Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

the letter to my friends which I wrote in the Red Notebook on 1^st March 1972

when I was in the army. forty years ago. a week after I got my prison sentence

there is a vast number of facts and for all sorts of

reasons a great number of facts we are not registering

I’m not capable of being honest to all the

data. some I simply haven’t heard of nor seen

should one make an effort and

see all films of the world

read all books

see all trifles

feel the geography

feel the biology

meet all people in the world

correspond with all workers

be a useful member of Yugoslavian self-managing society

have a family

feel yourself

be wise

here or there

even though I will live in twenty first century

there is no eternity till the end of my life. forty odd years

plus 20 earned – I added on 1^st June 2003 in Belgrade in the Monastery of Time

a man can be either content or discontent with himself

even though I am a bit sad at the moment I rejoice everything and my incapability too

all the accounts are mainly clear

now I am twenty two years old. I’m in the army for another year. I’ll be

twenty four and a half when I pay my dues. and then – maybe I should soot

everything that happens in the name of

progress and workers is welcomed – it feels good

communism in religion

fighting for the communism in bed

for communist syntax. fucked up innocent

Viridiana. a group of illegal ones exposed to the Edict

to have a friend who you have mutual

understanding with. you’re doing the same job and it’s not boring

until now I’ve created few obligations but my account is mainly clear

I’m quite quite tired

but not completely calm and I love so much

not to do anything that would be more than rummage

some people have tired me out. those are the people which I don’t feel anymore.

Kafka Rimbaud Baudelaire Lautreamont are not writers. the writers of their books are

the workers in printing offices and they are the people for whom lives we should have

more respect and not to take more and more from those lives for dead books. around

all of that there are certain nasty things to which I don’t want to give more importance

then they deserve. a sick man is a medical issue. Rimbaud should have

been taken by his mom into the hospital. if I am sick I’ll try to get well. half of

our love beliefs knowledge lives is based on diseases that are yet to come. what is

all that good for

one should be a bit naïve good and healthy

to Baudelaire I would probably say understand your mother she had to get married

to Rimbaud fuck the poets

to Kafka other people are sick too. I would be telling him about Kosovac Ljubica

it’s necessary to tell everybody about  Kosovac Ljubica

what would I have to talk to them about the problems. if

a man has time he should read. Beethoven frowned and went deaf

Bach was apparently normal and Dostoyevsky and Duchamp and Bozidar Mandic

modesty of a spirit

to try to give job to all the people.

to disprove the thesis that something is called kitsch

to say good afternoon. art is kitsch. fighters for avant-garde are workers

what do I want. I don’t believe in any life

I behave in uncontrollable fashion towards any way of life

I only believe in my way of life. how will it be

I don’t even know. I don’t want people dying because of me

until I say I’m staying in this place until I die nobody can hold me

responsible for my actions because I have to be spontaneous in order to love

I don’t have friends

I’m alone

goodbye my friends

as little time as possible for myself. I will behave towards you like towards

people who I haven’t seen for a long time and that’s why we are talking only a minute

time I’ve spent with you is shorter than the time I’m yet to spend in the army

and in the prison. and even before the army we didn’t know each other well and

we were constantly arguing. we didn’t understand each other. we enjoyed too little

us. there is something arty in it and I think it will always be and that’s why I’m leaving

I was so wrong

I added after several years

not at all

said to me Slavko Bogdanovic who was criticizing me the most back in the days because of this letter

it’s wonderful to work

to get going every day

not stopping

resting while walking

opening up constantly

to God

to all beings

to become equal with immortality

circling

trembling

quieting

being constantly thankful for singing creating and walking

being air

light

soul of the sameness

fellow traveller to the words

instead of expressions liberalism communism fascism to be using expression peopleism

