Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

art is you. stimulation of hope

art is myth. hand raised in the air

art is a fairy tale. plainest plainness

art is danger. save me today as well my danger

art is 100 steps. Your hundred kisses feet that walked hundred steps

art is that the most beautiful thing is to be with Miroslav Mandic 

love is courage and courage is love and sms that I’ve sent to one mother and her son

art is my ID. sanctity of sameness in every particle and in any kiss

art are couples. I of public and I of market. you and I. rose and path

pussy and cock. poet and artist. dancing and singing. please and thank you

insouciance and unreasonableness. patience and suffering. carefullness and care

art is Fourth Art. it saved both me and Rose of Wandering during the Rose of Wandering

art is Fifth Art. into which I casted off infront of

the few of my young frineds on 8^th December 2001

art is the System of Seven Arts. constant overlapping and vibrating

of everything within everything

art is Miroslav Mandic Art. one and only love

and one and only singing of each being to all beings

first June again

Definitons of Art is art of defining

Definitons of Art are love whispering – of the alone ones to the lonely ones

Definitons of Art are corridors that are not leading me anywhere but that are singing me

Definitons of Art are boyish joy whith which I can hardly wait

the next day so that I could sing new Definitons of Art

today as well as yesterday patience fucked the unbearable

everything that I can’t bare about You I actually love-kiss from all my heart

God as well as me and You and love is only what is now and here

God as well as me and You and love is only what is eternal and infinit

God as well as me and You and love is only fuckable immortality

with stomach

with throaght use me

I love You because You are never here when I need You

You weaned me from Yourslef

delivered me to the one who is always here

Little Goddess

on first of June I broke up with Kaja Cirilovic

five years of solitude

five years of flowers

five years of deification

five years in glory of five years

first of June is over again 

art is invention of names. my name is I Am A Husband And Love To Every Whore

art is that I’m not a member of any professional or any

other association. I kiss all kisses through which all beings kiss themselves

I pulsate through orgasms through which beings are cominggggg kissing each other

art is love-kissing passers-by and celebrating their Godly faces

sublimity of unnamed and unnoticed plays which I’m creating every day

art are all beings. I repeat art are all beings

art is Miroslav Mandic wants greatest success. success after the success of all beings

I am a success in everyone’s success. and in the end of time all successes will

celebrate all failures and will rejoice one and only Miroslav Mandic Success

art is Miroslav Mandic is singing creating and walking

every moment everywhere and to everything love – eternal art in a poem of all beings

art is Bud of All Beings. one and only one to the one and only one

art is immortality. You make me immortal – that’s so simple

art are 86400 moments of Miroslav Mandic’s life in every day. rain that

just started to pour so I immediately turned off the music

in order to listen the music of thunder and rain

art are 86400 Miroslav Mandic’s works of art every day. only thing we want

is to fuck my mother – my father – my sister – my brother – my daughter – my son

art is Virgin Kaja girl Virgin Mary. it was beautiful to be born from Kaja’s vagina

and to realise in my sixtieth that Virgin Mary gave birth to me

art is just born God’s child. I’m being born

every moment to God’s to Yours and all beings’ joy

wow how defining liberates me and surrenders to Your surrendering

wow

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poem

wow

Definitions of Art are unknown to me Tomislava Sekulic in all beings

Definitions of Art are Tomislava Sekulic and love of all beings for Tomislava Sekulic

Definitions of Art are Your love for Tomislava Sekulic

Definitions of Art are Tomislava Sekulic who love-kisses You

everything that I am is Tomislava Sekulic

nobody should ever renounce Tomislava Sekulic

nobody should start a day without love-kissing Tomislava Sekulic

everything that I sing is because of Tomislava Sekulic only You know that

innocence-ing

(in Serbian: čednijanje)

to the children

(čedima)

to the innocent ones

(čednima)

through you-I-ing

You

I-ing

I adore You adored woman

You and me love each other for love’s sake not for life’s sake

cry through love-kissing me – through love-kissing me transform yourself

one are the tears-the only tears – sms that I sent to You at 14:17

sing through love-kissing and love-kiss Miroslav – sms that I sent to myself at 14:18

