Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I am 6264^th person to see this video – join us

tomorrow I’ll go and see this video again to see if the number of views has increased

I’ll be doing that till the end of this week

little brotherhood of Andre Williams

the brotherhood of one and only that consists of the one and only

I’ve heard about Andre Williams for the first time after the concert on this video

Gaga Udovicic who was in his company that night was telling me

it’s fucking good

velvety

life for life

without residue

to the last breath

multi-layered fuck-wording

particles particles

little-one

waves waves waves

bud-girl

everyone needs love

I’m pouring love to all beings

small number of viewings is better than great number

the best is the one viewer

unknown

loyal

constantly present

earring

in

my

ear

you

shine

with

godly

love

god

godly

nothing

more

fuckable

and

loyal

every day

hey

every

day

I’m circling around Your waist

Miroslav Mandic name is tattooed on Your beautiful thigh

not yet but it will be

pain in my heel don’t worry – we are one friendship

sisterhood of yet nonexistent little brotherhoods

little brotherhoods are spreading the love to all beings

little brotherhoods of beloved sisters

morning

let’s go

all of this is my house

Andre Williams

child doesn’t die

child constantly walks the streets of Universe

child lives within the honest and brave ones

child just wants to be

loved and to love

some flowers are always somewhere

I’m not stopping

I’m on the lake

cold wind is blowing

I’m thinking of the life of Andre Williams

of all those moments when he was alone and nobody saw him

I’m guarding life with life

I’m touching life with life

I’m warming up the batteries with my palms so that they wouldn’t fail in coldness

wind is carrying fine snow

wind is picking up

there is more and more snow and there is more and more joy

I’m with the wind in the wind

gone

the

wind

in

these

words

is

always

here

sleet is caressing my eyes

wind in the branches is calming down my brain

with

mind

forehead

heel

with richness of attitudes

with sovereignty of the name

everyone is unrepeatable in the repetition of the same

I enjoy in and I trust every word of Yours even though we speak different languages

too hard and too beautiful before the word for too beautiful and too good after the word

self-bordering

mother fucker

awareness of self-bordering is surrendering to the conscience of infinity

today I’m 6279^th viewer of the Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams

humour is all that it is

the snow that is falling

the smoke from the exhaust pipe

me who is crossing the street and writing about humour

fine snowflakes are bouncing of the asphalt like fried popcorns

humour is agreement and not opposition and defence

humour is love for love

humour is cooing and not disdaining and mockery

from the lake where it’s slightly snowing I love-kiss You my Bra 

humour is a snowflake that has dispersed over the mobile phone while I was writing the message

humour is the cat that is hanging and cuddling around my legs

while I’m writing humour kisses humour on the white paper

I wanted to write love love love on the white paper

to put it on the snow and take a photo of it and afterwards

to write humour underneath the photo on the site. but the cat and

humour have made me write humour kisses humour so that there are traces

of the cat on the snow and her paws and underneath the photo to be written love

humour in action

snowflakes are bigger and bigger

as if sky full of stars snowflakes are falling across my face

wherever I look everything is full of snowflakes

everything looks like white picture for number 1 and two

gray pictures for number 2 that I will finish these days

this is not snowing this is God’s beauty

this is not God’s beauty this is snowing

I’m grateful because I’m present at this snowflake-falling

snowflaky humour in its sparkle and whiteness

I’m thinking of Mita Stankovic and his little café in Podbara

humour is relationship

relationship is admiring

humour is admiring

with admiring and humour

I’m alone because for me relationship is admiring and there’s not even trace of admiring

constant love through admiring and constant admiring through love

solemnity

into each other’s embrace

with a lot of joy

immortality without compromise

immortal uncompromisingness of humour

h

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m

h  u  m  o  u  r

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r

snowflakes buds

today I am  6286^th viewer of the Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams

last night my head and eyes started hurting from drawing

one out of two pictures for number 2

little circles are tiny. gray. sometimes almost invisible

light in the Nest isn’t so good

the posture in which I’m drawing isn’t good either

I shouldn’t be drawing for too long

I’m watching the white trunks of birch tree so that they rest my eyes

next three pictures for number 3 are going to be black

only four blue pictures for number 4 will be resting my eyes I hope

one belongs to all beings

Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams means a lot to me

I thought of making Little Sisterhood of Rabia

I thought of a lot of other things

this morning I was rejoiced because of Nenad Baturan’s birthday

I love Nenad Baturan

I haven’t seen him for a long time

I love all people that I used to love

I love them even more

I will love them more and more

although a lot of them I won’t even see any more

I love to talk about Nenad Baturan

if somebody knows Nenad please tell him that

I’m inviting him for coffee or beans or both even better

I’m inviting everyone for coffee or beans or both even better

for walking even more

agreeing for sure

admiring

love-kissing

Andre Williams is seventy five years old

Nenad and Andre

gushing of love

pouring of loyalty

I’m alone in order to love-kiss constantly

come to love-kiss each other constantly and to love-kiss constantly

come to love-kiss constantly and to love-kiss each other constantly

today I am 6298^th viewer of the Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams

I’m looking at the dust on the edges of my working desk

I don’t feel like going right now

I’m reading Rilke

If somebody knows You tell him to tell You that I invited You to come

I’m going

the fog on the lake was unbelievably beautiful

I was thinking of books that I would like to write

about the encounters that would occur on my invitation

I’m inviting you for bread and wine

... I miss You. conversation as well. wine... but it’s not happening

the day before yesterday while walking I imagined our encounter next week

and it was so beautiful that I gave up on suggesting it to You so that no fact of life

would jeopardise it which would then hurt very much. the sooner the better...

I just sent the e-mail to a dear person that I haven’t seen for a long time

I’m eager to see You but it’s not happening

I accept and I rejoice

nevertheless the sooner the better

right away

whenever

I rejoiced when I remembered Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams

today I am 6303^rd viewer of Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams

there is no fucking around with fucking around

you either want or you don’t

bloodstream of all beings is within one and only being

that’s what this Saturday is about as well

profusion of cosmic dust

unannounced presence

plainness of wonderful

wonderful beings of indescribable

meandering writing

when I start speaking my tongue gets tangled up from long silence

today I heard from Vera for the first time

braver

braver braver braver

braver

towards the embrace of unimportant

of the beginning

with beginning

of the only one

of the first

of the first

of the only one

of creating love

one and only

of love-kissing love

with love

today I’m the 1^st something to the Tiny Nonexistent Sisterhood and Brotherhood of All Beings

beetroot and white radish are smelling

when I came back from the walking I grated the beetroot and white radish

beetroot and white radish – glory to your names

we are waiting for you just you write those blessings of yours –

beetroot and white radish are telling me

we are also enjoying the music you are listening to –

beetroot and white radish are carrying on

thank you white radish – I say to the white radish

thank you beetroot – I say to the beetroot

roots of surrendering

beings live for beings

beings sing beings

I

am

beetroot

and

poem

of

beetroot

I

am

white

radish

and

poem

of

white

radish

I will add hot tomato ketchup to the beetroot and white radish

everything is so important

important is unimportant

unimportant is divine

loyal to beetroot

loyal to white radishes

sublimity of roots is in the depth of sacrifice

sublimity of fruits is in height of surrendering

plain sublime

beetroot – rose of roots

white radish –white daffodil of roots

I’m enjoying the bloody red colour of beetroot

I’m enjoying the sharp smell of white radish

it must be horrible death when one is dying of hunger

it’s unbearable to live in the world in which a lot of people are dying of hunger

I

sing

in

glory

of

all

those

who

are

dying

of

hunger

who gives his or her mouthful to somebody else is conceived with immortality

third condition of conscience

third condition of all-fucking

third condition of love among all beings

third condition in which all beings are living and giving birth to each other

come

beetroot and white radish are screaming

17:17 (5:17 pm)

seventeen past seventeen help me sing even more plain and simple

I just saw how much money I have and I got scared

I’m in danger

in Days of My Life 8^th March is The Day of the Decision About Walking

twenty eight years ago – 1983 – I decided I will walk

last year twenty seven years after that decision

a poem Twenty Seven Years happened

Twenty Seven Years

in Satie’s room nobody entered for 27 years

1898-1925

Walser spent 27 years in sanatorium

1929-1956

Mandela was in jail for 27 years

1962-1989

Miroslav Mandic has made a decision about the art of walking 27 years ago

1983-2010

27 years are 36 births

36 times 9 months

glory

and

beauty

is

yours

dear

god

before the walking I got unexpected visit from Marinko Sudac who I saw for the second

time after five years and Branko Franceschi who I saw for the first time today

after few days of silence I always rejoice somebody

when somebody is interested in me I get really excited

I get sad even more because nobody is interested for the wholeness of my work

the fact that I’m refusing to take part in parts leads me to danger

I asked them not to talk about the exhibition which they are inviting me to take part in