peopleism or humourism

just keep on wondering

admiring

surrendering

kissing with tears

not betraying

serving the arch-confidence

exactly like this the road should be travelled

discovering every day the novelty of repeating

just imagine this and You will feel beautifully

all dinosaurs and all extinguished species live within me

infinity of goodness fills up these words as well

through rose-like cosmic whirling I’m circling through the bodies of all beings

just feel this and You will feel good

to stop – to drink the beauty

to carry on – to eat goodness

just be this and You will feel beautifully and good

motherly instinct is the killer instinct

I love-kiss You my Kaja

I’m fighting for the right of killers to survive as well and not kill any more

I’m also fighting for writing this very blessing

for loving every cell

for never ending a thread of arch-life

for saving a thread of life in everyone’s life

it’s coming to me

sex through love

mating through all-sameness

mating of the one with himself

all-conjoining

self-knowledge love-kisses self-trust

self-trust surrenders itself to self-obedience

with the extremity of language I impregnating You my Penelope

I’m fucking You – You are giving birth to me – my snowdrop

ice on the lake has thawed away

tomorrow is my friend’s birthday

Nenad I’m inviting You for a lunch

You feel me – You make me drunk

You are my wine

I wonder why every written note is so sexual

really what is so attractive in any written note

I love You rose

I love You word rose

hey trifles I’m loyal to you

my excitement set free every being so that

every being is opening up for every other being

I’m tearing up the threads of slavery and

stupidity in order to save unbroken thread of arch-life

a

poem

is

a

tembr

of

one

and

only

never

broken

thread

of

arch-life

I love You trembr what every You might be

rascality is the tenderness of the external ones

meekness is the grace of the internal ones

on the one and only cock of goodness all beings are giving birth to love in every being

in six minutes the pasta for grated vegetable cheese will be cooked

I hope that I will soon completely surrender to the raw food

I am nothing else but every I

robbery and killings in existing civilisation are coming

through maternal instinct and fatherly property of leading

classes in the society which are wearing tradition and culture

goodbye past

little-flower little-pussy

lead me

little-path little-cock

love-kiss me

fourteen more days and fourteen more poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet about loyalty

upstream

swallows are celebrating the sky

sky is surrendering to kisses

singing means nothing

singing is

always

was

a

poem

always

will

be

a

poem

same

poem

sings

always

same

poem

sings

forever

same

poem

sings

same

poem

same

poem

sings

same

poem

of

all

beings

same

poem

of

all

beings

sings

every

being

and

every

poem

129600 blessings of this book are greeting the number 12960000

number of all numbers, strongest energy of the universe,

Plato’s number, number of the universe, number of the cosmic creation

with each blessing I’m writing 129600 blessings

even though I’m now only in 73961^st blessing

wow how I enjoyed yesterday in Nenad Baturan and his fifty eighth birthday

I truly love to enjoy in beings

in smells of violet

tell me about violets

be my violet

I rejoice to tell You that I’m afraid of You

but that with next saying I’m saying that the saying has taken away

the fear because I’m not afraid of the violets I rather a priori surrender to them

I am the very nakedness

sex of just born younglings

God’s language

hyacinth

trumps have saved this world from the horror of human interests

whoever was singing about trumps they were guarding the treasure of life

magnolia

be the witness of my tonight’s encounter-poem

rose

be the witness of any of my encounter-poem

path

be my fellow traveller with violets hyacinths magnolias of all flowers in every being

wow how I love you my dragana

for Dragana Varadinac

you

are

I

am

god

every poem is also an encounter but every encounter is not a poem

through a poem to the encounter

I am god

observe

my butterflies

and everything about everything

will be completely clear to you

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

another thirteen days and thirteen poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet of Love-Kissing

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody discovers me

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody wishes to see his or her face on mine

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody wishes to print

again the No, I Don’t Believe That This Sentence Cannot Be Heard

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody prints again all ten Roses of Wandering

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody

would come and record me reading all my books and manuscripts

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody

would through their life get the PhD title on my life

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody would

through my sexuality impregnate all beings with immortality

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody

would wish to see all three of my ten year pictures

I’m just waiting for the moment when You would

show up and tells me I’m Your woman all these years

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody would print

Walking for Poetry and Child Boy and Innocent Path as one book

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody would

print again the Warsaw and add to it also the Warsaw 2

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody would

get the PhD on my Monuments to the Anonymous Forces of Love

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody

would see the beauty of my two hundred film Blue Film

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody

to discover this Miroslav Mandic book that I’m writing

I’m just waiting for the moment when

somebody would celebrate the girl who in the summer of 1984 on the

Walking for Poetry brushed my shoes and I wrote about her and afterwards lived for her