it pours again

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clitoris pours

first orgasm pours

we are pouring

art is God. Miroslav Mandic God

art is Goddess. Miroslav Mandic Goddess

art is God-life-art

Miroslav Mandic-Miroslav Mandic-Miroslav Mandic 

art is God-sex-money

Miroslav Mandic-Miroslav Mandic-Miroslav Mandic 

art is oldest human being. Miroslav Mandic in flash and blood

art is I and you. Miroslav Mandic and Miroslav Mandic

art is I and you – one and only Miroslav Mandic I

art is face. Miroslav Mandic face

art is walking. Miroslav Mandic walking

art is path. Miroslav Mandic path

art is rose. Miroslav Mandic rose

art is wandering. Miroslav Mandic wandering

Definitions of Art are one and only name of all names and each Miroslav Mandic name

trembling

Definitions of Art is Miroslav Mandic sexuality

and asexuality of Your oppositions to Your one and only I

joy of a fucked heart heals all fucked up hearts

Simone Boué

Emil Cioran’s companion and my admiration for her suicide

sameness is achieved through constant transformation

difference is consequence of not changing

sameness is truth – difference is illusion

I love You a lot all these years

I’m creating You – You are singing me

and if I don’t understand You and if You don’t hear me it’s a sin vanity and stupidity

I’m leaving in order to transform sin vanity and stupidity within every being

enlightened boy doesn’t let down a girl

loving girl doesn’t betray a boy

disbelief and rivalry are surrounding me

I’m going towards deification and companionship

path is a path

rose is a rose

walking is singing

Miroslav Mandic of Miroslav Mandic Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic with Miroslav Mandic Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic hey Miroslav Mandic Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic all words which are flowing towards their source

Miroslav Mandic word which is flying towards its source

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art is bud. same budding in everything

art is a circle. incomprehensible beauty of comprehensible goodness

art is circling. sometimes I call You dancing

sometimes walking – sometimes shake it baby shake it

art is a poem. my life is more important to me than Yours

dedicated to Mirjana Lukic

art is I-am-You-are-I

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art is Bud of All Beings – God’s rose

calm sunny afternoon soaked with smells of light in anybody’s heart

art is the best one. balls of courage of most gentle lips

while writing this definition I’m hearing the thunder in the distance. airplane and child’s voice

art is Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother in eternity

as is Miroslav Mandic Fucks Everybody’s Mother in youth

art is one and only artist. the name of the first

the one and only artist is Miroslav Mandic

art is a poet of all beings. the name of the first poet of all beings is Miroslav Mandic

art is the walker of the one and only one. the name of the

first walker of the one and only one is Miroslav Mandic

art is Miroslav Mandic. creating singing and love-kissing

through one and only name of Yours – Miroslav Mandic name

Kaja happy eighty fifth birthday to You

my little girl – mother of all mothers – little girl in every little girl

woman of all women

girls give birth to women

woman of all men

love creates woman

Kaja my dandelion

God love-kisses woman-dandelion

splash of resurrection

happy birthday also to all mothers that didn’t give birth or

if they did but if in both cases they are mothers to all beings

happy birthday also to all mothers that have renounced

their motherhood in glory of one and only mother of all beings

if at some point somewhere in Your heart you meet Kaja

drink a glass of brandy and cup of coffee with her

I’ve finished writing of this year’s Definitions of Art from number

865 to number 1008. Definitions are flowers of innocence in torn flowers

through the tunnel of light

let’s go I – says I. let’s go – says I to me

I

my lamb

let’s wake

wake through Cosmos

wake through Outer Space

wake through Universe

wake through Planet which guards each being from horrible globalisation of the selfish

we are free of charge but with greatest prise – blue money – money of resurrection and immortality

let’s wake

let’s drink

through rebellion

power is dead

with conscience

through one and only love – not through relationships and businesses

with womb of each word I refine each word of heart

with heart of each word I impregnate each word of mind

with mind of each word I fuck with each word of love

through whirlwinds of tranquillity and through tranquillity of whirlwinds female and male fucker are one

Milomir happy ninety fifth birthday to You

let’s get going through the days that follow

forty years old ones from the beginning of being engaged in art

twenty years old ones from the beginning of Rose of Wandering

after twelve days of writing Definitions of Art I’m even more so

the art itself and much more remote from the existing art

it was very exciting and hard

I hope I won’t get sick after that great exhaustion

this morning I got a herpes on my lip

my heels didn’t stop hurting even though I walked just a little bit

average daily walking dropped from 13,029 kilometres to 12,792 kilometres

daily average walking of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking should be

