Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

lips and labia

 

poem and pobia

 

pobias are the poems through lips and labia

 

I am all of that what nature wants to give back to God

 

vagina derives from Latin word vagina which means sward covers

 

labia consist of labia majora and labia minora

 

I’m writing about lips and labia because they are one

 

I’m listening with my lips

You say

 

I’m talking with my labia

You are singing

 

everything that she was telling me came upon me –

an older woman is telling to another woman on the bench

 

before walking I was searching through Google and was sad because of the multitude

 

I don’t feel all beings in multitude

 

I will be thinking some more about that

 

a grasshopper has flown on my hand

 

a young man and an older dog are watching each other – love is love

 

I’m walking slowly

 

I’m making stops

 

I’m caressing myself in order to survive

 

I’m in front of the computer. it’s Saturday. tomorrow is Sunday

 

the relation of lips and labia is the same as the one between head and glans

 

it would be nice to write some more about lips and labia but I’m tired

 

it’s the end of the week – I’m exhausted

 

I’m putting my head in Your lap

 

I can see sunny slopes

 

grapes that ripen

 

the one that is silent for days

 

I don’t exist

 

I’m all within You

 

the words are coming to me from Your pulse

 

the pulse of love-kissing the lips and labia

 

pulse how exciting word are You

 

poem

you

are

the

pulse

of

my

words

 

bud You are the pulse of my art

 

 

I’m walking into You autumn

 

You are dressed up in modesty

 

in observation and perceiving

 

maturity You smell good

 

last night I dreamt of Ljubica Kosovac

 

you filled my heart my beloved companion

 

Ljubica is gone for over a forty years now and yet she’s still alive

 

I’m withdrawing through spiral into myself

 

I’m singing autumn

 

I am a worker’s poem of love

 

I write – I love You

 

I breathe – I love You

 

I live – I love You

 

my little autumn

 

I love-kiss Your nipples

 

I’m gardening You

 

I

am

a

thread

of

the

beginning

 

a

source

of

love

I

am

 

alone

I

am

to

you

alone

 

singing

words

are

singing

me

 

I’m loyal to You loyal

 

to love-kiss and be love-kissed when one is alone

 

there’s tenderness – exactly when one is alone

 

in everyone who comes towards me I see beautiful flower

 

there is always somebody who sees – says

a woman to another two women who are joking with her

 

there is lesser swimmers. there is more women in the water. most of them are nudists

 

I’m walking autumnally

 

one step of mine is compassion another is dreaming

 

autumn Your breasts are full of milk

 

Your leaves are falling within me

 

in the spring they will be leafing out of me

 

…I’m just joking. I’m saying it just like that –

says a woman to the nervous cashier woman

 

I’m enjoying the words that I’m hearing – they are the poems

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=es6U00LMmC4&feature=fvsr

Miroslav, let’s become vegans! Art

 

I watched Garry’s lecture

thank You Art thank You Gary

 

my eyes are full of tears. since I was twenty four I’m vegetarian. from today I’m vegan

God help me

 

a — ajkule (sharks)

sameness of a being love-kisses each being

 

b — bivoli (buffalos)

sameness of a being protects each being from other beings

 

v — veverice (squirrels)

life is beautiful because each moment something good for life can be done

 

g — guske (geese)

I’m walking and enjoying thinking of the beauty of geese while flying

 

d — delfini (dolphins)

I relax my body in order to feel the movements of a dolphin within me

 

đ — đilkaši (this word is made up since there is

no animal starting with this letter, but it means: tramps)

words are joyful animals of life

 

e — emui (emus)

humour feeds the elegancy of movement

 

ž — žabe (frogs)

brain is loyal to everybody’s brain

 

z — zečevi (rabbits)

brotherhood freedom and equality of all beings are the only revolution of the evolution

 

i — irvasi (reindeers)

solidarity and sustainability of all beings are the only evolution of the revolution

 

j — jaguari (jaguars)

while going down the path I’m dancing for all beings

 

k — krave (cows)

birds in the woods are saying hello to me. birds are going to say everything to everybody

 

l — laste (swallows)

in the heart of each swallow the entire life of planet Earth is preserved

 

lj — ljubljači (same as “đilkaši” – this time meaning kissers)

still uncreated beings live through immortality in each being

 

m — magarci (donkeys)

good deed of each donkey pleases everybody’s knees

 

n — nojevi (ostriches)