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody comes to tell him about the prison

and through that story I set people free from their own prisons

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody

would come to tell him about shortened and prolonged step

I’m just waiting for the moment when

somebody would start performing the music of my walking

Nicolay Fyodorov

I’m just waiting for the moment when we

would drink the same happiness and eat same joy

I’m just waiting for the moment when somebody would cash in this blessing

I’m just waiting for the moment when you would leave everything and surrender to me

I’m just waiting for the moment which is

already telling me that death also waits to be immortal

I’m just waiting for the moment because moments are loyal and they are always coming

I’m just waiting for the moment when You would see me as a blue sky in Your heart

I’m just waiting for the moment when the tongue

in Your mouth starts kissing the words of my language

(in Serbian tongue and language are the same, i.e. mother tongue, TN)

I’m just waiting for the moment when

the word number would turn into the number of words

Dear Miroslav, I wrote a study on the subject „fraternity” (Fraternity:

Re-shaping the Meaning of Concepts) which also presents your project. It

was published in: Beuysian Legacies in Ireland and Beyond. Ed.: Christa-Maria

Lerm Hayes and Victoria Walters. Berlin. LIT Verlag, 2011. p. 65-79. You can

see it also on the internet. With my best wishes, Katalin

after the walking this e-mail from Keserü Katalin was waiting for me

I kiss Your face Katalin my violet

through the art of love-kissing I’m love-kissing the love-kissing of art

love for all beings brought me to the love for all cells

all-resurrection

I am god

freedom of love is

is just is

to be or not to be 

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

another twelve days and twelve poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet about repetition

love for all beings has brought me to the love for all cells

melody of immortal love

myriad of cells live in each my word

look how cells of this blessing are turning into a swallow

swallow flies through the hearts of all beings

all shapes are disappearing and are flying towards each other

they like each other and intertwine

all spaces are traveling towards each others

they are turning into time

time into God’s will

water that is see-through

air through which one touches

I believe I am everywhere

I believe I am always

I believe I am everyone

have You ever walked on Your knees

have You ever kisses the soil with Your lips

doo bee da bee da

boom baby boom

I am gigolo

to the spring

to the seasons

to bad singing which is sometimes more beautiful that the most beautiful singing

I’m thinking of prices for the gigolo favours

when You take a girl-friend prices are thirty percent lower

these days I will make a pricelist for the gigolo

I’m asking you with love in the name of making the Cultivating the Bud complete

open one portfolio for CIMFOY and CIGMFOY* as one of the most beautiful

and most valuable works of the Miroslav Mandic for All Beings

wrote me in the e-mail one of the participants of the Cultivating the Bud

(in Serbian CIMFOY and CIGMFOY are much shorter abbreviations, i.e. MZ and MNS, TN)

CIMFOY means can I make fun of you – that’s politely asking

the person you are talking to make fun of them and you do so only if allowed

CIGMFOY means can I gently make fun of you – that’s gently asking

the person you are talking to make fun of them and you do so only if allowed

CIMFOY and CIGMFOY are really great techniques

which are helping people to surrender one another

help me register with author’s rights agency CIMFOY and CIGMFOY and many other things

particle

of

a

moment

a

poem

of

the

poem

a

bud

of

blue

wine

I am god

male to every female

female to every male

just born younglings are mothers

and fathers to every creature

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

another eleven days and eleven poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet about walking

