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IT’S SNOWING
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
FIRST PICTURE IS WHITE – WHITENESS IS THE FIRST PICTURE
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
WHO KNOWS WHO IS IT ALL ABOUT THEY KNOW WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT
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
INNOCENCE ROAR INNOCENCE
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 w h o l w h o l e l o h w l o h w 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 t h i s i s u s tears full of love