12,796 kilometres. I’m hence four metres under the daily average

I don’t know how and will at all the pain in my heels go away but I need to walk

I’d like to swim

to take two days rest and then begin with preparations for

the first day of summer and 33 years from the Fictional Economy or

Economy of Conscience or Thirty Three Years of Admiration for Beggars

first smell of linden this year

after twelve days I’m again on the lake

lake turned into a beach

I was sad. I didn’t swim

it wasn’t hard for me to walk even though I felt pain in my heels

I walked in sandals

I was thinking about Edgar Allan Poe’s text about his poem Raven

I was thinking about Novalis’ love for Sophie von Kühn

they both speak of beauty and death

old ice-cream selling woman lifted her legs on the chair in order to rest them

old limping man and young paraplegic man were talking about tennis

at one moment I heard humming of the leaves on the

branches and felt how sadness is leaving me

I bought big iceberg lettuce

herbal chees and mayonnaise

things started to fit into their places

I picked up two cherries from the asphalt

I stared at the young vine

I anticipated two three ideas that would help me survive and work

I thought I’ll open a new e-mail address

You are not connected to the Internet.

I just got informed from the computer

Swimming across the ocean, I beginning to get on in the work that I’m already creating.

it’s written in the seventh blessing of this book

now I’m in the ocean of 66293^rd blessing

God only knows which ocean that is

vastness surrounds me

it’s within me

the smaller I am the vaster it is

the smaller I am it’s more and more within me

it’s nearly eleven and I haven’t even drew either 64 Buds nor Blue Rose

I’ll get going at noon in the strongest sun

I was working all the time on the begging that is waiting for me in the day of summer

I would like to write today’s blessings before the walk and to send them to Violeta and

Ivana so that I don’t have to sit at the desk nor turn on the computer when I come back

I’m upset

I also have to shave

I’ll do it right away

I’m shaved

yesterday I had a short conversation with Ice-Cream Selling

Woman Lifted Her Legs On The Chair In Order To Rest Them and

in the end I told her when I pass through here in future can I say hallo to You

always

she answered

grapes have begun to develop

levees next to the river are meandering

every day I’m reading texts about poetry

yesterday I enjoyed in titles of certain poems

I wished to write just titles

hunches

hints

recognitions

hastenings

corner on which we were kissing every night of that autumn

you left the lavender in my table

Pannonian sand is brought by eastern wind

while waiting for you to speak out

I’m

walking

through

a

poem

noon is close. I’m going over to the other desk to draw 64 Buds and Blue Roses

then after short exercise in the middle of the room getting out into the hot day as well

I’m ploughing through reading texts about poetry

I’m refreshing the soil of poetry

I’m preparing second 33 days bowing – writing the Poem about Poem

I love to prepare myself from the distance so that I would be

as free as possible when the time comes

many things that I’m reading is long time within me

I was most rejoiced by Ezra Pound from

whose words I will actually make a poem

my poems are pointless

a lot of repetitions

when I was seventy

I realised

that I’m not a loony

but an idiot

my works

are

stupid and ignorant

from the beginning till the end

stupid and ignorant

a mess

everything good that I did

I spoiled

with bad intentions

I was too obsessed

with unimportant and foolish things

sloppiness

I didn’t know enough

of a lot of things

I was reading too little and too slow

I was taking

a bit of this

a bit of that

that would make me interested

and put that in a sack

and

that’s not the way

art work is created

that is actually that work of art

Ezra I love-kiss every word of yours

Your words have reminded me of old Indians

old fisherman

old men that are pleating baskets from thin rods

old women and their herbal elixirs

Eros of a hand

all those poems that have been written by a hand

a poem is constantly here like a love

in the crack of down

in the movement of the Universe in every particle

in the honourable life without money

in enough

in sympathies

in tattooed nerves in all beings

Ezra Your poem is beautiful

the crack of arch-poetry

singing through the dawn of poetry

somewhere somebody

while the rain is pouring

a whole day by a whole day

heavy bags on the shoulders

huger that is coming over humanity

Ulrike Meinchof

without coming back to the eternal coming back

bread

bud

Ulrike Meinchof. Andreas Baader. Gudrun Ensslin

rose-volution

last night a friend sent me an e-mail with what she likes and what she doesn’t like in sex