barefooted and barehanded writing of blessing

I am the kissing of soles and palms

one cheek is my sole

the other cheek is my palm

joy of writing

poem

I’m

budding

within

you

I’m

coming

through

you

miroslav

sex is the bible of goodness

holly scripture of beauty

here I am swinging

manhood is coming in the harmony

harmonica is the science about walking

my cheeks Your but-cheeks

swing-writing

joy of the heart in everybody’s hands

look at them – buds that are coming

surrender to them – to the grass that exuberate

bow down to them – to the swallows that are flying to

today during the short walk I was making a list and pricelist of gigolo services

first service is short walk in the landscape

a story about Hamish Fulton and great and small time walkers

there will be 33 services

so far there is eighteen of them

so help yourself

innocently and loyally

garlic

onions

I’m sorry that both garlic and onions are bothering me

I’m sorry that I cannot give blood

I enjoy how my friend enjoys the soup he eats every day in the restaurant

I feel the scent of your skin

Your back is wide

You are hugging with Your eyes

You are love-kissing with tender words

Innocently and Loyally is the name of my agency for gigolo services

I am god

waiting transformed into

the cosmic dozing

with each step

I love-kiss

everything

under

my

feet

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

another ten days and ten poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet about dancing

sexier than all sexiness is modesty

never to hurt anybody

always being grace to everybody

harmony is a precondition

a bit of politeness – warm orgasm

going into somebody’s bed

accept somebody into the bed

the

bed

of

a

poem

shelters

every

cell

I love to watch the words

I love to see through the words

I love to listen to the words

I love to touch the words

I love to smell the words

I love to taste of the words

mare’s hips are shaping the path

the path smells of the mare

horse’s hips are shaping the landscape

rose smells of the horse

writing is actually excitement

I’m going today to watch the first apartment at 6pm in New Belgrade, whish me luck

e-mail that Mirjana sent me a moment ago

joy to the landlords

joy to You

joy to all beings

joy to Miroslav Mandic

tell

that

to

the

landlords

that

Your

visit

will

bring

them

luck

whether

You

took

the

apartment

or

not

I answered to Mirjana

writing – making happy

writing – innocence that sings

shoal of fish

a sunray

sisterhood and brotherhood of all suns in the Universe

immortal swallow

sexy love hugs sexy modesty

sexy modesty love-kisses sexy love

every moment You do everything so that great war doesn’t break out

if the great war does break out You will be out of the great war

I am god

I’m dancing dancing

sometimes it’s foggy

sometimes it’s ice

clouds are always

festivity

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

another nine days and nine poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet about creating

I’m rejoicing You world

I’m rejoicing You morning

writing is dancing of the heart and mind in the fingers that are typing

tip tip tip tipi tip tip

sex of the teeth

I just finished today the Cultivating the Bud

I cannot seem to extricate

from Monday I’m open for moving

enjoy

do whatever you want

even if it’s dear to God

even if I enjoy the most in undertaking working and swimming

I enjoy in You whenever You guess what I need and what I enjoy

everything else I’m not enjoying

You make me feel good when You make Yourself feeling good

imagine nobody forbids You anything

imagine how tears of compassion are rolling down Your face

imagine how wonderful it is when You encourage those who are not self-confident

imagine good money You are creating and giving away

imagine rocking and rolling

imagine immense

imagine music

two nights ago a friend who enjoys the soup was telling me how he enjoyed

when that day he held for the first time electronic book in his hand

wow I would also love to read books only in electronic version

it’ll come it’ll come

the most unimaginable future has been designed by the most unimaginable past

through

the

most

unimaginable

present

I

create

you

eternity

e

that’s

that

for

you

e

h

e

r

e’

s

a

p

o

e

m

here’s

the

but-cheek

here’s

the

hearing

my boogie-woogie country girl

Saturday evening

off I go with all beings in Saturday night then

with all beings for the Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings

it’s

all

just

you

god

I am god

just touch me

it will be me within your I

rose without why

mastery

of

the

only

path

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

fuck only another seven days and seven poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet about surrendering

