Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I’m leaving

 

if we go towards God we will coalesce

 

if we go towards each other we will come to God

 

if we go from God we will depart from each other

 

if we go from each other we will depart from God

 

I’m continuing

 

loyal

 

to You

 

and

 

all beings

 

to beauty

 

words

 

that

 

are

 

dripping

 

and

 

lead

 

us

 

to goodness

 

I’m not turning around

 

come in front of my face

 

God’s

 

on Miroslav Mandic path

 

within Miroslav Mandic rose

 

with Miroslav Mandic humour

 

Miroslav Mandic modesty

 

Miroslav Mandic liberation from Yours and mine vanity

 

Miroslav Mandic asking and answer

 

Miroslav Mandic come and I’m coming

 

Miroslav Mandic please and thank You

 

Miroslav Mandic God’s name

 

today white radishes

 

tomorrow beans

 

today after the lake I will start working on 66 pictures Numbers – Tree of Life

 

one picture for number 1

 

two pictures for number 2

 

three pictures for number 3

 

four pictures for number 4

 

five pictures for number 5

 

six pictures for number 6

 

seven pictures for number 7

 

eight pictures for number 8

 

nine pictures for number 9

 

ten pictures for number 10

 

eleven pictures for number 11

 

Numbers – the number of numbers

 

Tree of Life – the life of life

 

while I was thinking of tiredness and humor right leg slipped. I leaned on

the left one but next step on the right one completely slipped so I fell on my back

 

it’s constantly snowing – it’s whiter more and more

 

first picture of Numbers will be white

 

within the circle of 33 centimeters circumference

I will be piercing with a needle on a thick paper

 

I will be whitening the whiteness

 

I forgot to take the camera with me so I will make a photo in the Nest of the

first white picture instead of the snow whiteness that I wanted to take the photo of

 

nobody called me wanting to come on the beginning of Numbers

so I will toast to the holly Nobody and all beings in the Nest

tenderness for Nike Pogacnik – if Somebody know Nike give her my greetings

 

I’m thinking about irretrievable and eternal coming back

 

I started with first picture

 

I toasted to all beings and to holly Nobody

one and only – with me – within one

 

beans are waiting for me

 

for every picture I will need about one week of work

 

all 66 pictures will be over in one year

God to God God

 

Numbers – Tree of Life will be an aegis of I am You are I

book that I’m beginning to write in twenty four days

 

I am an aegis to all beings

 

wings

 

to She-Nobody and He-Nobody

 

wedding

 

birds see everything

now I need to learn how to work on Numbers every day and be worthy of birds

 

beggars are wonderful beings

 

the propriety of beggary shames me

Rimbaud

 

three old beggar-women – a salve to my heart

 

a blade of gray hair

 

last night I started doing first out of two pictures for the number 2

 

it’s beautiful just like the text I wrote underneath it

 

beans for today as well

 

relish

 

I’m making a fountain of wishes for a young friend

 

everything he wishes for is going to come true for him

 

I’m very excited by good beings

 

from the street book seller who is selling them

of the pavement I bought White Fang by Jack London

 

these days while reading the books that I’ve read in the childhood and

youth I’ve read Demian and The Stranger. in both of them I found the

traces that live within me ever since I read them for the first time

 

I was thinking while on the lake how I would love to watch some

television programme that would be showing every day shows in

 

Serbo-Croatian-Bosnian-Montenegrin-

-Slovenian-Macedonian-Dalmatian-Banatian-

-Bachkian-Sremian-Shokatzian-Sumadian-Zagorian-Slavonian-

-Semberian-Rashkian-Likian-Herzegovinian-Korushkian-Belgradian-

-Zagrebian-Ljubljanian-Sarajevian-Skopian-Podgorician-

-Novosadian-Pristinian-Mostarian-Uzician-Cacian-

-Lucanian-Subotician-Vrsacian-Kikindian-Somborian-

Curugian-Taroshian-Podbarian language

 

in the language of one and only language

 

in fucker’s singer’s language

 

in language that enjoys in itself

 

with lips of anyone who love-kisses the language

 

with body of conscience. soul of consciousness. spirit of loyalty

 

to the language that changes from area to area and sings the areas

 

then when in hundred years I would see enough of those kind of shows

then I would switch to the programme that would broadcast

all languages and dialects of the whole world

 

if I would in next ten or so thousand years see enough of those kind of

shows then I would start with shows about the language of stones

which are roaming through the Universe...

 

then about violets

 

robins

 

horses

 

fuck

 

now I’m here

 

the only He-Nobody to the holly She-Nobody

freedom loves to sit on the dick of justice

 

get well soon and repay your debts to me

ask me to tell You some day about uncle Nikica and Larry the legionnaire

 

dress me up in a rose

 

hit the road and road me

 

bud-woman

 

eyes full of tears

 

heart filled with joy

 

mind with togetherness

 

feet with love-kissing

 

fuck what a joy

 

huge differences are doing the same

 

unsurpassable differences are making the same

 

three ten year old boys are snowballing

 

I’m throwing a snowball to one of them

 

he thinks I’m aiming at him

 

no – he screams

 

catch it – I’m screaming

 

he catches it

 

what a snowball – he says

 

by paraphrasing Gadamer’s thought that if we wish to know what is happening today

we should read books from two thousand years ago I can say that the experience

of the moment is needed to open up for the eternity of arch-beginning

 

I love more and more

actually You

 

arch-moment

 

wholeness

 

moment is a husband of the wholeness

 

wholeness is a wife of the moment

 

fucking true

 

do you know that I never dared to bring a human being into the world

said Lou Andreas Salome. but she dared to say that and bring that experience

into the world

 

I really don’t need to say anything else but what I already wrote

rock it baby rock it

 

mountains are concatenated

 

mountains are growing to their tops

 

tops belong to mountains but they share experience with tops of other mountains

 

fucking fucking

 

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pictures of numbers are counting pictures

 

innocent pussies are kissing dicks

 

serious humour love-kisses the humour of seriousness

 

that is just You and me

 

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tears full of love