I told them that this refusal of mine is leading me into danger

towards the dangerous

towards salvation

I gave Pocket Collection Sudac to Marinko Sudac

Marinko kissed the word love on my right temple

Marinko kissed the picture of Universe on my left temple

Marinko kissed the word bud on the left side of my neck

Marinko kissed word God on the right side of my neck

I repeated to them that I want everything and that I don’t want what is not everything

Marinko gave me hundred Euros in his and Branko’s name. that

rejoiced me because I saw these days that I’m lacking a lot of things

and I thought that I will buy them after the walking. toothpaste. pasta

rice. vinegar. teas. tea for prostate. pen sharpeners. soap. scotch tape. oil

pepper. foils. metal grid for the sink since the plastic one is not good

excited after the encounter I went for walking. I decided to first buy the

tape for the Blue Film and photocopy my basic flyer in the store in which

I’m buying the tapes for few months now with a girl to which I would love

to say that she is beautiful but I’m not saying it so as not to frighten her

I bought the tape and again got excited by that unknown girl

I picked up the photocopied flyers on my way back

from the girl who is working in the second shift

I went to Marijana and Sun to tell them what I told them

God

while I was walking I was thinking of two ideas that I will

suggest to Branko Franceschi if he calls me

if somebody knows Branko Franceschi let him know that

on my way back I saw first lizards this year

I didn’t buy anything because I was in a hurry to write today’s blessings

I only picked up one small apple from the ground of the fruit market

fifty minutes ago I got scared because I saw I have really little money

danger thank You – I hug You. salvation I beg You – I love-kiss You

only when I meet somebody I realise that I went really far

excuse me but I don’t see myself amongst you

scary

fulfilling

creative

singing

through creating the work the work creates me

I belong to all beings

it was beautiful on the lake

sunny and a bit cold

after yesterdays spoken words today was no words

we were silent

worry about the money is tiring me but it also encourages my creativity

towards the end of the walking I felt carefree

it’s important that I work and create every day

even though I don’t work or create for money I believe

that what I do and create will produce money

it’s important that I’m not afraid

and

just

to

go

on

and

that’s

how

there

is

no

end

eternal returning is happening exactly because that is no going back

straight line circles

in

these

words

as

well

is

the

money

for

all

beings

through creating every day new money – blue money

bud money I’m healing and renewing existing money

hey goodness

hey beauty

good writing writes goodness

beautiful writing writes beauty

happy

poem

god

I

god I you I god

I

god

countless number of ways of one and only way

bee

bee to bees

bees to the bee

honey

fascinating calmness

welcome my new pedometer

Vera sent me a new pedometer

first lettuce this year

after fifteen kilometres of walking I feel tiredness in my legs

I took a shower. I washed my hair. I’m like a child

my eyes are shutting

my skin is tender

I’m caressing with thoughts my Achilles’ tendons and heels

these days I will make a rough list of my immaterial art

two thirds of the Bud of My Art are immaterial works

immaterial works are the more expensive then the material ones

free works are the most expensive

I rejoice agreeing as well as

h

a

r

m

o

h  a  r  m  o n  i   s   i  n  g

i

s

i

n

g

Vera thank You for pedometer – and – for everything else I thank You

thanking is so exciting – so sexy innocent and loyal

thanking is conversation with sun

me to You God You to me God

God

g

g  o  d

d

sunshine in the heels

embrace my thighs with thighs

nurse with freedom and courage

beggars give me strength and love

the smell of see don’t forget me

poem is a little sister to the humour

humour is a little brother to the art

art is a baby to the walking

sun’s prayer to all beings

I love to obey the dice

it just told me not to write something I wanted to

thighs are resting thighs

horses

man stop killing animals – man stop producing weapons

who

horses

pedometer works like a clock

I’m rejoicing it

today is the first spring-like day

I had my hair cut

I write God – if we agree – You answer God

hands are very important in writing

hands love to write with heart and mind

heart and mind love when hands are writing them

Bud – my good computer – loves my body

the body of love buds in all direction

with sun over the pieces of glass

what can I do when I have such long arms – said an older gentleman at the hairdresser’s