in seven days the fourth part of the thirty year old book will be finished

I started writing on the first day of spring 1981

I was writing it every day for a year

created a one year circle of singing

I’ve started it with I am spring and finished it with I am a bud

ten years later on the first day of spring 1991 I started writing Kaja

created the second one year circle of singing

after another ten years on the first day of spring I started writing I Name

created the third one year circle of singing

thirty years after the beginning of the first book and first circle

on the first day of spring 2011 I started writing I am You are I

and here I’m coming closer to the encircling the fourth circle of singing

wow how beautiful that is

a miracle of singing

singing miracle in the uncertain world

through singing I became a poem

a smile

goose bumps

approval

identification

poet of all beings

the most important for me is to be

good

brave

carefree

every day to

sing

create

walk

to

carry

on

writing

till

the

end

of

my

life

those

delightful

little

poems

I

am

god

g

o

d

b

u

d

I am god

my chest start trembling

my teeth and jaws clench

tears and poem start rolling

I’m surrendering to everybody

I am god

Loyal Sonnet about singing

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

I am god

liver is an ally

of beautifully clear

streams of blood

which are flowing

within you

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

another six days and six poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet about admiration

it wasn’t in wain – cosmic streams are rippling

I

am

you

are

I

am

god

thirty years ago I wrote I am You are Him

twenty years ago I tattooed on my hand I am you

ten years ago I added to the I am you tattoo are I

on the first occasion I will add to the I am you are I tattoo am God

singing through the skin

I am you are I am God

delicate

through the constant vibrating

through the all-soul of the only mind

mind

of

a

poem

mind

of

beauty

and

goodness

mind

of

walking

this is how I would love to dwell

reduced

clean

clear

cyberspace

but there is little money

I counted it yesterday

ouch

I was writing the names of people who I believe I can be getting money for sure

ouch

nevertheless I hope I can acquire 150 euros for the rent and 90 euros for bills

I’m going into that

money for food clothing hygiene material for work will somehow come to me

and I also hope for much much better

moving lability

today I walked for the first time with Nemanja Radovic

moving in glory of the book I am You are I which I wrote in Vesna’s Nest

today I had the last coffee with Vesna. we celebrated this wonderful twenty months long dwelling as well as the wonderful

relationship between the landlady and tenant. last two months I was dwelling without paying the rent which

helped me a lot to collect a bit of money so that I can let myself go into the further art of dwelling

may I begin my life and work in new apartment with promotion of the book I am You are I

from tomorrow I’m starting to get organised around the

moving out even though I still don’t know where am I moving to

but most important is that wherever I move to I bring goodness and joy

through the poetical dwelling

reduced

clean

clear

through

cyberspace

through the music of all beings

I am god

you are deeply within me

my happy man

share it right away

with everybody that joy

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

five days and five poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet about carefreeness

I am watching the red and white dove on the lake and I feel we love each other

I’m thinking of the thirty years book

I am You are I will be ready for printing by the end of the year

if there is somebody who would want to print it

by 2015 all four books that the

thirty years book consists of will be ready for printing

I would love to print the thirty years book like a

thirty three years old woman. 33 years after its beginning

I am You are I

Kaja

Milomir

I am You are I

working title of that book was I am God

today while walking I gave up on it

Circles of Singing

seems better to me

especially since today I found graphically-electronic

way to write till the rest of my life those little poems I am God

the title of those poems will be I am God

I can’t wait for tomorrow’s morning to make a model for them in the computer

just

one

poem

on

the

whiteness

of

a

white

screen

everything what is for You more sexual than sex

thrilling slowness

constant controlless concupiscence

m

e

a

n

d

e

r

i

n

g

t

h

e

s

t

r

a

i

g

h

t

r

o

a

d

t

h

r

o

u

g

h

t

h

e

s

p

i

n

e

surrendering myself

property is tasteless – possessiveness vulgar

every day

every moment

for everything

for everybody

wow

wow

it’s

almost

unbearable

how beautiful everything that is good

irresistible beings make life irresistible

just look at that belly

just look at those hips

just

look

at

how

dancing

and

singing

are

twisting

into

each

other

as

if

they

are

one

and

they

are

only

one

always

and

forever

just

look

at

that

sexy

one

that

one

only

one

look

at

it

just

look

at

it

dear Sun Mirjana Nebojša Violeta Nemanja Ivana

I hope that you will help me in moving. I still don’t know

where am I moving to but I hope that the moving will be on 31^st March

on Saturday or 1^st April on Sunday. if I don’t decide by now what with the

packages of Miroslav Mandic books they will also have to be taken to the

dump or to the one who will take them over and that should be a day

or two before or a day or two after the moving. after the moving

on Monday or Tuesday I would like if two or three people

would help me to clean the apartment and hand it over

to Vesna being clean and fragrant

the mail I just sent

I am god

grace of outflowing

grace of receiving

grace the tiny

today’s poem from the book I and You are I

just another four days and four poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet about unreasonableness

