Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

it got colder

it’s the same

it moves on

it’s not moving

enough for the beginning

Petar just told me that in blessings as well as on

every day photos of my face all changes can be seen

sometimes you’re ten years older sometimes you’re ten years younger

I’m happy about it

everything can be seen on the grass as well

everything can be seen

everything is known

just goodness remains

few days ago I saw vine in Zarkovo how with a lot of

future grapes climbs towards the fifth floor of the building

how only good is that vine

it’s not shy to give itself away

people are too shy to love

they are afraid to shine

they are hiding behind laughter

they are hiding behind irony depression

behind superiority knowledge habits

world depends on everyone and everyone should know that

one woman thrown her two children from the

fourth floor and she herself jumped to her death

I was shaken by that. in what kind of horror was she. I sympathise with her

love-kiss just love-kiss

swim across

don’t imply

midday bells are ringing

they ring each noon

bells of love are not giving up

bells are good

love rings at everyone’s door

towards all floors

grapes of love are climbing

when today on the Zamun open market a beautiful Gipsy woman who

was selling sponges saw word love on my temple she shouted that it’s great

is it really written. I approached her and showed and then she said well-done that’s

the best thing I saw and then she lifted her thumb up to give me support and I felt

greatest success in my life so far

successes of mine

future ones

present ones

eternal

successes of every being

you are God

God’s

modesty

old nun and her two pairs of knitted socks

my face in front of Your face

I disappear within You

I am a woman which looked at me today

she surrendered herself to me in a moment

she found myself within me for herself

liven me up within her for all beings

unknown

forever gone

beautiful woman in Pozeska street

You are taking photos of me now

take a photo of me so that all beings can see me

so that they see how I love-kiss them

take a photo of my love

take a photo of the woman in Pozeska street

take a photo of the Gipsy woman form Zemun open market

make me immortal

sing me eternal

as well angles as my friend too

photo camera in Your hands

remind me to finish You a story about fucked up woman who is creating peace in beings