I consciously know that my unconsciousness

contains both God and immortality of all beings

 

nj — njištači (same as “đilkaši” – meaning neighers)

large nose of this thin girl who passed by me confirms every word of mine

 

o — ovce (sheep)

I’m sharing my today’s joy with all lambs

 

p — pčele (bees)

from this day on I won’t be eating your honey

but I will be singing about you more and more

 

r — risovi (bobcats)

there is no end only to redemption that’s actually why redemption leads to immortality

 

s — svinje (pigs)

nobility of mind is nonviolence

 

t — tigrovi (tigers)

when the beauty of high mountains caresses the plain underneath it with its shadow

 

ć — ćurke (turkeys)

bread and grapes as an appetizer. main dish is the sun light

 

u — udavi (boa constrictor)

I see grapes on the grapevine and I feel what soil wants to give to everybody

 

f — fazani (pheasants)

excitement through modesty

 

h — hijene (hyenas)

tranquillity through gratitude

 

c — crvi (worms)

poem is consciousness that self-disgust is the precondition to any singing to all beings

 

č — čaplje (herons)

dance is compassion through which all beings are dancing within me

 

dž — džaraši same as “đilkaši” – meaning the ones that are stoking)

my today’s decision to be a vegan I dedicate to God You and all beings

 

š — šarani (carps)

we are walking slowly — we are feeding ourselves with patience

 

 

 

a word word

 

which I’m sending You

 

You can put under Your armpit like a bread under the arm

 

that bread under the arm is for me one of

the most touching scenes which I saw in my life

 

as well as the water that whirls in a spiral while flowing through the drains

 

or a woman which is reading by the café window

 

then stretched out step of a man on the road

 

then a girl who cannot resist the orgasm

 

or a piece of wood that is carried away by the fast stream

 

or a train which is slowly entering the station

 

or a man who is holding himself by the forehead

and by his closed eyes one can tell he’s thinking something

 

or a log that is split in two parts by axe

 

or it is a closed gate which is making noise all night long

 

then little stashes of dust that’s been gathered behind the things that are not moving

 

or just ejaculated sperm

 

or a shoelace that has untied

 

or a computer whenever I feel that we are in good terms

 

then pressed apple which is more and more rotten

 

then turning backwards because I thought somebody was calling me

 

then my dog Odin that I have beaten few times

aoooouchh

 

then bicycle leaned on a wall and everything that’s got to do with old bald

 

then a good man which is talking to God who I was reading about last night

 

or eyes which are moving in the side from hard bursts of sadness

 

or leaves which has begun to dry out on the thorn branch

 

or my mind which is searching touching pictures in my heart

 

or not made bad which is witnessing that

somebody was sleeping there just like on crushed grass

 

or that somebody my soul is searching for

 

or a glow of water in the deep well

 

or older peoples palms

 

of faded away colours

 

then eternity which lives in every stopped moment

 

then touching word word which I’m sending to You

you can carry it like a tramp under the arm like a book

 

 

I lined up hundred and twenty new blue crayons on the floor to take a photo of them

 

in-between them I made a circle out of four hundred and sixty three used crayons

 

to finish the third ten year picture of the Blue Rose I need

four years and three months and around two hundred and forty crayons

 

miracles are simple

 

I believe that everything will be visible on Blue Roses

 

especially the invisible

 

unexplainable

 

unheard

 

time

 

God

 

two blue crayons blue sisters

 

15:39

only when I’m exhausted like this I can see

how big strength is necessary for any given word

 

but here are

 

the vineyard peaches

 

tiny plain sweet ones

 

I’m writing like when I’m roaming

 

here and there

 

this way and that way

 

no-how but still somehow

 

words you are beautiful

 

no-how – fuck

 

but – fuck

 

still – fuck

 

somehow – fuck

 

I don’t know if I’ve expressed enthusiasm for words no-how but still somehow

 

they are really like vineyard peaches

 

tiny plain sweet

 

words are really fruitful this year

 

they are falling down just like peaches

 

they get messy from the soil

 

it makes You not wanting to pick them up

 

and they are sweet like figs

 

those vineyard sanative words