with Miroslav Mandic

in the eyes of this dog I felt that he’s lacking love

for human survival their love for animals is crucial

the love that I got from the dog I’m spreading to all beings

it’s in Your interest to work towards my interest

when I ask something from somebody it’s in the interest and glory

of that somebody who I’m asking

when I ask something from somebody I’m looking for God

in that what I’m asking from somebody

no – to the half

yes – to the wholeness

yes yes yes – to God

g

g       o      d

d

when God love-kisses me diminishes and disappears within me

that I would want to become I through Him

when God guards me He enlarges and embraces and guards all existing for me

I made twenty snowballs and I put them on the street poles

transient and yet eternal

on the way back from the lake not a single snowball was left on the poles