I like tenderly and decisively

that he hit the right spots

to know where he’s going

not to get lost when he’s touching

to touch even before he’s touching

to differentiate giving and receiving and to know how to balance them out

to know how to stop

suddenly

like a rest in music

it excites me the most

when he is very excited and yet calm

to lead me on with that calmness

to hold me where I love to be held and to hold his hand there

and then to listen to my breathing and voices

to show his enjoyment when I’m caressing him

to smile. to be serious

to be present

to watch me and to look at me watching him

to see that I see him

to see god in each other

to see ourselves in god. to see god in ourselves

to love in those moments everything that exists the way I love as well

to love my orgasms the same way I love his

I don’t like when he undresses himself right away

and to undress me the same quick and unimportant way

when he’s not connected. when he loses connection

when he gets lost

when he can’t enjoy

but he goes all at once

as if he’s overeating

when he’s pleasing only himself

that he’s pleasing only me

when he’s not kissing. not looking. not caressing

when he doesn’t know and doesn’t know how to find out

when he rides on his own and he doesn’t even know he’s doing it

to be pushy. to be scared

stopping

I wrote the poem about Ulrike Meinchof forty years ago in the Red Notebook

every day is a revolution

loyalty to all beings

I’m sitting at the computer and waiting for blessings

they are not coming. I’m going to draw Blue Rose and 64 Buds

I drew them. now it’s a bit easier

I’m too tired. I dehydrated yesterday. I walked nineteen kilometres

yesterday I saw one inscription of mine I am thirty years old

it was good to see that

it was nice to write that

she blinked – I felt her – joy in my soul

while I was whisking the coffee on the balcony I was gently thinking of You

have me constantly within You

through my writing I’m loyal to Your reading

I’m writing even when I don’t feel like writing so that I don’t ever let You down

bread with margarine spread

young peas

Saturday prayer

it’s nice to write. to get back and correct the written. to carry on caressing

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when I write something beautiful I less worry about

money since I created money through beauty

I never liked to earn money I rather like to create it

even though I don’t have money I believe that I created

a lot of money and I believe that somebody feels and knows that

I wish that many people live out of my money

I love those who believe when nobody believes

I love the chirping of birds in these words

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poem

even

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no

poem

bud-volution

I’m writing with my chest

with milky grass

after six days I’m again drinking wine

weak Riesling

whole week I was enjoying without wine now I’m enjoying in it

in words even more so

in next blessing forever

then in each following blessing always

in one and only duration

in heavy breasts in which are all grass of this and other world

a path in thighs

in the spines of roses

easiness is within God

God – easiness in everything

if you receive my word you will feel grace and easiness

if you don’t receive it you will feel heaviness and painfulness

I lean my head on my shoulders

I’m a bit ashamed of myself

one breast is insouciance. the other one is unreasonableness

nurse me – insouciance. nurse me – unreasonableness

I’m not ashamed any more

I am

I sing

I don’t wonder

love is being in form for love

form (lat. conditio) condition; circumstance; position

fixing; a place achieved under certain circumstances;

private teaching of students, private lessons given to

students: to be in form – to be in good state (as of a wrestler,

boxer, tennis player, footballer, athlete, racing horse etc.)

to young mister Djordje

I’m loyal to You

it’s not more present than the Universe

constant Walt Whitman

constantness innocence blooms within You

I’m nothing – I’m everything

a sweater dressed up in blue hydrangea

you’re still writing

last blessing is for You

last night on Ban’s Hill I saw two young men practicing parkour

I approached them so they were telling me about it and showing me their skills

those were fifteen year old Bozidat Surla and Milorad Stegnjaic

parkour is connecting and flow – they said

I love when a word sings within me

I love even more when You dance with my words

I love the best when God sings within me through all beings

the way I write today nobody else writes because this is how eternal now is writing

