Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

from this morning and last night I don’t feel good but I thought that’s actually good

I’m too much alone

too many failures

too much

dear God

that’s it to me

yesterday I walked only two kilometres. I hope I will walk

eighteen today and hence with the excess ones I had every day

this week I will manage to fulfil daily average of thirteen kilometres

several things have been bothering me yesterday

fuzzing

taking my strength away

were making me vain and pointless

selfish and vain

I wrote all of them down in the afternoon

there was six of them

when I looked at them I felt those are not my problems

my problem is that I’m losing trust in myself and my work

trust in God’s light within me

keep on and carry on Miroslav

general and abstract truth is more valuable from all goods

Rousseau helped me

when I’m losing faith in myself and hope that You exist and that You will come

when I’m losing hope in You I also lose love of all beings

I miss you open road

I’m walking – I’m a poet of all beings

I’m thinking – I’m one and only artist of one and only art

I’m love-kissing – I’m a walker of one and only God

when I’m talking about myself I’m talking about God

when I’m talking about You I’m talking about all beingsI

when I’m talking about I I’m talking about one and only I

I’m water – nobody addresses me but Miroslav Mandic

I’m a step – nobody calls me Boy Step like Miroslav Mandic

I’m a word – nobody is same with me like Miroslav Mandic

I’m a path – nobody loves me like Miroslav Mandic

I’m a rose – nobody is loyal to me like Miroslav Mandic

I’m Miroslav Mandic – nobody is bud as much as Miroslav Mandic

through tenuous poignancy

I rewrote the poem Oh Tenuous Poignancy in two copies for the enumerators

I plead to the enumerators of the Population

Census in Serbia 2011 to hear and accept this poem of mine

I am a poet

that’s why I do not accept

existing human world

but I affirm God’s work

as a poet artist and walker

I sing create and walk

yet uncreated better world

world of all beings

world of one and only love

world sanctity

if I would consent to existing consensus I would agree with

slavery injustice conformism selfishness greed lie murder

my dear unknown enumerators

I plead to you that instead of taking false data about me

receive as my little gift

a poem

which sings

the poem of truth and sameness

and in that way help me

in

singing

creating

walking

the world of immortal moments and eternal loves

Miroslav Mandic

poet of all beings

one and only artist of one and only love

walker of one and only God

on the 1^st October 2011

Universe Bud

amen

I am 86400 poems a day

second poem

a poem a second

Sister Rosseta Tharpe

Billie Holiday

… I wanted also to remind You that in Tuesday 4^th October will be a full year from

Ally’s death and that I would be very grateful if You would mention in Miroslav Mandic

my little-great hero and in that way mark this unhappy anniversary…

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson sent me an e-mail from New Orleans

