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    WHILE THAT IRON ROPE IS COMING OUT OF WATER IT DRIPS A LOT FROM IT

    2581. day
    25th January 2012

    yesterday I got completely wet in the rain

     

    walking is a good animal of life

     

    air saturated with water

     

    dusk over the Topcider Cemetery

     

    midday bells of love that are ringing just now

     

    money

    is

    poem

     

    I’m warming up my feet and knees with two blankets

     

    when it gets hard Djuka is there. when you are fucking you’re not calling Djuka 

    one Djuka was saying hundred years ago

     

    2:14 pm

    I should get outside as soon as possible

    another twenty four blessings are in front of me

     

    writing them is all I’m left with

     

    random

     

    like wind carrying sleet

     

    everything

    is

    poem

     

    it’s a great poem everything is poem

     

    a scarf across the face as well – poem

     

    love  — poem

     

    if I think of anybody – poem

     

    if I think of anything – poem

     

    iron rope for a raft – poem

     

    four drops of water on the branch in the dusk

     

    muddy shoes

     

    drowse that catches a frostbitten one next to the hot furnace

     

    foam on the tree from the water that is dripping down

     

    snuggling up of particles

     

    face of the wind love-kisses a face in the wind

     

    huddle yourself in the warmth and fragrance of this blessing

     

    in the warmth of my shoulder and neck

     

    smell of my skin

     

    inhale

     

    take a brake

     

    reborn Yourself

     

    reborn everything around You

     

    I’m

    budding

    you

    poem

     


     

    SALTY. TEAR

    2582. day
    26th January 2012

    morning beauty

     

    in this world where bread is always scarce

    is still available in greater abundance than gratitude

    something like this wrote Kolakowski interpreting The Book of Ruth

     

    Daniela Trbovic

     

    light snow is falling

     

    surface of the lake is waving

     

    from the other lakeshore voices can be heard

     

    I’m thinking of the word thing

     

    a lot of things can be expressed with the word thing

     

    thing is a short saying

     

    that thing in that thing really gives me strength

     

    the thing is that things shouldn’t be made simpler but they should be simple

     

    snowflakes are bouncing of the sleeve of my jacket while I’m writing about them

     

    I would love to talk for a long time about the word thing

     

    I would love to talk for a long time about every word

     

    I’m really missing the voice recorder

     

    it’s a good thing that missing

     

    it’s a good thing that voice recording

     

    a

    poem

    of

    life

    celebrates

    life

    of

    a

    poem

     

    poem is a struggle for compassion

     

    only

    godly

    only

    divine

    only

    god’s

     

    I make a great snowball and afterwards my hands are warm

     

    only

    poem

    helps

    me

    to

    write

    a

    poem

     

    yellow-golden leaves of plane tree are white with snow

     

    a woman is throwing bread do the birds while walking

     

    I especially love when a word thing points on something unreal

     

    soil and sky –between the words about which we are talking

     

    we are mentioning gutters

     

    we are enthusiastic about dust

     

    we are vowing to the dew and frosting

     

    every

    word

    is

    one

    poem

     

    dew

     

    frosting

     

    God

     


     

    SOMETIMES I SHOULD BE WRITING IN THE EVENING AND JUST BEFORE THE VERY MIDNIGHT

    2583. day
    27th January 2012

     7:40pm

    I’m rarely writing blessings this late

     

    here’s the chance

     

    the light of the computer and desk lamp

     

    it’s dark outside

     

    it’s warm in the room

     

    paradise

    Miroslav Mandic book is Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    it’s joy being in warm

     

    I’m hungry

     

    bread margarine olives tomato juice and kiwi are waiting for me

     

    peacefulness after done day

     

    it’s a Friday evening. I’m looking forward to Saturday

    and Sunday

     

    days are wonderful thing

    Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday

     

    I’m touched by days

    through circling

     

    days are constantly coming and going away

    they are love-kissing and they love-kiss each other

     

    they

    say

    that

    edgar

    allan

    poe

    also

    alive

     

    I froze while walking. after taking a shower warm grace is radiating from me

    I am an igloo to all beings

     

    forest

     

    a friend says that he’s licking clean snow

     

    everyone who lost self-confidence should get invigorated in this blessing

     

    get invigorated decisively with tameness

     

    I just remembered that night

    the courtyard covered with snow

    the outhouse in which I was thinking

    my first poem about black and white snow

     

    hey snow covers our villages and roads

     

    hey rivers flood our fields and cities

     

    my day started with tears which were pouring while I was

    reading how one woman was apologising for the violence that the

    members of her nation have carried out against members of other nation

     

    wow how I find it delightful when a cat raises puppies

     

    when somebody stops eating meat

     

    when somebody sets themselves free of fears and prejudices

     

    when a runaway child survives

     

    when somebody changes their opinion with

    which they were defended from freedom and love

     

    freedom is love

     

    love is truth

     

    truth is goodness

     

    goodness is a bud of beauty

     

    DON’T WORRY I’M YOUR INSOUCIANCE

    2584. day
    28th January 2012

    good morning my love

     

    that’s how it all begun

     

    that’s how this day begun as well

     

    they say love is a fairy-tale

     

    they say a fairy-tale always talks only about love

     

    they say a fairy-tale is the only reality

     

    they say that living your own fairy-tale is the best

     

    fairy-tale of love

     

    fairy-tale of love – only love constantly love-kisses

     

    love-kiss love-kiss love-kiss – I’m bringing You a good news

     