exhibited singing

I dreamt about You last night

You were alive

gentle

warm

joyful

cleaver

supple

our shoulders were fitting into each other and hugging

You already knew everything about me

You needed me and You found me

You are here now in the reality as well and

here I’m saying to You I’m yours always and forever

sometimes like two days ago I notice how

some people especially women surprise when they see me

who is this one – that’s how they look at me

I am God’s glory

sometimes I experience how I mean something salutary to somebody

sometimes

I’m

a

poet

of

all

sometimes

every

word

sings

with

me

every

being

is

a

being

every

cell

is

eternal

sometimes I think to myself that I would really

love to live and work in the very centre of the city

gigolo of streets

gigolo down the streets

wow how good that idea is

I don’t have money for that but gigolo could earn it and on top of it make many happy

I finished the draft pricelist of gigolo’s services

while I’m sleeping and while I’m singing and while I’m moving I love to play fair

You are still here and I love You more and more every moment

fair game has always been exciting me

more than the game itself I’m drawn to fairness in the game

game is fairness

enthusiasms goodness – unselfishness beauty

every moment fairness excites me more and more

fairness is one – fairness is wholeness

fairness are only all beings

I am god

down my chests

over your belly

permeating with all

beings this poem

is singing us

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

just another two poems in the book I am You are I

Loyal Sonnet about becoming-god-like

tomorrow I will finish the Loyal Sonnet as well

last fourteen days and fourteen poems in the book I am You are I

are the Loyal Sonnet which is forever dwelling in fourteen days of Miroslav Mandic book

I will put on Monday all verses of the

Loyal Sonnet in the last day of the book I am You are I

I will also write the last poem on Monday but I won't put it in the Miroslav Mandic

winds are blowing

poems of the plains are singing to the poems of mountains

mountains and mountain poems are satisfied

how to sing the last poem

tell me

how to close up the thirty year circle

wake me - be me

p

e

p  e  a  c  e

c

e

peacefully and in peace with the moving as well

it's wonderful that I still don't know where am I going to move to

I'll manage to nest myself somehow

wherever that is it will be a nest of both grass and sparrows

nest in the embrace of unselfish ones

embrace of unselfish nest

within the embrace of poetical dwelling

I will be shaping up future walking in it

I will keep on calling You from there

I'm calling You since I was fourteen

I'll lose weight

for the joy of all beings I'll be working on rejuvenation

I will constantly sing sexy poems about singing creating and walking

wherever I may be dwelling I'll be dwelling in every moment

for the first time in every moment

I'll be dwelling in the Bud

I'll be dwelling through the Bud of All Beings

in the one and only heart

through the one and only mind

Apartment of Misery

maybe I'll call it the Apartment of Misery. maybe the Nest of All Beings. maybe This to You. maybe...