Ally Saunderson

grace for You forever Ally

flickering of October light

sweetness of grapes before November rains

a man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps

Proverbs 16.9

pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall

Proverbs 16.18

wow how modesty feels good to me

silence

peacefulness of steps

light faster than light

freckles on the face of this woman

today as well I will be walking around the lake with bare torso

pain in my loins and pain in my heal is the same pain

I notice that I’ve drifted away

I’m broadening the tranquillity to all beings

I’m crying from the snow that is yet to come

I’m caressing You caressing the grass

I’m licking Your heart

beauty of everything and goodness in everything constantly make me want to cry

art of love-kissing is within the art of creating

to god

through god

god

every

word

of

mine

is

a

path

three

words

rose

I just saw how an ugly woman which was gently touched

by a young man how her face became grace itself and beauty

words while I’m waiting in the line in the supermarket

words are neither means nor goal but beauty and goodness themselves

words about the most ancient anciency also are becoming now

words are eternal present

bud

stoppage

grape skins and seeds agglutinate and get hard in my stomach

and I will also go today to see Sasa the Chiropractic

today I got an e-mail that I will reply on these days

patiently just patiently

blessing by blessing

through leaves which is absorbing the sun light

through anybody who has been hesitating and decided after all

each blessing is a new part of the road into vastness

blessings are penetrating the unknown love-kissing everything in front of them

dark matter and dark energy

parallel universes

higher intelligence and higher beings

the very beginning which is in everything

also everything that is so visible that nobody sees

as well as all that is so simple that nobody can conceive

hey

well yes

hey

words are saying everything

heart is rejoicing the words

midday bells are ringing the midday of love

unknown yearns to be confirmed in my words

unknown yearns for Your orgasm

orgasm me my beloved

Ljubica of all-existing

Ljubica – God’s modesty

modestly – God’s style

I am God

that is the greatest modesty

happy heart encourages each heart

I’m drinking the hot soup to remove the stoppage

blessing by step

step by blessing

unknown in my words

unknown through orgasm

orgasm

orgasm

me

my

beloved

Steve Jobs died

beauty lives on

adoptee

apple mackintosh

calligraphy

hungry and silly

I enjoyed his iBook. now I’m enjoying his iMac

it will be very exciting that XXII century

then that XXIII

XXIV

XXX

thousandth

everything will change

everything will remain the same

as well as everything has changed now and yet remained the same

honesty

a bit more coffee

anus embers

language rejoices

meandering is constant

straight like an arrow

oh those straight roads

when I just look at them I surrender to them

that’s you

says that straight road to me

I should get shaved

draw and record the Blue Rose

draw 64 Buds

wash the floors

buy new training shoes

read new Slobodan Tisma’s book

every moment is really exciting

form every moment all the centuries are made

all millennia consist of each moment as well

take just this moment which gently blinks to You with eyelashes as an example

with warm tears

I’m on your side streets of freedom

freedom and creativity are one

courage and singing are one

generosity and modesty are one

little rabbit is running

it runs through the infinity of heat

street rebellions all around the world are the wind roses

winds of freedom love beauty of roses

winds are falling in love with roses

winds are fertilizing the world with new paths

one giraffe is giving a birth

little giraffe has fell out of two metres height but it’s already on its feet

it joins in

it begins its mission

and even more so plants

and stones even more so

I warp around my waist

through the plain trough the plain

towards the hills towards the hills

a merry heart doeth good like a medicine, but a broken spirit drieth the bones 

Proverbs, 17:22

money is freedom

money yearns for the rose winds

a poor boy is giving right now left over coins to the other boy

streams of compassion are flowing

wherever you are I’m with you

fairy tales are the only banks

fairy tales are the only banks that don’t go bust

inexhaustible banks

merciful banks

banks of parterres gardens and patrimony

banks of freedom courage and unselfishness

Miroslav Mandic Bank

established through the Beginning

ponytail

what a hair is it

what a power

pure

power

tell tail

everything is connected

it became colder

centred

word path

I’m walking

I’m writing

I’m watching

I’m leading

just follow me

in step

whiz of the flying gees

I’m thinking of Miroslav Mandic which would be

constantly red in vertical scroll over the screen

if the average time for reading one blessing

is seven seconds then what is written so far in Miroslav Mandic book

would be red in 488411 seconds or 8140 minutes or 135 hours or 5,6 days

God will give to finish Miroslav Mandic. then it would be red in

907200 seconds or 15120 minutes or 252 hours or 10,5 days

if I slow down a bit for greater enjoyment Miroslav Mandic

would be constantly scrolling on the internet or Miroslav Mandic Museum

on big screen for fourteen days. then a new circle would form. and like that indefinitely

