Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

 

(Serbian word okupaj is pronounced the same as occupy, but it means wash. in Serbia

Occupy Movement is called the same, but due to the custom of transcribing names, it’s often written as Okupaj)

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I’ve started – I’m freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I’m walking – I’m freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I’m love-kissing – I’m freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I am you

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I am you are I

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I am you are I am God

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I am God

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is smell of wet trees

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are puddles of water I’m skipping over

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is at once

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is at once love

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is at once love once

 

first twelve definitions of freedom are behind me

 

I’m the freedom of this grass

 

I’m the freedom of the violet flowers in grass

 

I’m the freedom of young yellow dandelions

 

at once instead to Ada I went to Karaburma

 

I’m walking down the old Turkish cobbler through Zvezdara forest

 

I’m going down the muddy forest path

 

wet leaves of jasmine is wetting me

 

wow where this forest path had led me. here is only good

for plunging. just couple of steps and I would end up on a tree

 

mud is sticking more and more to my walking shoes

 

freedom is beautiful

 

the path is more narrow and hidden by branches

 

forest path has led me to the fence which I had to jump over

 

I’m cleaning the mud off of my walking shoes with an iron bar

 

in Nikola Doksat street I wiping my walking shoes of the grass

 

in Mirjevo Boulevard I’m sitting on warm asphalt and with warm water

from one remained puddle I’m washing my walking shoes from the forest mud

 

leaned on a traffic light post near London

I’m waiting to cross when green light comes on

 

I am a city hermit

 

everything is flat

 

everything is all the same to me

 

 

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is 

Ludwig Wittgenstein’s statement Leave the bloody thing alone

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is alone for everybody

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is emptying oneself for freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is 

receiving freedom and surrendering to freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is 

liberation from doing and surrendering to freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is getting to know yourself

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is revealing who you are

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is freedom in youth of self-regeneration

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is only me-only everything-only God

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is always only here and now

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is forever only here and now

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are temples of life 

 

I’m getting wet in the rain of freedom

 

I’m walking through Terazije in the warm rain and enjoying

 

last night after several days my stomach was hurting again

 

it scared me so it was hurting even more

 

I’m saying that I was scared so that I wouldn’t be scared

 

for over ten days my back is hurting as well

 

prostate

 

I admit my stomach is hurting me a bit now as well but I’m also enjoying in slow walking

 

drizzling rain is remedy

 

everything is remedy

 

rain has stopped… it’s starting again

 

I’m coming back from walking

 

paper collectors are my neighbours who I rejoice to a lot

 

truck wind spreads my unbuttoned jacket

 

I love-kiss concrete steps that lead me to the First House of All Beings

 

everything I see on these four steps is indescribably beautiful

 

I think I could take photos of them every day

a pigeon has just landed on my window

 

to make a renowned sculpture of those plain and unnoticed steps

 

I’m in the elevator

 

I’m opening the First House of All Beings

 

the end

enough for a blessing

 

 

 

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I start dancing to feed the freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I start singing to water the freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

death that stets us free from the fear of death

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is death which transforms life into life

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is bravery to say that I’m afraid

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

tenderness with which I say that I’m not afraid

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are brave works which liberate all people

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are tender works that liberate all beings

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is going-coming to God

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is all beings are one through freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is art washing with freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

freedom in art which makes art from freedom and poem from art

 

I’m taking photo of yesterday’s steps

 

it’s five of them

 

today they are dry

 

yesterday they shimmering in the rain

 

sometimes a big snail is on them

 

today they are even more plain and unnoticeable

 

great art on its own

 

I will be taking photo of them following days

 

each moment without fear is treasure

 

both means and objective

 

pain in my stomach please stop hurting me

 

each blessing is helping me a lot

 

I’m crying from bliss in this blessing

 

yellow melilot that surrounds nudist beach on the lake smells good

 

catkins are flying

 

they say that there will be heavy rains following days

 

it’s Saturday – I’m done

 

I yearn to curl up

 

to get some sleep

 

to renew myself in an embrace

 

I am

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is ohm with God

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is freedom from fighting for freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is freedom of fucking with freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are

cocks of all beings in one and only pussy of freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are

pussies of all beings on the one and only cock of freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

freedom is not asking to fight for it but to live it

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is Nadezda Milenkovic

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

art of defining freedom regenerates freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are lips on lips

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are feet of thoughtfulness

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are hands of tenderness

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is modesty which excites landscapes

 

I’m watching the roses on the fence

 

it’s always important to watch the roses

 

so that they fill me and overwhelm me with their beauty

 

there are the yellow ones

 

there are the pink ones

 

sparrows and grass

 

swallows and roses

 

path and road

 

 

I’m

watching

them

roses

are

entering

my

heart

 

