Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I love-kiss You acceleration

You will burn out through love-kissing

Universe is love

particles are love

peach is love

sacrifice is love

tears are love

orgasm love-kisses love

orgasm me Goddess

God

achieve orgasm Sudden Woman

I’m streaming

I’m squeezing my thighs

I’m dancing with my lungs for air

I serve tears

Bank of Water establishes Bank of Love

Bank of Love establishes Bank of Tears

masterpiece of energy

aggression of innocence

Miroslav Mandic Incest is one and only incest

minerals love-kiss minerals

thirteen year old girls are the best lovers and everybody knows that

boys transform boundaries into boundlessness

dimensionality into countless immortality

immortality cannot be proven it’s lived and love-kissed

dedicated to my grandpa Milos Oprin who resurrected in mass firing squad execution

pussy-loving life-loving

Miroslav Mandic pussy is one and only pussy

Miroslav Mandic dick is on and only dick

fresh croissants with hot chocolate

unconditional love for the hungry ones

Bud of All Beings are all defeats in one and only victory of love

lightning of yearning

thunder of salvation

h

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a

r

t

h  e  a  r   t  to  h  e  a  r  t

h

e

a

r

t

there is no end to my beginning

donkey again believes mare

horse cannot cope without innocence

I’m watching a valley

little birds

pussy

I will never hurt hope

I will never ironize faith

I will never deceive love

I won’t make her nature-like

to kill with life

wedded I’m wedding

through jaws of nonviolence

pursy lips

with spread nostrils

with closed eyelids

with rose redness

I’m walking in the indivisible

life is a constant oath to love

love is a constant fucking with the oath

everything comes down to everything

everything

love-kisses

with

everybody

stimulate me innocence

prick me fragility

fool me foolish love of God

touch my penis

caress my mind

give birth

be relived

who hits the target misses everything else and that’s why target is nothingness

who hits God misses everything else and that’s why everything else is nothingness

rejoice

rejoice rejoice

rejoice

God

God

God

God

God

God

God

God

God

God

God God God God God God God God God God God God God God God God God God God God God

Gof

God

God

God

God

God

God

God

God

God

my dear mare

I’m writing with spine

I’m singing with mind

I’m creating with heart

I’m shuffling my belly

light fuck with light

get wedded with everybody saint-like woman

Mirhana encouraged me to keep on working on mystical smile

from yesterday I started taking photos of my face

on the link Walking while talking to You

end miracle happened

now I constantly notice how I clench my jaws

I clench them because of my prosthetics

because of focusing

sorrow

loneliness

pains

refined

I will start whistling again

whenever I became aware I’m clenching them I’ll relax them

I’ll laugh to myself

I’m missing glee

carefree and unduly

I’m thinking of horse jaws and iron bits that they have in their mouth

I’m imagining my jaws like lakes

clear water in which you are naked getting in

I’m standing under the tree in order to see the robin

I haven’t seen it for a long time

it seems like its singing

I’m looking through the treetop

I’ve bent my head completely but I don’t see it

I haven’t seen it. I’m lousy birdwatcher

mystical smile – you are within me – I’m breathing – you are budding – do bud

whenever you feel yearning for me immediately do something nice for somebody else