circles of singing

circles of creating

circle of singing by circle of creating

step by step in the rhythm of my walking

more than half an hour I was counting how long is

Miroslav Mandic Reading of the book Miroslav Mandic

I was completely immersed when…

… cleaning lady asked me if I could pour the water in the bucket

there is always beautiful music playing in your place – she told me

I thought that those were enumerators

the doorbell rang again…

… lady enumerator just got out of the apartment. she was good

and kind. real wo-man. I explained to her everything and gave her the

poem Oh Tenuous Poignancy. you are right – she told me on her way out

the poem Oh Tenuous Poignancy has started to live and went into the world

tenuous poignant wanderer

I feel great in my body from the cleaning lady and lady enumerator

I’m proud of you beautiful and good wo-men of mine

ninety nine percent it’s calcaneus. I can feel it under my hand

said to me Sasa Danilovic chiropractic on Wednesday about the pain in my heel

good footwear is the most important

thank You Sasa Danilovic

on Thursday I bought new sneakers on the market

thank You Mirjana Lukic

the imitation of nike sneakers with air soles

they are five times cheaper than the original ones

the moment I put them on I felt pleasure in my feet and in heel and in spine

I have really worn for the last year and half of the Bid of Walking bad sneakers

I didn’t have money and I generally neglected that aspect of my existence

heel pain is reduced

wonder sneakers

I walked the Rose of Wandering in twenty three pairs of sneakers

so far I have walked the Bud of Walking in sneakers sandals and croaks sandals

I will now take the photo of them and put them into the museum

the tools for walking creating and singing

the oldest ones are the deep and

waterproof sneakers that I bought eight nine years ago

pleasant feeling in new sneakers I’m transferring to the hand of these words

I still feel the pain but it’s weaker

thirteen kilometres is a lot. six is optimal

said Sasa to me but he never suggested I should reduce the kilometres

through walking I started loving my feet and soles

through writing and drawing I started loving my hands and palms

through creating indescribable I

through tranquillity brain

through ecstasies heart

through fucking all beings

t

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u

g

h

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trudge my hands

write me my soles

people who think through their hands thing beautifully

those people who love-kiss through their soles love-kiss tenderly

it was exciting when I was reading while walking

my legs are leading me. my hands are holding

a book. eyes are surrendering to the road and words

I’m merging with landscapes and words in

the book and I write all of that with my own words

I experience merging with all that is surrounding me and

somebody writes in the book about the experience of their merging

one and only goodness is constantly circling through air for us

I’m listening to punk – it’s time to announce the failure of the Virtual Beggary

from 22^nd June to 15^th August I sent on

about ninety addresses the Virtual Beggary

great

only one man answered me

I stopped sending them during the Bowing to Poem

because the Bowings have been taking all my energy

I thought I will carry on sending them after the Bowing when I get myself

together and gather new energy but instead of that I’m announcing the failure

failures are painful

they are taking away the vanity

purifying

invigorating

alone

You

everybody

everything

one

God

with no turning back

further into the vastness

through the Blessings

through the Bud of Walking

through the Good Walker

through the One Man

through the Blue Roses

through the Blue Film

through 64 Buds

through I am You are I

through the Numbers

through 86400

through the Face

through the Buds of the Day

through the Solemn Sunday Lunches of All Beings

through the Web Site miroslavmandic.name

through the Bud of All Beings

through I’m on Your Lips Through a Poem

I rejoiced too early. pain in the heel did not disappear

just carry on

with the Song on Your Lips

through the monk scientist poet taxi driver

when you judge somebody, you receive their sin

Prior Sava Rukumijski

… all things are made out of atoms – tiny particles

which are constantly in motion, attracting each other when

they are a bit apart, but repelling each other when they are next to each other…

Richard Feynman

Marshland is bending in the darkness.

Outside on the staircases. Daybreak is pounding and pounding

on the grey-stone doors of the sea and the sun is frying the surrounding…

Tomas Transtromer

when I got out on the road I stepped on it geezer 220 km an hour

taxi driver to his friends

behind the locked yard doors for days now nobody picked up the fallen walnuts

decisions are bright-reddish like an autumn

stances are singing like poems

moral deeds are feeding like the sun

soles are having hard time

heels are struggling

Achilles’ Tendon is struggling

poem is struggling

I is struggling

all poems are poems about the poem which is bothering me

not as I wish but how God wants

a woman is tiding up her hair

while watching a leaf falling down to the ground another one is flying in front of my face

I was present at the presence itself

for the first time I saw the nudist family on the beach. harmony

can be really felt as well as absence which I’ve been reading about

Arabian Spring and American Fall are changing the world of one and only Africa

I couldn’t walk the Rose of Wandering if I didn’t find the walking as dancing and singing