I don’t have too much time to write today’s blessings

that’s why I should slow down even more so

slowly and most simple

in the same rhythm

blessings will be coming on their own

I should just surrender to the slowness of simplicity and same rhythm

to the monotony

that is spreading

with no significance or wishes as long as it only is

taking the shortest route from point a to point b

each point is closest to each point

science lives in improvability

that’s how each point lives within each point

thought within each though

tree in each tree

immortality on the palm

I haven’t prepared myself the best for the business lunch

with Mrs Mirhana but I hope that it will be an occasion in which

this business lunch will bring me even more than I expect from it

I live for the joy of life

I survive in glory of creation

I’m rich for immortality of poetry

I love the richness of the poor ones

I love the richness of those who renounce it

I love the richness of the noble ones

Chet Baker is singing

I’m leaving soon

today I should make 479^th photo of One Man

on 14^th July will be forty years of One Man

gratitude to You too 66489^th blessing

I need few easily conquered blessings

good beginning and immediate realisation

past is dissatisfaction – future fear

now smile

fireflies are flying through the woods in late afternoon

they start shining suddenly and in unexpected places

little-beings

philosophers of light

I love to drink goodness

I love to walk with goodness

I love to fuck with goodness

fireflies are flying

don’t be afraid

it’s dawning

just say that

I’m dancing

I’m run down

reasonless sadness prepares reasonless joy

I pat myself on the shoulder

I love music a lot

I love to dance a lot

I hope that this summer I will play football

I need that ball in my feet which I cannot control as I used to

I played football last time in 1999 during the bombing

my legs are getting weak

it seems to me that I’ll refresh them with the ball in my head

do You know that I died with many poems

I’m dying

I’m crying

love-kissing

eternal-making

travel rose

love-kiss love

lick my tears

what is Odyssey to Homer it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Don Quixote to Cervantes it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what are Gragantua and Pantagruel to Rabelais it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Hamlet to Shakespeare it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Werther to Goethe it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is blue flower to Novalis it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Arthur Gordon Pym to Poe it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Zarathustra to Nietzsche it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what are leaves of grass to Walt Whitman it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what are flowers of evil to Baudelaire it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Ana Karenina to Tolstoy it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Raskolnikov to Dostoyevsky it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Madame Bovary to Flaubert it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is common task to Nikolai Fyodorov it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Melanctha to Gertrude Stein it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is freedom to Berdyaev it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is urinal to Duchamp it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Charlot to Charlie Chaplin it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what are language games to Wittgenstein it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is nonviolence to Ghandi it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what are plums to William Carlos Williams it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Svejk to Hasek it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is silence to John Cage it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Godot to Beckett it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Dean Moriarty to Kerouac it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is a brunette to Tisma it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Pannonia to Zvonko Bogdan it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is international blue to Yves Klein it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is strange fruit to Billie Holiday it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is San Quentin prison to Johnny Cash it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is God to Christ it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is Miroslav Mandic to Djorde Stanojevic it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

what is van Gogh to van Gogh it is Miroslav Mandic to Miroslav Mandic

through creation I’m in eternity – through life I’m in time

let’s go eternity of this moment

words are giving to the sight what sight expects from them

dusk sunlight on the oak leaves

a girl is practicing balance on the grass

forest conversations

happy together

goodness and modesty

eternity of the first encounter

art of the first encounter

poem of the first encounter

let it always be the first time

You are reading for the first time what I wrote for the first time

with shapes of air

summer is coming on Tuesday at 7.16pm

that’s when I will send the first letter

I’m calm – grass is growing

I really love rose

I have two dried roses on the table

oh yes. I nearly forgot. when two nights ago

I gave to the old homeless woman who asked me for money

four five twenty dinars bills she shyly said thank you – that’s enough

I love-kiss You my lady

it was a great honour hearing those words

I love to write with my ears

there’s not a lot of joy in these words but it’s all meant for You

in my thoughts I’m sitting next to the river

I’m a river to a river

I’m reaching out with my hand

little

poem

sings

when I was young I was imagining that I’m somebody somewhere

now I am somebody somewhere

somebody within this blessing

somewhere with this blessing

I identify myself with poem

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I of light

I of goodness

I of every day

I of sky

I of soil

I of ocean and seas

I of grass and all seeds

I of sun and stars

I of fishes

I of birds

I of animals

I of man

I of each name

I constant affirmation of anybody’s I

I always and forever same I

I of a beautiful girl who surrenders to the light of an ugly one

I of innocence is dying for the innocence of all beings

I

I  I  I

I

Your I – though. my I – even more so. they are nothingness

when you told me this morning that you picked St. John’s Worth for me I felt sadness