also about a man who’s fucked up and sings peace to the Universe

radiance

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I’m on the forest path

enjoying

it meanders

it goes up and down

it curves behind the trees

on certain places it’s mottled with tree roots

it’s sunny here and there

great old uprooted tree lies next to it like a big whale

whenever I’m on the forest path I always wonder how was it formed

I feel the people who upkeep it with their walking

through the narrower path I joined the wider where fresh horse shit is smelling

wider path is like a bed of a precipitated creek

I stop and watch the moss on the northern side of the tree

it’s silent and regenerating in the woods

a little bird saw me and flew away

forests are interlaced with forest roads

forest is calming me

it embraces me

it’s happy that I’m in it

forest is humming

forest is wooding

great red butterfly on the rotten trunk

yellow butterfly with black spots is here as well

it walks over the land. it moves. it constantly lifts up and down its wings

it’s nice for butterflies next to the rotten trunk

butterflies are marvellously beautiful

beauty of fragility

this leaf reminded me how I was drawing leaves for ten years

forest is calming the brain

forest path has taken me down to the foothill

I got out of the forest

I’m thinking the forest

I am the forest

I wanted to write about something but the dice told me not to

now I’m free to write about anything

about same thing in each thing

Bach’s music that I’m listening to is calming me

twelfth electronic letter of virtual beggary that I sent clams me as well

like with each step I’m moving forward also with each blessing

I’m coming closer

there is no end to moving forward and there is no end to coming closer

labia yearns for lips

in vain yearns for in vain

somebody somewhere for somebody somewhere

all parts of Universe are interlaced in each particle

dust is collecting on my desk

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I hug You throat

I’m sleepy but I should get going

I’ll snooze while walking

I should improve my the breathing

how to receive soil and give back to soil

how to receive water and give back to water

how to receive air and give back to air

how to receive light and give back to light

how to constantly be lively how

how to receive from soil and forward it to water

how to receive from water and forward it to air

how to receive from air and forward it to light

how to receive from light and forward it to soil

to love-kiss and just to love-kiss

how receive death and transform it into immortality

to love-kiss and just to love-kiss

walk me

love-kiss me

sing me

this is a poem for

third millennium

this is a poem for

forth millennium

this is a poem for

fifth millennium

this is a poem for

sixth millennium

this is a poem for

seventh millennium

this is a poem for

eighth millennium

this is a poem for

ninth millennium

this is a poem for

tenth millennium

this is a poem for

eleventh millennium

this is a poem for

twelfth millennium

this is a poem for

thirteenth millennium

this is a poem for

fourteenth millennium

this is a poem for

fifteenth millennium

this is a poem for

sixteenth millennium

this is a poem for

seventeenth millennium

this is a poem for

eighteenth millennium

this is a poem for

nineteenth millennium

this is a poem for

twentieth millennium

this is a poem for

twenty first millennium

this is a poem for

twenty second millennium

this is a poem for

twenty third millennium

this is a poem for

twenty fourth millennium

this is a poem for

twenty fifth millennium

this is a poem for

twenty sixth millennium

this is a poem for

twenty seventh millennium

this is a poem for

twenty eighth millennium

this is a poem for

twenty ninth millennium

this is a poem for

thirtieth millennium

this is a poem for

thirty first millennium

this is a poem for

thirty second millennium

this is a poem for

thirty third millennium

this is a poem for

thirty third millennium

this is a poem for

thirty fourth millennium

this is a poem for

thirty fifth millennium

it melts on my palate

goes through the throat

first sip of coffee

I’m sipping bitter

those are not my senses that is me

fingers with which I’m typing this blessing are not mine but that is me

You are not my yearning and You are not You but that is me

John Cage’s book Silence that Vera gave me is not my book but that is me

my thoughts are not mine but that is me

my body is not mine but that is me

my Dear is not mine but that is me

my breathing is not mine but that is me

my planet Earth is not mine but that is me

my Universe is not mine but that is me

my first kiss is not mine but that is me

my friend is not mine but that is me

my walking is not mine but that is me

my art is not mine but that is me

my poem is not mine but that is me

my flaws are not mine but that is me

my shit is not mine but that is me

my words are not mine but that is me

my humour is not mine but that is me

my but that is me is not mine but that is me

my dreams are not mine but that is me

my origins are not mine but that is me

my human species is not mine but that is me

my horses are not mine but that is me

my repetitions are not mine but that is me

my I is not mine but that is me

my God is not mine but that is me

I

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my morning tenderness

fragile fragility

heats are starting

everything becomes white from the light

poem

of

mine

I

don’t

even

exist

I

am

just

you

to live means to be worthy of great lives

to live means to be worthy of all beings’ lives

to live means to be worthy of life itself

life doesn’t even exit it’s always in the making

eternal beginning

there are two reasons why I don’t take out certain blessings that are not so good

first – out of reverence for poor people who are saying not to waste

second – everything that became has its reason and therefore it’s good

I thought of today’s poem I am god that is waiting for me to write it and I rejoiced it

I wrote hundred and nine of them so far

I’m watching them written down on the desk

many of them have traces of everyday work on the computer

spilled wine

circles from wet saucer for tea

worn out paper from the mouse

I should only face it out

to be the beginning and the end in each moment

everything in between the end and the beginning

to think with my heart

to love-kiss with my mind

to fly with my legs

m

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m  o  d  e  s  t  y

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freedom of love is within the love for freedom