I couldn’t walk the Bud of Walking if I didn’t

find the walking as creating of the Bud of All Beings

sameness of all beings

same rights for all beings

one and only love of bud permeates each being

one and only love of the bud permeates each being

while I’m retyping today’s blessings I’m enjoying again in the family of nudists

in the Arab Spring and American Fall of the one and only Africa

15^TH OCTOBER 2011

buds are springing up

steps are being lined up

every word is a hyperlink

walking to the walking itself

bread

I’m rejoicing the 15^th October 2011

Ksenija and Nietzsche were born on 15^th October

Ksenija on 15^th October 1962 and Nietzsche on 15^th October 1844

on 15^th October 1980 I started to get engaged in art again

one and only art

on 15^th October 2011 buds of freedom will spring up

free throat of planet Earth

one and only street

global street

street of all beings

anyone who was in any street will be in one and only street

street creates

street is a fairy tale

street child is fairy tale child

a good name is rather to be chosen than great riches,

and loving favor rather than silver and gold

Proverbs 22:1

the rich and poor meet together; the LORD is the maker of them all

Proverbs 22:2

he that oppresseth the poor to increase his riches,

and he that giveth to the rich, shall surely come to want

Proverbs 22:16

rob not the poor because he is poor, neither oppress the afflicted at the gate

Proverbs 22:22

for the LORD will plead their cause, and despoil the soul of those that despoiled them

Proverbs 22:23

liking of all things guards each thing

sometimes somewhere is pure aesthetics greatest rebellion

sometimes somewhere is the rebellion only aesthetics

always and everywhere only change makes the sameness of all beings

always and everywhere only sameness of all beings makes the change

I’m walking – I’m a revolution to the evolution

I’m walking – I’m an evolution to the revolution

I’m walking – I’m the poem of the revolution

I’m walking – I’m a fairy tale of the evolution

I’m walking – revolution and evolution are together

I’m walking – poem and fairy tale are one

dear Mir, I wanted to send you my printed final graduate paper by mail but I don’t

have the money to print it, it’s too expensive for me. the file with all the photos is too big,

so I’m sending you the paper with no photos. L. Merenik suggested publishing the work

in form of a book and she is giving her best to find the potential publisher. but for me

your opinion about the work itself is the most important. the work should be further

edited for publishing. however, all of that is still just ideas and suggestions I’m getting.

but, if the work goes into any kind of public, then you can officially consider me

the traitor :-) I kiss you M

few days ago Milica Bogosavljevic sent me this e-mail

my Milica as you know all of that is very painful for me

so is Your final graduate paper Group Code – Invisible Art

pain transformed into love

I’m happy that You have finished it. I hope you enjoyed

and that it will give You strength to carry on going Your own way

everything I was doing in the group Code

belongs to the group Code and not to Miroslav Mandic

and everything I have lived created and sung after the brake up with the

group Code doesn’t belong to the group Code but to Miroslav Mandic and all beings

my Autobiography doesn’t belong to the group Code

Milica please take it out of Your final graduate paper about the group Code

with the group Code I took part in the struggle

for the right cause. right cause always wins but through power

you get to through winning right thing transforms into a lie and corruption

through braking up with the group Code art and studying I didn’t

want to make an artistic career and take part in winning and getting to power

poets and artists are engaged in fight for the right cause

professors and art historians are engaged in winning and getting to power

winners are writing history so is the case with the history of art

but they are killing the artists and art. the spirit of winning and winners

the spirit of art lives in artists and art and not in its history nor in any kind of power

struggle for the right cause is constant

right cause constantly escapes

it changes

it inspires and leads the brave

everything that is coming out of winning is a lie and corruption

I was twenty two. now I’m sixty two. it’s the same

common sensibility in the group Code I

broadened in jail for God sky and decisions

nobody was around at the time and now even more so

there is no language about it. it’s yet to be created

existing methods are killing both life and art

revolution of taste

fairy-tale life

art poem

life is much more than life – art

art is much more than art – poem

life and art are much more than life and art – God

what I only had a notion of back then was

one and only piece of art that was yet to be created

one and only poem that should be sung

one and only God that one should become

what was just a hunch back then now it is. everything in one man

past present and future art is one. one art. one freedom. one being

God

through throwing myself into God’s arms my arms have become art to all beings

Bud of All Beings

Milica

with first steps of a man who just rose up

with first steps of the uprising of a man who just rose up from four legs to two legs