 

there

is

no

poem

without

a

rose

 

 

there

is

no

rose

without

singing

 

 

there

is

no

either

rose

or

poem

without

love

 

 

there

is

also

no

love

without

you

 

 

there

is

also

no

you

without

god

 

 

it’s gonna rain – says a grandpa to his grandson. so what – answers the grandson

 

I’m walking slowly absorbing the sun

 

I’m walking slowly through my body

 

while crossing the asphalt road I feel as if a herd of elephants are crossing over

 

I’m rejoicing the fact that I’m entering the woods

 

a squirrel is climbing up the tree with grate ease speed elegancy and charm

 

I’m getting out of the woods. birds are singing. I’m imagining them singing in my spine

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of the Occupy movement

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of freedom

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of goodness

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of beauty

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of love

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of bravery

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of innocence

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of rejected ones

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of a runaway child

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of a victim

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of a bud

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of fist kiss

 

all of a sudden blessing

 

sixteen year old girl is standing next to the water and watching the pebbles and waves

 

grass is growing

 

purple colour of lavender has spread over the greenery

 

drizzling rain is wetting my face

 

frogs are croaking

 

this woman always walks alone around the lake

 

a lot of people are walking alone

 

there they are red roses

 

a white dog has spread across the asphalt

 

under the big tree tops I feel as if I’m in the temple

 

I’m sneezing – they say that from tomorrow it will be sunny

 

they are complaining for some reason – says

a man to me for the crows which are cawing on the tree

 

sun started to shine – savannahs in my body are green

 

I lift my head up and absorb the greenery of leaves

 

the art of walking transforms everything into art

 

walking of art transforms everything into walking

 

the smell of yellow sweet clover has struck me – where are You now

 

You are not around and You are my everything

 

loving You is immortality

 

stepping out

 

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is not 1% nor 99% but just 100%

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without terminology and authority

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without borders and administration

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without university and divisions

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without family and affiliation

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without team and pooling

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without property and inheritance

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is without spectacle and bread and games

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without seduction and ruling

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without rivalry and superiority

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is without humanism and anthropocentrism

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without arming and war

 

freedom of the morning

 

I looked at the flowers on the table

 

I watched

 

in that 1984 when Macintosh was promoted I did the First Walking for Poetry

 

overlapping

 

steps beats

 

I’m actually listening to Elvis Presley singing Hound Dog on July 1^st 1956

 

I’m reading Jobs’ biography with great pleasure

 

insanely great

Jobs’ favourite expression of delight

 

to put a dent into universe

Jobs’ expression for leaving his creative trace

 

my stomach is bothering and scaring me

 

 

i’m

powerless

like

god

 

 

I hope that sun dries my linen that I just washed

 

I love Apple and electronic culture

 

simplicity is the ultimate sophistication

Jobs’ philosophy of design

 

high end technological products belong to everybody

they are God’s

 

not owing allows using the most sophisticated products

 

iMac which I’m using only confirms my not owing

 

 

language

through

which

i’m

singing

is

god’s

 

 

love

through

which

i

love-kiss

is

your

love

 

 

bud

through

which

i’m

budding

is

the

bud

of

all

beings

 

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is an ant that I just saw

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is resurrection of all beings which I just wanted

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is disappearing of the notion enemy for which I just jumped

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

are flies that are flying onto the warm asphalt

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is chirping of just born swallows

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is spring in my belly

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is free inhale and complete exhale

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is moment of love

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is this pirouette in walking

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

a child in the pram that is starting to drink water from the bottle

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is the health that shares and spreads

 

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is like-fuckability

 

Like-mindedness and Like-fuckability are the latest couple

 

here’s a bit of glorious wind for You

 

a young man is carrying slippers in his hands and walking barefoot over the pebbles

 

the young man that was walking over the pebbles is now reading a book

 

a man reading a book is one of the most exciting images for me

 

a couple but one

 

a man who wrote a book and a man who’s reading it

 

a man is sometimes female

 

a man is sometimes male

 

a man is sometimes just a man

 

beautiful and transient like a cloud

 

good-hearted towards every being

 

man is just one of the plenitude of beings

 

a being which love-kisses all beings

 

yesterday I saw that the pain in my stomach is located

in the circle where the name Miroslav Mandic is tattooed

 

Miroslav Mandic is painful for Miroslav Mandic

 

Miroslav Mandic please withstand Miroslav Mandic

 

Miroslav Mandic is the Bud of All Beings

 

Miroslav Mandic is the poem by Miroslav Mandic and the Miroslav Mandic Poem

 

Miroslav Mandic is this poppy that Miroslav Mandic is bowing down to

 

Miroslav Mandic is naked from the waist up

so that You would feel the warm sun on Your and his skin

little beggar who is begging on the crossroads is spitting on a man selling newspapers on the crossroads