I love-kiss

You

on the

path of

blessings

while You

are walking

on Your own

and

all

beings

around

You

are singing

Your

poem

and

love-kiss

Your

singing

they are

guarding

one another

and

from

each

being

they collect

the pollen

of life

for

the honey

of immortality

if we are the same here’s one system within me for You

not inferiority but tranquillity

tenderness

contemplation

not melancholy but plainness

peacefulness

sublimeness

not mediocrity but plainness

simplicity

homeliness

not indifference but empathy

surrendering

interweaving

not superiority but transformation

enthusiasm

innocence

not passion but obedience

creation

orgasm

not super ego but conscience

fragility

gentleness

not consciousness but God

freedom

powerlessness

systems within me protect me from the systems that are imposed on me

not I but I am You are I

one and only I

I-am-you-are-I

not walking toward God but running

looking forward

flying

not Miroslav Mandic but Miroslav Mandic

wine of love is milk of immortality

breastfeed

me

sameness

analogy of love-kissing

hey blossom

unreasonableness and insouciance

tattooed on my breasts

just tell me how is the gland of kissing called

a place without place and time in which amorousness dwells

until it’s transformed into the eternity of all beings

not similarity but sameness

similarity is a lot more dangerous than difference

difference is difficult and dangerous

sameness is easy and salvific

today is Sophia Scholl’s birthday

I love-kiss those who are never love-kissed

ecology is new communism

corporationism is new fascism

liberalism new traditionalism

writing is nothing else but just writing

repeated writing

writing through writing

writing through repetition

love through repetition

through the honey of repetition

through miraculous rose

through a simple path

just nurse me nurse of rectitude

nun with kisses

bolero of eternity

spinning in circles until last tear disappears from the eye of every being

I’m not giving up I’m filling each particle with beauty and goodness

sun is warming up my knees

warm wind is caressing my bare hands

I owe a lot to flowers

to the tiny blue ones

to every flower

to the permeating beauty through which goodness lives within all beings

those who hurt me help me transform the pain into the love for all beings

just ask me and don’t worry

questions are love-kissing

answer is love

nongovernmental sector is new babbittry

technology new primitivism

consumerism new world war

medicine new enrichment

accepted terminology new despotism

light new God

I’m writing this blessing with green colour because there is a power cut in the Nest

my legs are tired

while waiting for the electricity to get back I will be writing on the paper

and drawing the picture of Numbers

I’m enjoying in drawing and sinking thoughts

electricity is back

I still have enough strength to write that I don’t have strength and

through doing so gaining strength for the rest of today’s blessings

I’m sorry that you are not recognising me

that over there is the most remote point of the Universe

youngest child of mine that got born at this moment

man is deification

miroslavify yourself

mankind is counter-deification

miroslavication is healing through miroslavication

through the smell of an armpit

with wings of goodness

with love-kissing limbs

through Plotinus

with nettle on the roadside

with chamomile in my nostrils

I paid electricity and utilities and I got scared

when I saw how little money I’m left with

I’m ashamed to be worried about not having enough money

it’s important not to be afraid

sport bicycle leaned on Srki’s shoe repair shop

I’m watching white clouds

I’ll take a photo of them – money will come it will come

acacia smells around the lake

soon will linden as well

roses are here

I love the poem that comes out of the rhythms of speech

words that coming after each other

words that came out of long silence

silence of all-being

poetry is some kind of genial nonsense

Isaac Newton

a drop of rain dropped on my lower lip

blessingographies are these photographs with words

I enjoyed this morning in Plotinus’ enthusiasms about the one

1:57pm

at this moment I’ve changed the system of seven arts

1. god

2. eternal art

3. anonymous art

4. genial art

5. talented art

6. academic art

7. national art

into

1. miroslav mandic art

2. eternal art

3. anonymous art

4. genial art

5. talented art

6. academic art

7. national art

Miroslav Mandic Art – art of everything – singing to everything

say learn what’s your concern

a vegetable selling woman is cheering up everybody around her

little cat on the roof of transformer

three girls have left their school bags on the bench

and they are practicing cartwheel on the grass

all

loves

within

one

poem

all poems in one love

little

bird

has

flown

down

to

the

bottom

of

a

tree

and

it’s

holding

on

the

tree

bark

with

it’s

little

claws

don’t You think

everything that is less is more

isn’t it so

obviously

really

same-like

mild-like

... my loneliness that has often, maybe even too often,

like on the highest tops, taken my breath away and made my

blood gush out, now it’s in the least loneliness in twosome. magical!

Nietzsche’s words about Spinoza in the text A Note about Spinoza by Mario Kopic

here comes the morning

dear Miroslav while reading about the exhibition on the boat Galeb

that Sudac is preparing I came across the starting page of his organisation

http://www.avantgarde-museum.com/frontpage.php your photo with him is

there but you probably know about it. I was a bit surprised… I hug you Bra

my dear Bra I just saw it now

unprotectedness

weakness

for two or three months I’m writing a letter to Vladimir Macura and

Marinko Sudac. I wanted to send it one of these days but Branko’s mail

encouraged me to send it today and do it through the book and site

I hope they will read it or somebody tells them I wrote them today

dear Vladimir dear Marinko

I’m addressing you together because of the sameness

Marinko You called me for the first time on 14 02 2006 and we met on 01 03 2006

Vladimir You phoned me for the first time on 05 10 2007 and we met on 06 10 2007

since then I saw Vladimir many times and on

8 March for the second time with Marinko

I’m addressing you because you are so far the only ones

that got interested for me and my work

Vladimir I beg You that Macura Museum doesn’t have any works by Miroslav Mandic

absence of Miroslav Mandic in Macura Museum is Miroslav Mandic’s art work in Macura Museum

Marinko I beg You that Sudac Collection doesn’t have any works by Miroslav Mandic

absence of Miroslav Mandic in Sudac Collection is Miroslav Mandic’s art work in Sudac Collection

