Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I’m off

 

wrinkling yes. ironing no

 

wrinkling is sophisticating. disappearing. emptiness filled with God

 

ironing is avoidance of responsibility. hiding. emptiness filled with ego

 

I like a name yes. I like a pronoun no

 

I

name

god

 

if you know me then you know how much it all hurts me and how

only through even greater loneliness and constantly loyal to all beings

and constantly together with You I can carry on my redemption

 

my redemption are my singing creating walking

 

singing of songs

 

creating of blessings

 

walking the buds

 

poem is blessing. blessing is a story

 

I am a good story

 

just remember Yours and mine story

 

I’m constantly telling it

 

just remember the beginning of the story and how we have met

 

remember all these years

 

eternity that lives in our conversations

 

each moment of ours is one novel

while we were getting wet in the rain. going in the water. drinking wine. watching each other. vowing to each other

 

nobody can destroy our story not even You

 

nor our relationship can be destroyed because it’s always alive in this blessing

 

nor

can

I

destroy

our

story

since

it’s

a

poem

 

all

my

words

are

a

poem

and

all

my

poems

are

love-ones

 

hey when we were on the hill

 

we were picking up the apricots all over Titel

 

we were the blue plums in the poem about cold plums

 

we were driving bicycles on which was written in blue letters one and only road

 

we were one heartbeat and one hoof in motion

 

all

my

poems

are

the

horse’s

nostrils

 

we loved Robert Walser with same love

 

with the same bowing we belonged to the wonderful Simone Weil

 

with one lips we were kissing bending of the knees

 

with white chrysanthemums we were caressed

 

 

I’m coming

 

for a whole year now lasts the Midday Concert of Love in the Universe

 

that’s how another year has gone by

 

through the Midday Concert of Love in the Universe

 

through the midday of love

 

every day when the midday bells start ringing I say

I love-kiss You and I kiss the mobile phone while turning them off

 

I often think when they start ringing that somebody is calling me

 

then I remember

 

that’s the midday of love

 

that is the Midday Concert of Love in the Universe

 

those are all beings on the concert of love

 

wherever I am midday love love-kisses

 

rings

 

comes passes by goes away

 

day by day

 

week by week

 

month by month

 

year by year

 

millennium by millennium

 

snow by snow

 

I love when it snows for the first time

 

when the chrysanthemums are white like snow

 

when all colours are white like snow

 

when all younglings are being born white like snow

 

younglings are yearning for the resurrection of the dead

 

dead are resurrecting with the help of love of just born younglings

 

love waits for all beings to resurrect in one being

 

You’re waiting

 

I’m coming

 

to all beings

 

midday bells of love ring to all beings

 

they are waking love with love

 

love love-kisses the midday of love

let’s be realistic – love is resurrection

 

 

alone

together

 

alone

all beings

 

alone

one

 

alone

for all

 

alone

sex

 

alone

God

 

joy of courage and courageousness of singing

 

Big Bill Broonzy

while listening to Big Bill Broonzy I’m remembering how I was listening to him al lot

twenty five years ago while writing No, I Don’t Believe That This Sentence Cannot Be Heard

 

Universe cannot fit into my heart because it’s too big

 

God is in my heart because it’s a lot bigger than the Universe

 

Universe is my measure for walking

 

Universe is my good friend

 

it’s cloudy so at my desk the dusk is already setting in

 

I’m wiping the sweat from my chest

 

sexuality is the first letter of tenderness

 

violence and power are asexual

 

domination is asexual and it’s directed against sexuality

 

entertainment and comfort are the biggest killers of sexuality

 

my sexuality is careful towards every being

 

innocence of innocence

 

sex of all particles

 

sex of all vibrations

 

sex of all paths

 

sex of the one and only rose

 

I sing You my friend

the most horrific things that are happening on the planet Earth are weapons and

politics of indifference with which the consciousness and conscience of the Earthlings is being killed

so that they wouldn’t rebel against the evils done by those who make weapons and spread the politics of indifference

 

I poured béchamel sauce over the grated celery

 

I’m surrendering to the brave ones

 

I’m clinging to the heart of big turtles

 

modesty is agreeing with the fact that the life of all beings depends on my tenderness

 

I miss all of you whenever died ones – I miss you

yet unborn but already love-kissed ones

 

have a look now at this with exactly this I love-kiss You

 

sexcosmos

 

once more all together

alone

 

 

I went very far

 

to the end of the Universe in Your heart

 

closeness is indescribably far

 

only the workers of tenderness are getting to the furthest point of closeness

 

closeness is tenderness of the sameness

 

one skin of all beings

 