yesterday while walking to pick up the pedometer I started

the concept for addressing unknown people

today while walking I finished it up

I will need another month or two in order to encompass it

with Yours and Sun’s help

I love working while walking

everything around me is at my service

at least I hope

I believe even more

with love of course with love

it’s beautiful when I don’t finish a thought

but I just begin it and hand it over

soon the nettles will start

the proliferation

white buds

smells of fruit

immortality is knocking on the doors

on the knees of freedom

I believe you my words

loyal

I

love-kiss

you

sung

word

burek lunch

burek

fellow

price of food has gone up a lot

that is so sad

it’s been said that the price of bread will go up as well

ouch

hey

it’s really scary

although

joy and health of heart is within being compassionate with the poor ones

I saw by chance on the lake Franjo Mihalic

famous marathon man. ninety years old. I stopped and

watched him. I couldn’t resist approaching him and saying hello

long live – I told him

when I undertake something I’m considered uncultured

when I create something beautiful I’m proclaimed an amateur

when I live simply people say I’m a weirdo

when I speak of innocence people think I’m debauched

when I speak of all beings people claim I’m with no feelings

when I want to give money to somebody people suspect I’m a sectarian

when I’m writing down a thought or a poem people are afraid of me

because they think I’m a controller

when I say some truths they are sure I’m crazy

when I sing heatedly they are cooling me off because I’m not cool

days go by. same ones. from the beginning of time

I bought bigger pot and replanted houseleek

cactus and houseleek mean a lot to me

I was making the list of my immaterial art works while walking

I began with the break with art in 1971

I realised that it is forty years since that break with art film and studying

it was crazy brave and tremendously dangerous

salvific – divine – God’s – the bud of white rose

I’m not sure when exactly I come to that decision

it was piling up and building up those days in spring fire of the twenty one year old man

in glory of those spring days I announce 12^th March as

The Day of Breaking With Art – the Day of Spring Art – of the Art Itself

thirty two years afterwards on 12^th March 2003 Zoran Djindjic was killed

today I know that it was a break with existing art

not agreeing with career in art in the world full of tears and sufferings

I admire that young man

I adore every young woman of a man who are doing the same thing in these moments

a sip to a thirsty woman

a bite to all hungry ones

next Monday begins the birth of the book I am You are I

don’t plunder the ball from me play with it

don’t teach me just surrender to me

spiritual knowledge liberates man from the physical

wandering and slavery of the soul but it deprives them of God

my legs are hurting after the walking but it looks to me

that it will be easy to write the blessings

I bought the book Adventures of Huckleberry Finn on the street

I started reading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer on Saturday

I really yearn for autobiographies

the dice just told me not to write about this morning’s joy

one of the things in youth that was taking away a lot of my strength is that I didn’t

save thoughts in my heart but I would say them because of the joy

or to make myself look important

heart of joy is within open heart

in first drops of rain

with the photo of first drops of rain I made the eternal Monument of Love for Etela Merk

Etela was doing tremendously important job and I’d love that to be known

on the Rose of Wandering I made five Monuments to the Anonymous Forces of Love

The Monument of Love to Etela Merk is the first monument

of love that I made celebrating somebody’s name

I would love to read the autobiography of every being

intergalactic community and intergalactic law are enabling me

to greet every just born being with the Bud of All Beings

books in the backpack and on the walking

healing through loyalty

if you have some autobiography bring it to me

around fifty autobiographies that I have read I gave to

Violeta Jovanovic. anyone who wants to read them can borrow them from Violeta

the threat of nuclear horrors

good grandmas are guarding the world from nuclear horrors

I’m suggesting to Jelena Besir that we see each other soon in

an early morning and go through brandies and pubs just like all those

who with their horrors guard this world preventing it from ending up in horror

I suggested this today to Jelena as a game and now I’m inviting her to really do it under the title Kijara