I would love if Miroslav Mandic Art is in your hearts and your minds

to guard your bodies by being exhibited under your skin

miroslav

mandic

joy

of

health

health

of

freedom

freedom

of

transformation

transformation

of

loyalty

loyalty

of

love

love

of

success

in

your

bodies

miroslav

mandic

my work is oneness and it asks to be together in one place

Vladimir and Marinko I beg You to help me be live work and

create every day what belongs to that day within my art

help me encompass and finish

Bud – Miroslav Mandic Art in this lifetime

help me so that one person that is looking for me

in order to take over my work for eternity does find me

help me create Miroslav Mandic Museum

not in the existing reality and public but within all beings

help me so that all those who it would be salvific and transforming

find out about Miroslav Mandic and Miroslav Mandic Art

help me so that all those who would it be joy for and greatest benefit do help me

vladimir

and

marinko

let’s

constantly

restore

innocence

and

serve

every

being

my

art

is

a

poem

of

art

and

art

of

poem

my

art

is

immortality

of

all

beings

my

art

is

success

of

every

being

all

beings

blossom

through

the

bud

of

all

beings

boys

of

hope

lads

of

faith

husbands

of

love

game

is

over

new

godly

game

of

poem

art

walking

miroslav

mandic

is

beginning

of

your

miroslav

mandic

vladimir

macura

of

your

miroslav

mandic

marinko

sudac

one

is

vladimir

macura

one

is

marinko

sudac

one

miroslav

mandic

god

stripping naked after being strip naked

I’m happiest when God love-kisses himself

when God is

when rose is

when sips of water are

when God starts wanting Himself

when soil starts wanting itself

when water drinks itself

when air wants itself

when fire burns itself

when God within me loves to be God

to savour my love

to bless himself with my blessings

God only God

bathes within my love

God through my love God

ouch

then second coffee

walking waits for me to bestride it like a horse and go into the warm day

naked

limb

of love

itself

one

and only

love

God

God sweet to God

God

cherries are becoming reddish

there are more and more lizards and they are perkier and perkier

Spinoza is livelier and livelier and more and more Spinoza

in each just born youngling of any being God love-kisses and guards all beings

while walking I will watch how God love-kisses and guards all beings

rose on the road

vibrating particle

rose is a path to the bud

path

is

a

rose

to

the

bud

rose on the path – Bud of All Beings

path of rose – Bud

cherries are each day more and more red

an old dog is laying on the asphalt and peacefully observing everything around him

while waiting for the bus a young man is sitting in the grass and reading Flaubert

everything that isn’t repetition is boring

why am I rejecting everything that isn’t everything

because I am everything

one

because I want that each being to succeed before me

because I want the rejected illicit and locked up ones to succeed

because I want to resurrect all beings that have ever lived that are alive and that will live

because I want to succeed first within You

because only through You I can succeed and You are not around

because I want to succeed constantly in every being

because the poem of my art echoes in every word

because the art of my poem hums in every part

because through one leg I’m dancing and through another singing

because the temple on my right temple is love

because the temple on my left temple is Universe

because there is God bud on my neck

because my bud God is within You

constant tranquillity without setback

constant beginning without ending

hey daddy

two days ago I saw how a sixty year old man in a hurry took out his mobile phone and said hey daddy

sir is this your money

yesterday while writing the prices of Miroslav Mandic Gigolo for Mirhana I left

the bill of hundred dinars on the asphalt as an example of easy giving and after five