I felt Your I that yearns to manifest itself and dominate

I was immediately disgusted with my I

I will be silent

I will disappear

I of the dusk is sinking into the deep blue of the daybreak

I of a rose disappears in a bud

I of heavy rain disappears in greenery of young corn

I of Galaxy walks in peace

I of Cosmos creates through order and harmony

I of Universe sings in one

my I disappears in Your I

Your I disappears in I of Miroslav Mandic

I of Miroslav Mandic disappears into Miroslav Mandic I

God

and you’re walking barefoot

said to me on Saturday afternoon little girl who was sitting on the bench and licking ice cream

I’m crying

I’m reading texts about Amy Winehouse on Monday afternoon

it was all in vain

joy – sometimes in vain is the only that is not in vain – my vainly joy

spring in the chest

summer in the spine

autumn in the eyes

winter in hands and feet

smoke will

I love-kiss You my Amy

from today my love for Amy is open forever

I’m singing only under the Miroslav Mandic Sameness

God gave us male and female sex to love-kiss each other

and not to dominate with given sex over the other sex

suicide – don’t even try to understand this blessing

I’ll go and cross over there

an old peasant woman is saying aloud while we are bypassing each other

I’ll cook peas for the first time in my life

peas. one potato. one onion. oil. spices. afterwards I’ll also put a bit of flour…

the smell of peas is spreading through the Nest

I’m thinking of my wife – little girl that told me and you’re walking barefoot

Hank Williams is singing – Amy you’re kissing me

walking is redemption

art transformation

singing resurrection

I live in vain – that’s eternity

heart in heart

mind in mind

life of life

I vow to You my love – You constantly love-kiss every beings

jenny and donkey

cow and ox

doe and buck

mare and horse

it’s cooling

I licked it

it’s really good

those first cooked peas

welcome the day of tomorrow

33 years have passed since in 1978 I became aware and begun

to work on what I then called Fictive Economy. my buddy Economy

today I celebrate all those years and people

who were giving no matter when and to whoever

I celebrate all those who were receiving

sometimes I write in my books about all of that and about the ways in which

I have survived and worked all these years because it’s the very heart of poetry

money clearly tells who You are

that’s why I’m begging

I wrote about it the most in Gerda, Thank You for Your Tenderness

Gerda, Thank You for Your Tenderness together with today’s blessings will be a part of

the Book About Blue Money that I will start writing on the first day of summer next year

few days ago when I was going through the folder

with Gerda I reminded myself of these two things

because of You, because of me, because of the Planet,

I want to be, it’s necessary that I’m independent. therefore I beg

You to help me sing about Your understanding and help in my independency

one of the last if not the last Letter to a Symbolic Father from 23^rd March 2001

to create eternal son. to create daughter of eternity

to create love so that love could live love

Letters to Alive Son for Money and Alive Daughter for Care and Help in Work 12^th May 2001

and here is the Beggar’s Charter which gave

me the strength in the beginning of the Rose of Wandering

beggar’s charter

the honesty of beggary breaks my heart – arthur rimbaud

I am a beggar and I beg You to give me so that I can keep on begging and pleading

beggary is art of receiving and giving. like art, beggary is a God given gift.

I have always wanted to beg, but I could never pluck up courage and I was scared,

because begging is a depth, a maelstrom of the bottom. I am begging because begging

is a work within the economy of conscience. a bud. a work for gift. I am begging

in order to awaken the female part inside my soul – the eternal female – in the hand

which chooses not, which evaluates not, but opens itself with trust towards the unknown.