love of freedom is within the freedom for love

meadow of wild flowers

butterflies are blooming

smells basil

cherish me somebody

 a girl moved so that I can pass by. I looked at her face and

said thank you. her face lightened up with God’s smile in a second

I’m crossing the street on the red light. a girl on the other

side of the street is waiting patiently for the green light. when I

approached her I said it’s great that you are waiting. she smiled shyly

and felt that she’s not really a fool surrounded by rowdiness of this world

here I am at the computer

let’s get going with Riesling

with grapes and light

from the depths of the earth with sun’s fire sweetness of grapes grows

just drink me my beloved

I love the bitterness of sage

swallow me

I am an absinth in the wine

I am elixirs of all kinds

a man on the road

a woman in the landscape

I smell of sea

I’m everywhere in every moment

a

poem

of

all

poems

a whore to the whores

I bought today twenty four crayons for three hundred dinars

every colour is beautiful

how sweet are little lizards

I rejoice Thursday – this year’s 14^th July

eternal teenager’s Saturday’s boogie-woogie

wow what the fuck – it’s 5.04 pm already

well does it have to be again with that fuck of yours

modesty modesty – my joyous joy – I protect You modesty

I tenderly think of Danube’s cold water

come to swim across the Danube this year when the water is a bit warmer

to swim it and to swim across it slowly

swimming it and admiring it – surrendering to

that great water that constantly and abundantly flows

Danube itself enjoys in that great amount of water that flows

everyone that surrenders excites me

I respect anybody who gives their money to the others

I adore everyone who understands that their money

is not theirs and that’s why they are giving to the others

I live for everyone who gives their life to everything and everybody

I am blood that flows through the veins of all beings

I

love-kiss

you

with

these

movements

singling themselves out people are killing their being through which they are uniting

sweat is leaving traces of salt on my neck

we are missing one another – God’s glory

ask me to tell You about the thighs

don’t ask me since You haven’t asked me last time either

red currant next to the road

cabbage underneath the levee

shower over the orchard and garden

Taras

Lucani

spaces are fucking and marrying through mystery

sexes in God’s love are resurrecting through mystery

bounty of daily bread

bounty of supernatural bread

bite me – be united

I gave myself up to Your surrendering

sunny valleys

undisputed innocence

longing of singing for fucking

longing of fucking for singing

singing of fucking for longing

long me longing

pleasantly with pleasure please me within You

open up through each pore of mine

reborn Yourself when good opportunity occurs

sunny valleys wow

blueness

sea-like

sky-like

ocean-like

so close and yet so remote

sweat is pouring down my chest

it slides towards the belly button

hey Tuesday – 22500^th day of my life

hey day which day are You to Yourself

where is Your night my day

everything that has been so far is in this blessing

everything that will be is in this blessing

everything that is now is in every blessing

I would love to take photos of tiny lizards

this day today or tomorrow forty years ago happened

one of the greatest breakdowns and turnovers in my life

I celebrate You heat

revolution of not-hurting

wherever you are I’m with you runaway children

wherever you are I’m with you children who killed yourselves

with knees of confession – with knees of redemption

wherever You are Your love is the source of love to all beings

I will yet be walking

I will yet be love-kissing

I will yet be creating

I will yet be singing

yet

already

I just remembered how one woman in my youth told me that

the greatest curs for each woman is that he gets a softy with me

for a woman it’s the same as for a man I was cock teased – she told me

same is the same to the same

a

takes

me

to

the

a

a

takes

me

to

the

water

feet in the sky

fathers love to fuck their

mothers love to fuck with their

stranger walks in the heat

nun

over the levee

with static electricity

with beloved artificial intelligence

hey 22501^st day of my life

do you recognise me my foolery

alive sentence which is shaping me

I’m Yours

innocence of the innocence

rhythms of all rhythms

freedom

fraternity

equality

a circle spins within a circle

truth is truthing within truth

forest is a forester to the forest

Mary Magdalene

. – full-stop

. – Gala

I’m waving at You cosmically Nemanja Bjelogrlic

princess of the beggars

beggar to the princesses

forester is loyal to the forest

young cows are grazing in the valley

wild-woman in the beginning of the blessing transforms

through fucking in the end of the blessing into the noble-woman

jaws of loyalty

these days I’m swimming twice a day

I immerse myself

you’re swimming like an orca – says Mirjana who is swimming near by

I immerse myself and think in the water

I create shapes of mystical language to which I’m loyal

mystical poet – a husband of art

poet of mystical – a wife of art

to the forester of loyalty

lumberjack of friendship

death is transformation

sex of love

22502^nd day of my life

forty years ago I made first photo of One Man. today I made four hundred eightieth

sexuality of all years of my life permeates me

sexuality of every being permeates me

a moment ago I read short diary of One Man. here are few notes

I was swimming yesterday in Danube in the pouring rain

each photo of One Man should be printed in 50x35 centimetres size and this

series should be exhibited in the nature on the street in the city in the river in the air…

at this moment this series is 168 metres long

reasonless hope is the only hope for me

alone. rejected. left. loyal to the boyhood

I am a guardian of love. guardian of love creates love

through peace and duration I create love

condition of love precedes creation

two days ago I glued the photos of One Man. I haven’t been doing that

for two years. the work is more and more magnificent. it’s becoming more and

more so live work. I’m grateful to God because he enabled me to be God as well

I don’t know when I became God. as well as I don’t know when did I become

a man but at this moment I named this diary One God’s diary. at this moment I’m

making a decision to change the name of the work One Man into the name one man god