minutes a man approached me with handed out bill and said sir is this your money

it’s so nice being Miroslav Mandic

I experienced last night in one moment

it’s a pity I’m going to die

it continued the next moment

I rejoice my death because all beings are becoming immortal through my death

it opened up to me in the third moment

peace

g

o

d

here is 333^rd week since I’ve been writing this book

a book whose name nobody is saying out loud yet

constant fucking

joy of singing

sing me shyness

sing me fucking

sing me modesty

sing me angles

sing me Jerry Lee Lewis

sing me Billie Holiday

sing me Johnny Cash

sing me Violeta Jovanovic

sing me You little swallow

sing me Sr

sing me Pe

sing me Su

sing me Ra

sing me M

sing me poverty

sing me immortality

sing me runaway child

sing me slaughtered hind

sing me broken branch

sing me ripped off rose

sing me paved stone

sing me freedom female singer of freedom

sing me truth male gigolo of truth

sing me coming

sing me resurrection

sing me rain which imbibes sceneries with bread

sing me one and only love

sing me one and only fucking

sing me one and only singing

sing me sperm with which I’m impregnating all beings with immortality

by forgoing me for somebody or something – that becomes God’s

Miroslav

by surrendering Yourself to me You are becoming Goddess

God

death liberates all beings and makes them immortal

flies are flying over the wet asphalt

the lake is still after the rain

I’m warming my nostrils with fingers

to make a mistake is painful but repeating the mistake is stupid

sometimes I feel how you are packing me in your world

in which there is only no me who is everything

o

god n god

l

y

the way Newton managed his reputation and career I find repulsive but

it’s even more repulsive when those who are not Newton are doing the same thing

I should cut my eyebrows

in seven days hundred and forty four new Definitions of Art are waiting for me

I’m looking forward

what is also waiting for me but in thirty five days is the beginning of

Internet Begging in Glory of 33 Years of My Begging

how to do that

in fifty eight days four hundred eightieth photo of the

One Man – fortieth anniversary of that work is waiting for me

gratitude only gratitude

in eighty four days second Thirty Three Days of Bowing or writing of the

Poem about Poem – forty years after the text The Poem about Film is waiting for me

wishing that I don’t go to jail again but also to liberate from jail all of those who are innocent in it

in hundred days celebration of forty years of Red Notebook is waiting for me

how to celebrate that with God You and all beings

forty years of fucking

fucking

suffering

enduring

not-betraying

not-possessing

not-giving-up

nonviolence

creating

walking

singing

love-kissing

fucking is fucked up

it’s even more fucked up to be fucked

most

fucked-up

is

to

be

God

d

i

v

i

n

e

p

o

e

m

god

god to god

god

summer is coming I should be putting things later on the internet

do You think that half nine is ok

the best one the only one is not alone because he is alone for everything

the best one the only one is not alone because

he knows that everybody thinks they are alone

the best one the only one is not alone because everybody is one with him

the

best

one

the

only

one

is

not

alone

because

he

is

alone

like

god

bud

is budding

Goddess

death liberates all beings and makes them immortal

love sings all beings and makes them God

self-thought one is god-thought one

god-thought one is God

god-thought one is a path towards God

god-thought one is God’s path to God

god-thought one is God through God

god-thought God’s rose

god-thought-like I met Djordje Stanojevic near green market

everything I was telling and drawing to Djordje I was telling and drawing

as god-thought one and god-thought-like

even my heart started to hurt a bit

every step is god-thought – the most important

every joining if god-thought – crucial

every being is god-thought – the only one

every blessing is god-thought – loyal

being god-thought I’m writing these words

being god-thought I love-kiss every being

being god-thought I make decisions

beauty of god-thought-ness is in the smell of the first-ness

goodness of god-thought-ness is within simple-heartedness

only god-thought one knows that everything comes from God

the rest thinks it’s from Universe nature parents nation fatherland professors

god-thought one never even heard of the word god-thought

god-thought one is the only child that remains child forever

god-thought one imbibes thirsty ones with rain

god-thought one feeds hungry ones with rose and bread

when god-thought one was asked if he knows what is humour god-thought one said I

when certain woman asked god-thought one

if he knows what is love god-thought one said You

when certain child asked god-thought one

who is the best god-thought one said Miroslav Mandic

when certain name asked god-thought one and what is

Your name god-thought one said Miroslav Mandic God-Thought One

when god-thought one says that his name is Miroslav Mandic God-Thought One

I hope that he thinks of me since my name as well is Miroslav Mandic God Thought One