this writing is not going as easy but I enjoy more and more

and I feel more and more like a swan

I saw how big geese are taking off from the London canal

I just heard the sound of their wings that were flying over the canal and sky

the wings of beauty

wings towards the embrace of freedom

second lettuce this year

Japan

I remember how in 1986 twenty five years ago

I enjoyed the lettuce and then Chernobyl happened

I

Ja

pan

pan

bud

pan-love

for days now I’m writing blessings after the walking

while walking I think of and work on some other things

I hear Amy Winehouse across the lake

a moment ago I was measuring the length of my step

I was marking meters with little stones and counting steps

the average is seventy centimetres

yesterday I was walking for the first time in Crocs Shoes

today I’m also in them but my soles keep on hurting me

two-tree hundred meters to the Nest

I’m tired. my feet are sore. my voice is hoarse

unlike yesterday I don’t feel the blessings that are waiting for me at the desk

but I will write them and then everything will be good

I slowed down in order to regain strength

sometimes there is no water in the well so one has to wait for the water to collect again

when I entered the Nest I was rejoiced by the new white

drawing paper I put over the desk before the walking and I ruled it in

such way that I can write on it all 366 poems from the future book I am You are I

sing me poem

dance me dance

walk me walking

new drawing paper on the desk is my twelfth Table Painting

they are horribly beautiful and good those Table Paintings

that are becoming on their own

I just underlined the frame for 366 poems with red pencil

love

I

love I pan I love

I

love

think me thought

love-kiss me love

God keep on making me godly

I’m looking at the ruled drawing paper in front of me and I’m crying

I am an elephant

a trunk

beauty of each nose

touch me touching

caress me caressing

marry me Goddess

sole-step me soles

bud buds

during the Rose of Wandering I was covering one kilometre with 1315 steps in 12 minutes

during the Bud of Walking I’m covering kilometre with 1429 steps in 13.06 minutes

and what now

as always just moving on

but only slowly

without any visions but just the beauty of the existence

I’m watching both the houseleek and the cactus on my desk

and I wonder if they like the music I’m listening to

I’ll put them on the balcony where four houseleeks are already placed

I moved them – they’ll be better off in the light

care for other being refines life

I love to care about words

about pictures

paths

immortality

about every being and all beings

b

o

g

b   o   g   u   g   o   b

g

o

b

(meaning: “to God”, prim. prev.)

b

o

g

b   o   g   o   g   o   b

g

o

b

(meaning: “God-Goddess”, prim. prev.)

tears

are

running

down

my cheeks

I see

them

sparkling

they

caress me

and

guard me

I’m thinking of all beings that have perished

and the ones that have been radiated in Japan

man can be helped only by other beings and actually

by the ones that he constantly and ruthlessly destroys

the cherries will flourish in Japan

they will be budding through buds

bowing

I’m running around

not to forget

for my soles heels and Achilles’ tendons health

I took little notebook with me to practise it because in four days I will be

writing in it every day one out of 366 poems of the book I am You are I

wind is blowing. it’s beginning to rain. I’m poorly dressed

I stopped under the eaves

wind is rushing over the grass

it’s raining under the forty five degrees angle

rainy cloud is gone

whole world got scared of the new nuclear catastrophe

warnings have been in vain

those who are warning are always being ridiculed silenced prohibited and killed

Basho I love-kiss You

states always question their nuclear programmes after disasters

this morning I noticed the hole in the back pocket of my pants where I keep my keys

I moved them into the front left pocket until I patch it tonight

isn’t it so Matsuo

I feel more and more how deprived I am not knowing old

languages. Sanskrit. Chinese. Japanese. Hebrew. Greek. Latin...

but I feel even more that I am free of their past and present powers

I feel more and more how humiliated I am for not speaking

English language but I know more and more so that it’s very good

I don’t speak it because I’m not sharing with it its present power and limitations

I feel more and more that it’s a pity I don’t speak more languages but

I also feel how it helps me to love-kiss all languages that existed

those that exist now and the ones that will exist in future

I feel more and more that it would be good if I’d known well

Serbian language in which I write and sing but I also feel more and more

that it is much better that I’m writing and singing in Miroslav Mandic language

I feel more and more how human language is

magnificent but how the language of all beings is divine

one is the language

well that’s what I’ve been telling you all along man

the language that keeps the memory of this run over rain-worm in Kirovljeva street

I feel more and more how unfavourable is to be born and to live in a small country but

I also know more and more so that it helped me feeling whole planet Earth as my garden

I feel more and more how great limitation is to live on planet

Earth but actually that helped me feeling whole Universe in my body

it helped that Universe is in every step of mine

that all beings live in every cell of mine

that I guard the one for everybody

last night I started drawing seventh picture

first out of four blue pictures in glory of number 4

this moment I’m beginning to take out dates of birth of

those I admire and I love and who will make the Days of My Life

wow how exciting it was

we are all Japan – from the certainty of common horror

even more certain is the uncertainty of common resurrection

we are all Panja – Panja in jargon-Serbian means Japan but also All-I

I I I I I I I Japan Panja I I I I I I I

(“I” in Serbian is “ja”, so in this would be: “ja ja ja ja ja ja ja Japan Panja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja”, prim. prev.)