    I am a good news

     

    I am the bosom to all beings and in Your bosom I pour gas of love for all beings

     

    limousine

    ask me once why is Vladimir Macura the best museum

     

    automobile of one and only movement

     

    I love a lot word auto

    auto-(Greek) – prefix in a complex word that means: self, sole, alone

     

    Robert Bresson

    ask me ask

     

    everything is auto

     

    auto-humour

     

    I’m slowly moving my hand through the air – hey man what fairy-tale is that

     

    sea depth

     

    heavenly height

     

    I am a worm’s husband

    dedicated to the girl Ana Mihnik

     

    I’m spineing You my incomprehensible

     

    a bird has flown into my heart

     

    it’s picking Your love within me

     

    grace permeates the bird You me and the very grace

     

    today Zorana Mihajlov bought me 24 fat crayons

    there will be money there will be plenty of money for all beings

     

    don’t give up of That thing

     

    don’t give up on Yourself even more so

     

    and don’t You dare giving up on me either

    dedicated to all my failures

     

    I am realization of all Your wishes my camera woman

     

    inexpressible

     

    bud of immortality of all beings

     


     

    I’M INVITING YOU BECAUSE ONE INVITE CHANGES EVERYTHING

    2586. day
    30th January 2012

    I find it so beautiful that I wouldn’t change anything

     

    fairy-tale is fairy-tale

     

    fairy-tale is a priori

     

    fairy-tale is both when it happens and when it doesn’t

     

    smoothly runs the river of words

     

    the river is polished

     

    even rams are blooming from fondling

     

    roads are missing me

     

    lips of rose are rousing me

     

    I love poetry of emphasizing and even more so non-emphasizing

     

    I find quiet emphasizing more beautiful than loud emphasizing

     

    I love emphasizing only when it turns into singing

     

    creation excites me

     

    singing makes me enthusiastic

     

    I’m flying through walking

     

    I called energy goodness

     

    I just called on music as sameness

     

    the music of path and walking

     

    sexy feet are love-kissing sexiness of path

     

    Miroslav Mandic Roughness is the greatest tenderness

     

    I am a servant

    I love-kiss You Robert Walser

     

    wherever I move out I’m rejoicing the most

    the little things that will even more so make me a Universe

     

    just imagine a place on which I will be holding books for reading before I fall asleep

     

    just imagine all those wonderful books that I will be reading

     

    imagine stronger speakers for music

     

    imagine working clothes that I will be wearing

     

    imagine the name that I will give to the place I move to

     

    imagine the altar that I will make

     

    imagine the bed that is waiting for You over there

     

    just imagine the sublimity of everyday which the eternity of that place is rejoicing

     

    I’m inviting You to

    Miroslav Mandic Servant – joyful servant of – Miroslav Mandic Museum

    showing and digital archiving of all Miroslav Mandic work

    from 1st February to 29th February 2012

    every Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday and Friday

    from 7:30 to 10 pm

    in the Nest

    ask for information from mister Miroslav Mandic via e-mail or mobile phone

     

    313 COFFEES OF COURAGE

    2587. day
    31st January 2012

    313 coffees of courage for one better and braver world of all beings

     

    313 coffees of courage is an art piece and it consists of

     

    coffee of courage – that famous name

     

    313 drawings of the coffee cup on the front page of a white envelope

     

    photo of the coffee of courage

     

    money for the coffee in the envelope

     

    today’s 33 blessings

     

    faith hope and love in the coffee of courage

     

    photo of the coffee of courage on the web-site miroslavmandic.name

     

    number of the coffee of courage on the back of the envelope

     

    Miroslav Mandic Signature

     

    coffee of courage is the coffee that You go to drink

    and while drinking it You make a bold decision

     

    bold decision for which You know is

    important and will bring You courage and success

     

    that will set You free from bottled down

    energy-goodness through which You will live healthier

     

    be better and richer

     

    for Yourself and for others

     

    I believe that 313 coffees of courage will help many people as well as me

    and not only to survive this 2012 but to help so that everyone survives it

     

    not only to survive but also to live it to the delight of all beings

     

    each envelope will contain two or three hundred dinars for a coffee or two for coffee

     

    in 313 envelope will altogether be 818 euros and

    that’s how I will with my coffee of courage repay my debt

    to the Republic of Serbia to which each citizen owes 818 euros

     

    that will also be symbolical setting all people free of debt

     

    we live and work without debts and excesses – we live through giving and receiving gifts

     

    set ourselves free of debt we owe to courage because of our cowardice

     

    set ourselves free of debt we owe to freedom because of our self-slavery

     

    set ourselves free of debt we owe to conscience because of our bad conscience

     

    I will be giving envelopes with money for the

    coffee of courage to the known and unknown people

     

    someone will get several envelopes to give

    them to the ones who coffee of courage will help

     

    I don’t trust economists nor any other experts

    because experts selfishly know only the wholeness of

    their field of expertise but not the wholeness of the very unselfish wholeness

     

    people believe that they are safe from atomic power plants

    and only fool can believe that they will not lead to a catastrophe

    paraphrase of the thought of a great atomic physicist that I heard last night on TV

     

    coffees of courage for 2012 are blue

     

    coffees of courage for 2013 will be green

     

    encourage me encourage

     

    313 coffees of courage for 2013

    313 coffees of courage for 2014

    313 coffees of courage for 2015

    313 coffees of courage for 2016

    313 coffees of courage for 2017

    313 coffees of courage for 2018

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