with first steps of a man who just got up from bed

with first steps of all younglings which are joining us with first steps

with the steps of the innocent ones which

have been and are being put in front of the firing squad

with steps of marches of non-violent resistance

with steps which are harmonising all rhythms into the rhythm of steps

with steps of music in steps

with steps of Rousseau Herzog Satie Wordsworth Walser Peacepilgrimage

with steps through grass

with steps through water

with steps of appeasement

with steps of very existence

with steps of cats and dogs

with steps of elephants and giraffes

with steps of birds and crocodiles

with never-ending steps of the never-ending

with steps of never-ending observation

with steps of never-ending listening

with steps of pilgrimage

with steps of a vow

with steps of the word steps

with steps of the only one

with steps of admiration

with steps of carefulness

with steps of tenderness

with steps through the universe of Your heart and steps of Your heart in the Universe

with steps is beautiful just being

with steps of immortality

with steps of the face in walking

with steps of God-like

anthology of steps with steps of the Bud of Walking

with steps of steps

write me letters

celebrate me name

mind enjoyment is God’s glory

my friend

fresh cold air

two dogs are lying in the sun

I’m listening to the sound of my steps

they are hoofing

they are asking and affirming

surrendering and accepting

they are passing through the graveyard

they are walking after my shadow

greeting the movement of the Exasperated all around the world

they are going down towards the Topcider

they are walking through the names of toponyms

the smell of trees is following them

they are climbing up towards the Topcider roundabout

I hear them walking pass the Partizan stadium

they are pilgrimaging anybody’s orgasm

just remember how beautiful are horse’s hooves

steps make me completely silent with their singing

on the Autokomanda towards the Vojvode Stepe street

they are teaching me goodness

they are passing through Dusanovac market while I’m watching

the white grapes which are overflowing in the sun light

they are crossing the pedestrian overpass on the highway

they are turning towards the Chinese boy who is letting

the white candy paper float down the water which is flowing down the street

through Ibarska street they are climbing me up the Leka’s Hill

they know their way

friendly

they are constant joy of thanking

they are turning into Tetovska street

down ten stairs in Tetovska 28 they are coming down into the narrow yard

they are bringing me into the friends warm room

other is love

whiteness of clouds

smell of freshly washed linen

gentleness of nuns

mystery of plainness

crumbs from the table that are being picked up by three year old boy

tremor of friend’s lips

eyes that are looking wondering do you see how scared I am

tiny hair on breasts

agreement always guards

keeping the agreement is a priori saving of goodness

other is love

nobleness of yesterday’s lunch of bread and grapes with Zelimir Zilnik

nobleness of today’s lunch with Tibika Varady

love-kissing just love-kissing

long telephone conversation with a friend

grace of accepted shyness

truth there are no two same leaves runs

towards the beauty of there is only one and only leaf

ink is spilling over the word this ink is so beautiful

I love-kiss with loyalty Your tattooed feat

grass on Your shoulder

Miroslav Mandic name on Your body

Miroslav Mandic is constant transformation into Miroslav Mandic

thorn up panties with which I undusted the table

and afterwards threw them away in to the garbage bin

pictures evolve from rhythms

with sweet pears I’m strengthening the movement of the exasperated ones in the world

poetics of my writing is in the love for writing my poetics

all beings in joy

with the thumb of innocence

with joyful blood which is easily flowing through veins of all beings

i      n      t     w      o      s     t     e     p

with indescribable gracefullness of incomprehesible

with love of the other

just do it

not even knowing they will find in your heart what they are looking for

enjoy working woman enjoy

I’m going outside. I’m rejoicing the sun. I’m also rejoicing to come back

and listen to music again while typing in the words that I wrote while walking

enjoy enthusiastic one enjoy – enjoy calm one enjoy

I love these people who are bathing themselves with sun

theoreticians would go theoretically

practitioners practically

as long as there is an army and police human brain won’t develop

it will shrivel

one horniness is better than thousands of bombs

it’s always better to surrender myself till

the end than to have a tiny bit of greed in my heart

with waters of waterfalls

with lavender oil

with basil over tomatoes

pussy and cock are the same

one

a grasshopper has hopped and when he landed a cat already covered him with her paw

my words are clouds under the palate in Your mouth

ladybird has flown onto the glass of my glasses

again I see on the lake people I used to see last autumn winter and spring

during the summer in the crowd of people

they were either not there or I didn’t notice them

we agree that we agree

we agree that we don’t agree

everything comes back – there’s no coming back

liberals are yearning for liberalism

communist yearn for communism

fascist yearn for fascism

everybody yearns for their youth and privileges

one is the yearning – everything comes back

one is the fulfilment – there is no coming back

winter is coming and snow again

dandelions will come again so will the summer

I would want to give and leave the Bud for the use joy and immortality of all beings