I'll feel fo all of those who don't even have what to lean their heads on

I'll be setting myself free of misery

I'll be transforming it into freedom

First House of All Beings

that's how I will call the apartment into which I will move into

Apartment of Singing

that's how I will sing to it

Apartment of Freedom

nothing will be as it used to be. everything will be the new beginning

Apartment of Your Heart

I'll

Be

Dwelling

In

Such

A

Way

So

That

Everybody

Can

Confirm

My

Address

Within

Your

Heart

Number

1

i am god

nothing and nobody

makes me so

tender careful

modest like that

i am god

today's poem from the book I am You are I

 i am god

loyal sonatina

of the trembling of beginning

of the beginning of goodness

of the bud of path

yesterday's one before the last poem from the book I am You are I

yesterday was finished

Loyal Sonnet of loyalty

Loyal Sonnet of love-kissing

Loyal Sonnet of repetition

Loyal Sonnet of walking

Loyal Sonnet of dancing

Loyal Sonnet of creation

Loyal Sonnet of singing

Loyal Sonnet of surrendering

Loyal Sonnet of admiration

Loyal Sonnet of insouciance

Loyal Sonnet of unreasonableness

Loyal Sonnet of identification

Loyal Sonnet of becoming-god-like

Loyal Sonnet of the path and bud

yesterday I also wrote the last poem

the book is finished

what had begun a year ago is finished

encircled is also what had begun thirty years ago

on the first day of spring thirty years ago

four circles of singing

each singing I started on the first day of spring

1981 – 199 – 2001 – 2011

singing of the four seasons

four seasons about the eternal spring of singing and the spring of eternal singing

nobody yet knows about it but all beings already are feeling it

singing – all-food

moment eternity all-drink

one and only money of unselfishness

the elixir of immortality

I've accomplished the yearning of numbers for singing

I've accomplished the yearning of a poem for counting

I'm rejoicing that all of this is happening to me in solitude

I'm with You always and forever

nobody was around when thirty years ago I wrote the first poem I am the Spring

nobody was around today as well with the last poem I am God

nobody

you

are

everything

to

everybody

four circles of singing for thirty years

thank you

1462 poems in four books are celebrating singing of every being

four books with 1462 poems are marked by the number four

I began the thirty year book as a thirty

year old man and I'm finishing it as a sixty year old

I am God's glory

every word I wrote is God's joy

every word I’m writing is God

in the beginning there was the word...

w

o

r

d

p

o

e

m

it was a divine experience when thirty

years ago that God's I am started singing within me

everything has immediately started to sing

ja

sam

ja

pesme

koja

se

peva

sama

I am the I of poem which sings itself on its own

all beings in this and the other world are constantly singing to each other

beauty and goodness live peacefully in every word

beauty and goodness are gently fucking through each word

beauty and goodness are a constant wedding to each word

ja

sam

ti

si

ja

sam

bog

I

am

you

are

I

am

god

hey

tattoo

me

spring has started this morning

the spring of eternal beginning

in one atria of my heart

spring of the beginning of eternity

in the second atria of Your heart within my heart

i am god

loyal child

your face is beautiful

divine poem

first from the poems which will sing me every day till the end of my life

when I was twenty two I started taking photos

of my face once a month till the end of my life

today being sixty three I’m starting to write

poems i am god every day till the end of my life

g

g  o  d

d

live god

I rejoice you every day poems

every day is very exciting

anything as long as it’s every day

good will every day and that’s enough

every day is every day

every

day

poem

is

every

day

poem

is

already

poem

every

day

I buttoned my sleeves

anyone who dominates makes me sick

a lot of people dominate and they are not even aware of that

they want to survive so they are killing everything around themselves

anyone who tries to dominate I innocently plead – don’t do that

our very soul is killed through dominating

I adore tiny blue flowers that have started to appear in the grass

gardens that have been cultivated

tree trunks that are being painted in white

very soon everything will burst into the greenery

I’m tired

everything has drained me

I need carefulness of this blessing

gentle and delicate hand

warm white breasts of the morning air

fragrance of a belly

strength of a wanderer

warm sea

precious perseverance of unnoticed

light evening walk

easy evening walk

gentle morning conversation about John Cage

exciting sexuality of the incomprehensible

gentle stories about the fool

patiently even more so now when I’m defeated

I still haven’t found an apartment

I’ve reached the worst point

life comedian

at this moment most important for me is to move out on time and

not betray the agreement with Vesna that I will move out by the end of the month

second thing is to bring joy to a landlord

third not to make a single compromise in the world of all beings

I won’t be dwelling there anyway but sing create and walk

I find dwelling unbearably ugly ever since I was a child

anyway where I move to it will be the holly space for my work

First House of All Beings

home for all beings made out of light walls

native land of one and only love

I’m coming to You future of Belgrade

it’s all the same where will I be within You – I am anyway within the gentle All-Cosmos