3^rd August 2008

you are cuming in my mouth – God – one and only man

keep on cuming in my mouth God and never stop

last photo of one man god will be the photo of my

face right after my death. if there is somebody to take it

I salute You Miroslav Mandic who have exhibited Your face to all beings forty years ago

miraculous is so ordinary

ordinariness is the most miraculous

truly nobody ever died

truly every love immortalises every being

truly I am a wedding

truly every word is my face

truly I wish success to every being

truly the face of each being is the face of God

truly there is no humour without renouncement of humour

truly I’m dancing

truly my pussy is a beauty

loyal to a boy

truly my dick is goodness

devoted to a girl

unimportance is truly regenerating

unnoticed is truly divine presence

love-kissing is truly one and only language

one man is truly God

g

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day of my life

mathematics of grafting

wind on the naked skin

wild mirabelle plum

swim in the fresh water of this blessing

sweat is pouring all over my body

streams of sweat are caressing me

smell of melons in the freshness of the morning

art of consecution

I picked up overripe apricot from the asphalt and ate it

nobleness is not to hurt

heat is creeping in the buildings and things

the art of nomadic conversation is fucking good thing

just look at me

I give You my heart within the words

I give You the sea

deep blue

science-technics-economy-profit

child hero

freedom brotherhood equality of all beings

creation of love-kissing

love-kissing of believing

believing of being

being of wandering

wandering of the rose

rose of the path

path I

sweat is leaking more and more

it pours

rain of sweat

it slips me over myself

I love You my friend

grapes are ripening

don’t expect anything special from today’s blessings

here I am

I’m moving with the whole of my body

I’m crying

my frogs I love you

warm up my knees

I love-kiss – I love-kiss You – that’s why I’m telling You – You are not worthy of my love

warm up my feet

smells basil

I’m gently thinking of olive and sunflower oil

I found out this morning that the new economic crisis is coming

that new wars are coming in order to draw attention from

the misery and to fill even more the pockets of the winners

don’t give up my love

sing

poem

revitalise pussy

wake up dick

I’m not afraid of greed

I’m not afraid of superiority

I’m circling within little circles

I create money for all beings

I played football yesterday with Mirjana

a ball was good

today my Achilles’ tendons and heels are painful and I’m happy

knowledge of path is nothing compared to the path itself

knowledge of love is nothing compared to the love itself

knowledge book is nothing compared to the knowledge of the book

enemy of mine I love-kiss You

it’s Saturday. a week in which there was

nobody to celebrate forty years of one man god with

my unknown woman let’s celebrate this moment

the honesty of beggary breaks my heart

gratitude to the poorness

excitement with goodness

god

to god

god

whoever wants to be in now they should read and be in my blessings

now of the wind

now of the orgasm

now of the justice

now of the insouciance

now of the unreasonableness

now of the heavy bosoms

now of the blue veins on the thighs

now gives its life to each now

each Jovan

a poem of the haemorrhoids

love for the shrivelled feet

loyalty to the big areolae

boyish heroism cleanses each girl from importance

girl’s loneliness brings closer each boy to love

earth is happy to give birth

trees are happy to spring up

something yearns to be looked at

I am all-fucking – the only cure from jealousy – one and only love

I love to plough the Universe

I love lo lick not-licked

I love to embrace not-embraced

here is one of the myriad combinations of the one and only for You

happy birthday to my twenty three year old girl

I’m sending You the joy of my body that is

curling up around Your body while I’m listening to this music

this is me swimming under water

this is me signing under the Universe

this is me kneeling in Your heart love-kissing all beings

this is me acclaiming to all sprouting that has saved people from being stodgy

I love to love-kiss because there is no end to love-kissing

I love to fuck because there is no fucking without love

I love to be fucked because one can’t be fucked without resurrection

I love that I’m singing this blessing too

the heat of the day is coming in through the open window

they say that it’s going to get cooler tonight

I sleep naked but I sweat all night

everything is good. coldness as well as heat. rain as well as snow. as well as wind