I’m mining the tenderness

 

I’m digging it in the hearts of all beings

 

I’m opening new mines in the hearts of the miners of tenderness

 

worker of tenderness is a miner of carefulness

 

ore of tenderness is I miss You

 

tenderness of ugly words

 

tenderness of pussy

 

power of dick

 

tenderness of pussy is the power of dick

 

courage of tender dick is tender to the powerful pussy

 

tenderness of Vlasta Delimar’s pussy

I’m happy in this blessing

 

power of Tom Gotovac’s dick

I’m serene with this blessing

 

I’m singing – tenderness permeates all beings

 

I’m creating – tenderness renews tenderness

 

I’m walking – tenderness is the name of the Universe

 

singing creating walking are tender fucking

 

tender fucking is my constant fucking through admiration

 

musical fucking is my constant tender fucking through music

 

tenderly fucking

 

tender is fucking

 

economy will be tender or it won’t exist

 

philosophy will be tender or it won’t exist

 

art will be tender or it won’t exist

 

religion will be tender or it won’t exist

 

today I walked for the first time after ten days. after five therapies pain

in my heel didn’t disappear. the doctor advises five more therapies. therapies

are expensive. I don’t know what should I do. I’m rejoicing the walking

 

I get humble for the health of all beings

 

humble ones I love-kiss you tenderly

rejoice joy rejoice

 

 

wife of mine

 

God’s beauty

 

calmness

and

contrite

 

path

and

rose

 

good

and

beautiful

 

rocking

and

rolling

 

please

and

thank you

 

dancing

and

singing

 

care

and

carefulness

 

unreasonableness

and

insouciance

 

You

and

me

 

zaista

 

I used to love America

 

cowboys. Indians. jazz. blues. rock’n’roll. anti-racist movement. New York

 

Chief Seattle. Thoreau. Emerson. Whitman. Poe. Louis Armstrong

Billie Holiday. Gertrude Stein. William Carlos Williams. Charlie Chaplin

Lee Marvin. John Cassavetes. Unknown Number of Blues Musicians. Fats Domino

Cage. Cash. Ad Reinhardt. Martin Luther King. Abbie Hoffman. Peace Pilgrim

 

it’s all me

 

but now as the hegemony of America is stopping you can see it’s flip-side

 

America of crimes

 

crimes over the crimes

 

disclosure of American crimes leads to the cleaning the Europe’s crimes

 

disclosure of liberalism crimes leads to the cleaning

of the fascism crimes communist crimes of the liberalism crimes

 

disclosure of the white man’s crimes

 

goodbye America

 

confession leads to confession

 

I admit I didn’t love enough – I admit I would love if I would love even much more

 

I admit I didn’t want You enough – I admit

I’m trying to keep on wanting You ever moment

 

I admit I love You through singing – I admit You love me through singing

 

I admit I fuck You through singing – I admit You love-kiss me through my fucking

 

I admit fucking is the church of life

God

 

I admit God You are the only God

 

I admit I rejoice You through singing

 

one gets to the top of the world in three steps

 

with one to God

I made a step

 

well done departing from America

disclosure of American crimes leads to the cleaning the Europe’s crimes

even though I think that Europe would be better off

starting first, since it was the one to start the first

an e-mail from a friend awaited for me this morning

 

goodbye Europe

 

all Your values are nothing until You

redeem for Your conquests colonising and edifications

 

all Your churches universities parks music museums are nothing

until You go down on Your knees with all those things before those who

You have destroyed and conquered with Your churches parks music and museums

 

Europe You are nothingness until You give back all of what You seized

 

rejoice Europe. rejoice America. the time of Asia is coming

 

of Africa

 

Oceania

 

Planet

 

Universe

 

joy all-joy

 

through hiding the guilt and violence everything became pornography

 

especially all of that and all of those who are fighting the pornography

 

there is the least amount of pornography in actual pornography

 

I love the beauty and goodness of all people on porn sites

 

pornographic is sometimes the only esthetical

 

glory-hole. bukake. sharing. deep throat. threesome. blow job

young. old. ugly. fat. amateurs. orgasms. kisses

 

leaves are trembling to the whole world

 

sky is constantly giving itself away to everybody

 

sun is in constant erection

 

plums are melting in the mouth

 

water flows throughout the body

 

air never rejected anybody

 

day never betrayed anybody

 

each dawn gives itself away to everybody

 

shoes are just so supple

 

towels

 

pillows

 

abstractions

 

seasons

 

orgasms

 

words

 

buds