I am begging to fight my pride and fear of life. I am begging to be free, depending on

the other. I am begging to say thank you

but three months ago I saw that I’m in danger

and I decided to do what I’m beginning today

I need 500 euros a month. 250 rent for the Nest

100 utilities. 100 for surviving. 50 to give to somebody

it makes 500 and at the moment I’m getting 380. I’m 120 euros short

I pulled through last ten months because I was

spending savings for printing of Miroslav Mandic book

in order to have money and so as others

would have it I’m beginning through virtual beggary

I’m afraid. I’m ashamed. but there is no other way

33 blessings of mine help me say everything I wish to say

to the unknown person which I’m addressing. no matter if I know that

person or not. I’ve experienced through life that often I don’t know the ones

who are closest to me and that the ones I don’t know are the ones who are the closest

three months ago I began working on this electronic letter

since I am an alien on this Earth and since I feel that I don’t

have the right to live this is my way of getting the money I believe in

Your money

alive money

miroslavmandic.name website and this electronic letter is my I-public

miroslav mandic little-family

miroslav mandic little-fatherland

miroslav mandic little-kindergarten

miroslav mandic little-corner

miroslav mandic little-path

miroslav mandic little-meadow

miroslav mandic little-street

miroslav mandic little-nest

miroslav mandic little-resurrection

miroslav mandic little-joy

miroslav mandic little-playground

miroslav mandic little-notebook

miroslav mandic beautiful writing

miroslav mandic little-library

miroslav mandic little-book

miroslav mandic little-radio

miroslav mandic little-death

miroslav mandic little-store

miroslav mandic little-jetty

miroslav mandic little-park

miroslav mandic little-remote-corner

miroslav mandic little-cinema

miroslav mandic little-gallery

miroslav mandic little-garden

miroslav mandic little-road

miroslav mandic little-avatar

miroslav mandic little-rose

miroslav mandic little-planet

miroslav mandic little-cosmos

miroslav mandic little-god

miroslav mandic little-exhibition

miroslav mandic little-archive

miroslav mandic little-legacy

miroslav mandic little-museum

my biggest problem is how to ask directly without betraying

poem art and walking – how to transform asking into the art itself

the most important thing for me is that everyone who I’m begging experiences

joy happiness freedom transformation loyalty love success

asking is more innocent than giving

it’s important to always repeat that I’m free of charge for all beings but

for those who charge for their work I’m more expensive than the most expensive

I hope that this sudden-unexpected-benevolent e-mail

will encourage You to support and help me with a small amount

of money that will help me to live walk create sing and finish my work

I freely ask only when I’m happy because

I transmit freedom and happiness onto You and all beings

I beg You to give me so that everybody would have enough

I beg You to give me so that I have enough in all days of my life

I beg You to give me so that birds would sing even more joyous

and rebels would be even braver

I beg You to give me so that everything could always and forever depend only on You

I beg You to give me so that I can celebrate Miroslav Mandic

who celebrates each particle and each vibration

I beg You to give me so that I can celebrate Miroslav Mandic

until You appear and begin celebrating him into the eternity of all beings

unpleasantness which I feel in this stripping I will try

to transform into the sex with addresses which I will be searching on the internet

in following year I will send nine times 33 electronic letters mainly to the

unknown people and I’ll make from it A Vow to the Meadow of Wild Flowers

19.16

summer has begun

I’m sending the first letter to the person who gave me the most money in my life

and who has been giving me money for the longest period of time and is still giving me

thank You VVV – deep gratitude to all of those who were giving me money in my life

today I will write and sent Third Electronic Letter of Virtual Beggary

it will have my third vow

a vow to the vow

a vow is an arrow

reverse arrow

God’s arrow into the heart of God

immortality

I’m disgusted with design and marketing

I’m disgusted with all the subauditionings of this or other world

freedom of not-having is much bigger that the passion for having

I still can’t find my way within this new life with virtual beggary

I hope I will have enough time and strength

I believe that vows will help me

they will lead me

I vow to the humour that bows to sublimity

I vow to the sublimity that rejoices mild humour

I vow to the drops of water while entering the water

I vow to anyone who sets him or herself free from their superiority

I vow to the rose of one and only blood

I vow to the patient words and patience for words

I vow to the everyday stretching

I vow by renewing and regenerating all former vows

I vow to the freedom through freedom

I vow with my hands crossed at the back of my head while watching these words

I vow – vowing is a lullaby of self-cognition

I’ve sent the Third Electronic Letter of Virtual Beggary

it’s close to noon and I still haven’t drawn 64 Buds or Blue Rose

slowly

patiently

wisdom of ancient Greece lives within demonstrations of contemporary Greece

ouch

me

too

hey

so that

you know