Lao Tzu in fifty fifth chapter

One who knows does not speak. 

One who speaks does not know. 

Lao Tzu in fifty sixth chapter 

I’m off to give Vesna the rent for the Nest

ouch

my soles Achilles’ tendons and loins are sore

ouch

last night I saw on the internet that Tom Gotovac couldn’t walk before he died

ouch

all I’m left with is gratitude and joy

one of the saddest thing in my life I’ve heard couple of years ago from Tom Gotovac

harmony guards harmony

tree is tree

God love-kisses God 

poems of innocence are singing through God 

poems of experience are singing of God 

one more serve-response. when I’m reading MM in the evening I hope hard

that your day was good. it’s somehow more probable that mine is going to be as well 

I got text message from Vera

and here’s the miracle You’ll read Your own words this evening in MM 

I answered to Vera

I skipped this blessing but I marked it

with red so that I don’t forget to write it

however the day goes every day is good

dead or alive it’s all one and the same – what is important is that all is one

what is

eternity to time

infinity to space

energy to love

it is all beings to life

every being is infinite and eternal love to all beings

all beings are Vera’s hope that my day was good

all beings live in every being that is giving its life to the other life

p

o

e

p  o  e  m  e  o  p 

e

o

p

all beings live in anything and that’s why anything is beautiful

beauty

of

poem

loves

to

be

within

the

poem

of

goodness

t

o

m

g

o

t

a n t o n i o l a u  e  r

v

a

c

beauty

of

picture

loves

to

be

within

the

picture

of

goodness

a

n

t

n

i

t  o  m g o t o v a c

l

a

u

e

r

I love to love

Miroslav Milomir Mandic

love-kisses

Vera Velizar Varady

18:18 (6:18pm)

eighteen and eighteen I love-kiss You

alive is one

w

e

a

r

e

o

n

e

o

u

o  u  c  h

c

h

I’m waving

to You

I’m not explaining

I’m not answering

I’m winking

I’m crackling with my fingers

I’m mingling

with my hips

my lips

my mind

heart-like

god-like

with humour

our

hum

ohm-ohm

b

o

g

o

b  o  g  o  m  o  g  o  b

o

g

o

b

(with God, prim. prev.)

j

e

d

n

j   e  d   n   i  m  s  m  o

m

s

m

o

(we are one, prim. prev.)

I changed sweaty t-shirt

I put the shirt inside out

fuck-it-humour

takeaway humour

Tija Tijana

hundred grams with no authority

I hug You Bela

three hundred grams without terminology

I love-kiss Hamvas

magnolias will start soon

swallows will come soon

loyalty is the most sexual

g

i

v

r e c e i v i n g

n

g

I adore You – You divinise me

You adore me – I divinise You

this morning I took out around thirty dates of birth of those I

adored – the ones that divinised me because I adores them

p

b o m b i  n  g  o h a s b e g u n

e

m

today I bought two bananas and I said to the polite sales woman that I’ve

heard yesterday and that I put last night banana skins on my painful soles and heels

and she told me I know of that with cabbage. well that’s even better since it’s cheaper –

I answered her

all of us that are bombing we are killed in the bombing same as

those that we have bombed from the day they were born through bombing

and that’s how it all will be until the bombing stops procreating

by bananas

miroslavmandic

to the fire-fighters who are sacrificing their life to extinguish the fire of knowledge and save the fire of love for all beings

I got up before the alarm clock went off. toilet. put the water for tee to boil. dressed

up. turned the computer on. put the soaked beans on the hot ring. set at the desk

I’m waiting for the spring

04.27am

spring has came. I smiled at it

I got up earlier in order to greet the spring

and write first poem in the book I am You are I

I wrote it

I am God

first words

all other 365 poems will begin the same – I am God

God

last three words in the book I am You are Him are I am bud

after thirty years I am bud has transformed into I am God

poem

I typed in the poem onto the Bud’s screen

I rewrote it in the Red Notebook

I am Penelope

I wrote it down in the first rectangle in the Desk Picture

that will be small poems

buds

God

to You

God

to me

God

to all beings

God

to God

then happy like Tom Sawyer I went again to bed again

I got up at quarter to eight. and same again. toilet. water for tea. dressing up

beans again on the hot ring. turning on the Bud. but also eye exercises...