even though You are not yet around You are my cosmic city

the best dwelling is through identification and agreement with

this very music that permeates me and disperses me to all beings

God

Cosmos

myself

poem

creating

walking

all beings

You

more people

what is

loyally

immortally

innocently

t

h

r

o

u

g

t

h

e

h

b

u

d

last night I found an apartment

tonight I should sign the contract. 180 euros. excellent. 500 metres from the present Nest

if people didn’t enslaved the geography I would have went upstream of Danube

towards the source

towards God

towards the language of the language

but it’s better to confess to You

on Monday I finished the book I am You are I. I was writing it for a year. this book

is the fourth part of the book Circles of Singing which I was writing for thirty years

that seemed to me and it seems to me now like some brighter God’s miracle

wow how joyful I was

arch-joy was permeating me

I wished to share that arch-joy with people

I’ve sent the information about the I am You are I and

the Circles of Singing to everybody who’s addresses I have in the computer

hundred and four

seventeen people replied

sorrow

loneliness

I’m joyful and loyal to those who have replied

several closest persons didn’t reply

fuck it

that’s

how

it

is

fuck

it

the

name

of

the

life

itself

is

that’s

how

it

is

fuck

it

life You are fucked up and that’s why I love-kiss You and respect You even though You’re good for nothing

full of death and disappointments

life the glorious

I adore apples

budimka

gravenstein

idared

jonagold

I have picked the apple not Eve

I am responsible for all the evil

I am the only one who love-kisses violets

who serves love-kissing

who is a bank of all redemptions

immortality love-kisses loyal poem

I’m

really

rejoicing

you

arch-joy

everyone who opens their heart has saved the world

everyone who surrenders to the other has aroused everything

everyone who serves everyone is an innocence to everything

it’s exciting working and not thinking of any sort of benefit for oneself

that’s what I call singing

that’s what singers call fucking

that’s what husbands call loyalty

that’s what wives call commitment

I love-kiss You homeopathic wine

I love-kiss You diluteness

everyone who surrenders to others is a whore

everyone who surrenders to everyone is a holly whore

everyone who sings whores and holly whores is a gigolo

gigolo to the life itself

never give up on love my love

is a definition of love in this world

I’m not giving up on love love is alive for everything

everything wouldn’t even exist without love

everything lives only through all-love

love is dead without everything

I’m in You

You are in me

a mystery of wedding is a mystery of words

a mystery of words opens up the world without mysteries

through fragrances

through the fragrance of openness

there is only one secret

God’s secret

the secret of God’s sameness

everything else just is

there are no secrets there is just being

whoever is using secrets is a boring powerful person

I’ve started playing a bit too much I’m getting back to dancing

last night my new landlord has postponed the signing of the contract for tonight

light in the spine

relief

last night I signed the contract and gave money for the rent and deposit to my new landlord dear Rade

I realise now that I have lived for two and half months under tension

I can’t get enough sleep and when I go to bed I put myself into the foetal position

air freshener with the scent of hyacinth on the table

in the First House of All Beings I will all the time have one or two air fresheners

and now I’m very tired

tranquillity and innocence are helping me

both good and bad make goodness

for few days now I’m reading Larisa

it makes me feel good

it rejoices me

and

yesterday

also

Macura

took

Roses of Wandering

he filled one car

he will also take Miroslav Mandic

it will be for three more full cars

I asked him not to sell them but to give them away

I’m not for sale

I am bestowal

sunflower

a picture I will create in the First House of All Beings

yesterday I also met astronomer Milan Bogosavljevic and I told him that I would love

to talk to the experts in ten or so fields in order to enrich the language of all beings

yesterday I got a cold sore break out on my lower lip

I’m sneezing

I cooled down cooked beans in the cold water

put a shawl over my shoulders

got excited by the picture I will create in the First House of All Beings

even though I haven’t yet made up my mind if I’m going to do it

while I’m imagining it like this it’s excellent

with music from a bit stronger speakers

in constant sex with modesty

hey

all

beings

are

the

pulse

of

one

and

only

soul