every word is good. every movement. every number. every oath

big transoceanic ship is parting from the dock

cowbells are ringing

a donkey is braying

a mare is smiling

Fernando Pessoa is writing

it’s irretrievable what I’m writing

a strap is slowly slipping down her shoulder

he is slowly getting down the stairs

he is gazing into his own thought which is watching him

a ball is flying high

everything attracts each other

love is one

a column of ants is meandering

figs are sweeter and sweeter

sit here and put Your feet in the sea

the donkey is still braying

it’s Tuesday

water in the lake is warmer and warmer

never forget that You are loved

never forget that You are love-kissed

resin is slipping down the tree trunk

sexuality is surrendering to goodness

thinking is surrendering to singing

fly

and

join

the

j   o   y      o   n     t   h   e     f   l   y

I’m still sleepy

without will

last night when I was swimming my left ear became clogged and it still is

my tongue again began to sting

I’m pitiful but I can only start from that

I hope that I will get better with each blessing

I’m really sleepy

I’d love to read Keith Richards’ book Life

I’ll buy it today on Ban’s Hill if they have it here

I’d love to swim but I don’t know if it’s good to swim because of my ear

the thought that I’m in God’s hands calms me

good thoughts are so mellow

last night I thought that during 33 day long writing of the

Poem about poem it would probably be the best if I would read David’s Psalms

sun light got stronger. I thought – I’ll be swimming

if You think that something else would be

better to read during those 33 days let me know

let me know even million years from now

this blessing is the testimony of that year 1.002.011

today’s blessings are really going hard

but they’re moving

now it visible even with a naked eye that I moved away

I nearly started to fly

bees

swallows

Gypsies I love-kiss you

locked up ones I love-kiss you

molested ones I love-kiss you

life I love-kiss You

immortal life You sing the life of immortality

I bow to Your love

a bitch is licking nobleness

a picture of beauty sings the goodness of the words

I’m carrying a handful of good words in my arms and I’m surrendering it to Your arms

I’m dozing off

I’m yawning

I drank coffee but I haven’t written a single blessing

I’m struggling

I didn’t feel like getting up

yesterday instead of thirteen kilometres I walked just six

all of it is good. that’s poetry as well

crumpling

softening

sensations in my head

I was scrubbing a bit over the bathroom stove and kitchen sink

I cut my nails

made the second coffee

red cows love the purple sky

this weakness is precious

I love-kiss you monks and nuns

I love-kiss so that anyone who is going awry can endure

these blessings that I’m writing so hard are so glorious

if my stomach wouldn’t hurt from too much

coffee I would have made a third cup of coffee

it’s heroic to write without coffee too

it’s heroic to write without any heroism

endure Miroslav endure

great is yearning for tiny

tiny are the stars on the sky

planet Earth is not even visible from the stars

these words can’t be seen either

even though they can’t be seen these words exist

they are

they love-kiss

they embrace whole Universe to their chests

they kiss every being with their lips

I stretched out from pleasure

a drop of love is enough for the whole Universe

in ten minutes noon

noon

last night with help of Biljana Roncevic I made up for

seven kilometres from two days ago and I made tree kilometres more

we walked to Rakovica and then through the forest in the dark

it’s wonderful how dark excites and scares

after a long walk heels and Achilles’ tendons are hurting me more

a problem with my ear is still there as well as the sensations in my head

great glaciers are floating

smells hay

belly dancer’s belly is trembling

each miracle is God’s

life is not constant birth and dying but constant wedding

the secret of being is within the secret of wedding

of the one and only being

lie is deadly and boring

superiority is stupid and ugly

butterflies and flowers are being wedded

elephants and mice are being wedded

spaces and times are being wedded

my name is Miroslav Mandic First-Wedded

Miroslav Mandic Your Only Husband

Miroslav Mandic Your Only Wife

may it be Your way

palm of my right hand is on the greatest distance from the left palm

all-embrace

if my stomach wouldn’t hurt from too much

coffee I would have made a second cup of coffee

I love when small changes make that even more so I love

always prescribes to everything always

forever bestows everyone with forever

washed grey laundry and clothes are drying on the poor people’s balcony

yesterday’s twenty three kilometres are yesterday’s

today’s kilometres are waiting for me

every moment everything all over again

wedding

approving

butterflies in words