I was emptied and I lacked sleep

I went for a short and slow walking

today tomorrow and day after tomorrow I’ll walk just six kilometres a day

if somebody wants to walk the rest seven kilometres tomorrow or day after tomorrow

let me know that you have walked and how much so that I can walk on Wednesday or

Thursday 5000 kilometres of the Bud of Walking. if not it will be on Saturday

and

12pm

midday bells are ringing – I love-kiss You midday love

I’m drinking wonderful cheep weak white Riesling

alone – joy to the joy – itself

in Saturday Biljana Roncevic came for a visit to give me

the support for the beginning of writing of I am You are I. when

thirty years ago I wrote I am You are Him Biljana wasn’t even born

Petar Miloradovi’s father died yesterday. old elk has fallen – wrote Petar

beans

birth of a poem

God

love

like a first grader I’m learning how to write poems I am You are I

today as well I was enjoying in slow and nonbinding walking

emptied

thirty year old poem has drained me

sometimes I’ll write in Miroslav Mandic about I am You are I

I would love in couple of years to bind all four books

I am You are Him

Kaja

Milomir

I am You are I

into the one book – because all of them are just

one poem – with comments and refinements

until then I’m not turning back

during last thirty years sometimes I would think how wonderful it will be that –

once in 2011-2012 – I will be writing fourth part of the book I am You are Him

here is that wonderful

wonderful but ordinary

same

new green grass

little white flowers in the grass

February’s March and March of April

streaming of love

alone

alone child

a

l

o

n

a   l   o   n   e   n   o   l   a

n

o

l

a

moment by moment

day by day

years by year

centuries by centuries

stream is streaming

love-kissing love-kisses

č

u

d

e

s

n

o   b   i   č   n   o  n  s  e  d  u  č

n

č

i

b

o

(čudesno = wonderful; obično = ordinary, prim. prev.)

sun

shines

I-am-You-are-I has leaned on the chair rest and watches what he wrote

peaceful

he is

he writes with his eyes over the emptiness

indescribable happiness is rolling within him

even

though

nobody

is

around

he

feels

somebody

is

here

when yesterday in the end of the book twelve year old Tom Sawyer

suggested to twelve year old Huckleberry Finn to form a gang

It’s to swear to stand by one another, and never tell

the gang’s secrets, even if you’re chopped all to flinders,

and kill anybody and all his family that hurts one of the gang

Huckleberry Finn answered

That’s gay — that’s mighty gay, Tom, I tell you.

Jelena and Violeta have walked for me the day before yesterday so today

on the 10714^th step will be 5000 kilometres of the Bud of Walking. well that is a poem

my soles heels and Achilles’ tendons are sore. well that is a poem

poems that is a poem

poem those are the poems

86400

seconds

of

a

day

are

86400

poems

within

a

day

turn-about

doo bee doo bee doo

whoa whoa who

dray

searchers

mud around the wheels

horizon is surrounding me

picturesque words are shaping my blessing

through the middle

a

n

d

o

n

l

y

t

h

r

o

u

g

h

t

h

e

m

i

d

d

l

e

the bells of midday love are ringing

I will go on the walking around half three in order to meet up around half five with Ana

Zgonjanin who is bringing me blue crayons for the Blue Roses from Branka Zgonjanin

gratitude to Mina Novcic who is buying me the blue crayons

blue crayons

blue crayons well that is a poem

blue poem

it’s wonderful sitting at the desk in front of the Bud and waiting for the blessings

waiting for them to fly away like a flock of sparrows

to rocket like a robin

to flash like swallows

dazzle

tranquillity

a personality becomes through the amenity

words are counting me

numbers are writing me

pictures are walking me

well

that

is

a

poem