Miroslav Mandic Theory of Everything

until now nobody is saying my name

Miroslav Mandic Tenderness That Permeates All Beings

Miroslav Mandic Love Through Which All Beings Love-Kiss Every Being

don’t write about me – says Humour-thought one

my work is not from God but for God

God

g

o

d

god to god god

g

o

d

w

o

w

wow beauty wow

w

o

w

incomprehensible – whispering

suspicious – fucking

improvable – lullaby

immesurable – prayer

God can’t save me from himself – religion prevents me from God

child can’t save me from itself – parenthood prevents me from child

justice can’t save me from itself – law prevents me from justice

I can’t save me from itself – selfishness prevents me from I

You can’t save me from itself – You prevent yourself from I

love can’t save me from itself – passion prevents me from love

truth can’t save me from itself – illusion prevents me from truth

play can’t save me from itself – imagination prevents me from play

cock can’t save me from itself – cockiness prevents me from cock

pussy can’t save me from itself – motherhood prevents me from pussy

fucking can’t save me from itself – taboos prevent me from fucking

courage can’t save me from itself – decency prevents me from courage

life can’t save me from itself – death prevents me from life

road can’t save me from itself – traffic prevents me from the road

rose can’t save me from itself – kitsch prevents me from the rose

humour can’t save me from itself – jokes prevent me from humour

poem can’t save me from itself – conceit prevents me from poem

art can’t save me from itself – culture prevents me from art

walking can’t save me from itself – sport prevents me from walking

trauma can’t save me from itself – self-care prevents me from trauma

compassion can’t save me from itself – laziness prevents me from compassion

solidarity can’t save me from itself – property prevents me from solidarity

Goddess can’t save me from herself – woman saves me from Goddess

Srdjan Valjarevic can’t save me from Srdjan Valjarevic

Srdjan Valjarević saves me from Srdjan Valjarevic

and after all you go on all about me – Humour-thought one is smiling

the best one is best in everything

the best one is the idea of the best one

the best ones are the ideology of the best ones

I enjoy when you are writing about the best one and the best ones

one person wrote this to me last night – collect it then in one file for me

you fucked me up and you made my evening with blessings from 19^th May

Srdjan Valjarevic this morning in his e-mail

humour is defence from evil

irony defence from love

the only thing I have to give You are endless

possibilities to give me and to give Yourself to me constantly

love of love is overcoming of every instinct

first time in the woods this year. heats are coming

I will be swimming in the lake and walking through the woods

fascism works through fathers

communism works through mothers

liberalism through children

the only thing I have to give You is goodness of endless

possibilities to give me and to surrender Yourself to me constantly

God only gives to everyone the possibility that everyone can become God

with cane

with heavy bosoms

with tiny veins on the thighs

with a book of poetry that I’m reading with greatest pleasure and on which covers

is written to dear Mira for many happy years to come Bojka – in Belgrade

on 1^st January 1985

book covers are steps

whoever is Bojka – Bojka is poetry

book was edited by Sreten Maric and Djordjije Vukovic

ask me once to tell You about Sreten Maric and Djordjije Vukovic

roots are distancing from God

poem is eternal horniness of God’s lovers

the only thing that I have to give You is the beauty of endless

possibilities to give me and to keep on giving me constantly

these days a friend of mister Alistair Saunderson is in Belgrade

even though I don’t know a friend of mister Alistair Saunderson I suggest to her that in

honour of Alistair Saunderson she buys monthly supplies of necessities for Miroslav Mandic

asking is more innocent than giving

more innocent from innocent is honey-meant

a bee of singing

while she was sitting on the shepherd she was screaming I can’t bear this beauty

a shepherd was pruning a rose in a shepherd’s way so the rose transformed into a bud

bees are beautiful

the most beautiful goodness of mine

the only thing I have to give You is the bud of endless

possibilities to give me and to keep on giving me constantly

my lips are becoming numb from kissing

my skin is tingling from yesterday’s first swimming on the lake with Mirhana

May swimming

my heels are hurting for hundred and thirty three days now

mares and horses are hoofing through my heels

I don’t know what the cause is

we are your wings. you got us tired with walking

heels are saying

after a long time Raca the stonecutter from Novi Sad called me and said

that in his big house I have a room and that he would love if I would live

in his place. he asked me to reed Remarque’s The Black Obelisk

I will read The Black Obelisk and I hope that Raca will feel that I already live in his place

I spent two hours with Stephanie – a friend of Mister Alistair Saunderson

she bought me three soaps. two toothpastes. toilet paper

instant coffee. litre of oil. tea for prostate. tape for Blue Film

we will see each other in the evening as well so that

she can tell me about herself and the Indian Emaho

I am your child

each particle says to me

I am your fat tissue on the back Miroslav Mandic

I am your sports legs Miroslav Mandic that are

thinner and thinner and funnier and funnier

I am your sixty two years old cock Miroslav Mandic

I am your style Miroslav Mandic through which you love-kiss all the pencils

I am your whore because I want only you Miroslav Mandic

I am corn

I am a virus of immortality

I am a bacterium of health

Definitions of Art are waiting for me tomorrow

new 144 definitions in next twelve days

I will be writing them around midday

I will write them and write them

I need around six litres of cheapest Riesling = 840 dinars

nine kilos of baby potatoes = 720 dinars

six kilos of cucumbers = 480 dinars

tree kilos of bread = 480 dinars

litre of oil = 150 dinars

2670 dinars for basic twelve day fuel of 144 Definitions of Art

be a financial director of Definitions of Art

be a bed of my fervours

be the rhythm of my loyalties

I’m leaving

I’m resurrecting

art is breakaway from male society and army. from then on I’m on my own