Bud are my books art walking and immaterial works

how should I do it

one and a half year old gypsy boy is waving at me and says hi

a bee has flown onto the frame of my glasses

tits of a woman who was approaching me are shaking

sexual energy ravens the world

world is ruled through the control of the sexual energy

I love sexual energy that is transforming into

the birth of love and not into the continuation of the species

give birth constantly my beloved

the lake is calm today. glass. blue mirror

I’m walking in the blue t-shirt

every day when I write the blessings I send

them to New Orleans for Ivana to translate them

how calm is the lake look – says an old woman

like a glass like a mirror – answers her an old man

I believe only to the people of all beings

I believe only to the state on all beings

I believe only to the prime minister and government of all beings

I believe only to the president of all beings

I am a poem of all beings

I am the art of all beings

I am the walk of all beings

one love

one birth

only feeling which I trust is compassion with all beings

compassion is immortality of all beings

resurrection of each being in all beings

good and beautiful in all beings is that all beings are all beings

all beings are the primer if God

one being is God’s reader

You are God’s text book

love is God’s literacy

tiny lizard had made me really happy

like last year the swarms of ladybirds are flying today as well

it’s raining

blessed rain

the day has been wrapped in mild greyness

lavender is getting wet

I adore empty fields

water is pouring down his long raincoat

I’m sitting at the table and I’m excited with the pictures I’m creating

I can smell Your scent through the door ajar

it’s early morning

oh always that early morning

warmness which I’m leaving

body alone in the world

coldness

dressing up

everything depends only on me

love is inevitable

grass is wet and landscape is covered with fog

step by step I’m going away

my traces are disappearing under the rain

I’m walking pass something

I love that something

world is full of the unnamed

weddings among beings

I enjoy because Your reading my words

I hear Your steps

You’re following me

the canal will come soon

muddy wooden bridge

plain vanished in the fog

horses are clam

while getting wet in the rain I’m imagining how I’m sitting

in the warm and writing about the rain and getting wet in the rain

water is pouring down the tree bark

just steps

it’s cloudy

it was drizzling all night

mild rain

over the cabbage heads in the field

over the canes by the road

over the large white autumn roses

smell of autumn

solemnity of the landscape

rectitude at the table

innocence in the bed

where are you now my lizards

where are you people who lived a thousand years ago. ten thousand years

ago. hundred thousand years ago. million years ago. before you even became

all of you are in these words of my heart

each and every one of you is in each particle and cell of mine through which I’m singing

being is gentle

gentleness is being

gentleness is gentle

gentleness is immortal

path is gentle

bud is gentle

lips are gentle

labia are gentle

rain is gentle

getting wet in the rain is gentle

raining is gentle

I’m gently thinking of Dagmar Moser

with Dagmar Moser’s love I love-kiss all beings

with all beings’ love I love-kiss Dagmar Moser

I’m on Your side

and it will keep on raining

it’s certain it will be raining

it will rain

it will shine

I am god

each name celebrates me

because each name contains a bit of humour

yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I

gentleness spatters over all beings

get an orgasm in my glory

poet has it easy

he sings

he doesn’t think

he love-kisses

God’s poem

while my paprika is cooling down I’m writing so that my feelings don’t get cold

life you’re gorgeous – thank You for making me worthy living You

I’m breathing in

I’m writing

I’m recognising myself in everything

I had little success in my life

and like all the people without success sometimes I’m sad

sometimes bitter. sometimes moody. sometimes worried. sometimes lonely

but these words are more than success

my eyes are burning from Your gaze that is going across these words

they are Your success as well

one is the music of success

success of the music of all beings

we are a rainbow

testimony

one and only one

on Saturday and Sunday I was again drinking weak white wine

God give that I drink wine and be even healthier

through wine I am the poem of one

one kiss

one mating

one truth

I wanted to give You a call because I feel You close but I couldn’t

because the closeness is much more than our closeness my close-like-woman

procreator of my joys

mother of all of my beings

guard my heart in Your bosoms

guard my brain between Your thighs