Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

i am god

i am i

i am alone

i am the best

i am a poet

i am an artist

i am a walker

I read this to Vladimir Macura at the Albanian guy’s confectionary

i am god

it’s dearest

to god

i am god

it’s dearest

to me

i am god

it’s dearest

to you

i am god

it’s dearest

to all beings

i am i

sings each i

i am i

love-kisses each i

i am i

i of one

and only i

i am i

i god

i am alone

alone for everybody

i am alone

mother and father

to everyone

i am alone

husband and wife

to everyone

i am alone

son and daughter

to everyone

i am the best

unimaginable

but

existing

i am the best

created

but

unborn

i am the best

scent of phyllo dough and noodles

from the Vardar workshop

in Sarajevska street

i am the best

the bud of all beings

i am a poet

just to say

i am a poet

i’m singing your face

i am a poet

three short sleeve

plaid shirts

which i don’t have

i am a poet

i make

a poem

from any

word

i am an artist

i make a temple of love

from any poem

i am an artist

creating

of uncreated

i am an artist

fragility of eternity

i am an artist

joy of resurrection

i am a walker

the music of slow

walking

i am a walker

unknown milka

with whom i walked today

from gazela bridge to lake ada

i am a walker

of undiscovered

closeness

i am a walker

of incomprehensible

distances

swallow

grass

road

rose

I laid down in the shade in warm pebbles

warmly flaring wind is making me fall asleep

there is only a little bit of shade left

wind is shuddering the hair on my thighs

I fall asleep in a moment

I put right leg on top of my left knee and I feel pleasure

there is a lot of political prisoners in many countries

democracy is crumbling

world is sliding towards dictatorships

there is a lot of hungry ones

a lot of unemployed

a lot of selfishness

a lot of spectacles and fun

greed

fear

lies

there is the most of ingratitude

some people are delightful

all beings are wonderful

the voice recorder is being alone on my belly waiting on this blessing

my hair is wet from the sweat

bread and butter

what a rare delicacy was it when I was young

I used to love drinking cold milk from the bottle with bread and jam

soon I will go for a swim

I will be coming back in the greatest heat

in the evening I will walk once more and once more I will bathe

I moved to the other shade

I still feel like lying

I’m surrendering to the goodness

I finished reading trilogy about Tolstoy

now I’m reading the Memories by Milutin Milankovic

I feel sleepy again

I’m more fragile than the eternity

I’m turning onto the belly

same is life

different is death

love is life

being in love is death

love identifies with the other

being in love satisfies itself

life is death

art is life

poem is eternity

art is the same

poem

through

the

same

is

the

same

last night on the beach my mobile phone and keys of the House of All Beings

have slipped down the belt. I realised that after two kilometres. right away I returned

with Ivana through the dark woods. on the place where we were bathing Ivana called me

from her mobile. at first nothing could be heard. but then Johnny Cash who rings when

somebody calls me started to sing somewhere from the ground. I laid on the pebbles

from happiness. what a relief. what a joy

heat is great again. it’s already passed noon. I’m off to have a swim

I was on porno sites

I’m always repeating and I will be repeating that I deeply respect people on porno sites

man’s revolution and evolution are in sexual relationships

in closeness and holiness of vicinity

closeness regenerates not enslaves

friendship of all beings

not Eros and Thanatos but Eros and Eternity

intimacy is the one and only public of all beings

new is salvation

only in new survives old

new is now

always now

only now

all of these people on the beach who I love-kiss

even though they don’t know I love-kiss them

all beings that I love-kiss but they don’t know I love-kiss them

my joy is prayer for all beings

my joy is an embrace of each being

I’m lying. it’s glowing. murmuring. whistling. quieting. resting

enjoying is service to God

care about all beings

light and shadows are flashing over my face

water is waiting for me to bathe it

consciousness of beauty

Pussy Riot

how just good and beautiful is that name for a female punk band

Mozart-like

Pussy Riot (Pobuna pičke) sounds the best in Serbian

Pussy Riot is in English

Pussy Riot sounds the best in each language people are using

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

beauty will save the world

Pussy Riot are the Olympiad of the Spirit

Olympiad of Freedom which is taking place every day around the world

everyone who lives for freedom is a member of the Pussy Riot band

I am a member of the Pussy Riot band

Olympiads of Sport Games which is taking place every four years is

a mask with which crime over the Olympiad of the Freedom and Spirit is committed

women are brave

while I was watching Nadezhda I remembered that

I was also in jail when I was her age for the same reason

her because of Putin me because of Tito

both for freedom

Nadezhda has a four year old daughter

Nadezhda is a mother of freedom

freedom of every child

mother of beauty

pussy

dick

freedom

love

pussy and dick unite

I’m off

enjoyment is duty

my swimming trunks have busted

today instead of three plaid shirts I got two beautiful blue ones

today is exactly eight years since I’ve stopped drinking

Srdjan Valjarevic wrote to me this morning

Pussy Riot is really good name for freedom

love of consciousness

a

miracle

of

writing

and

singing

is

a

miracle

of

god

god

in

every

word

god

every

word

not

more

not

less

singing

caressing

through a whisper

a cosmic one

grassy

sparrow-like

spirit

of

a

poem

sings

the

body

of

singing

joy

of

refinement

refines

the

joy

I love-kiss You love-kissing

I love-kiss You walking

I love-kiss You singing

whatever

i

write

it’s

god

whatever

i

write

it’s

god’s

glory

sing

of

a

poem

path

of

a

road

bud

of

a

rose

foot

in

the

dust

foot

in

the

grass

face

of

a

foot

whirling

through

serving

rejoicing

through

modesty

enthusiasm

through

goodness

calmness

through

beauty

agreement

through

courage

in

step

in

poem

in

step

in

road

in

step

in

rose

in

step

god

they say that there won’t be any more of such hot days

today already is less hot than yesterday

breeze is cooling me through my new unbuttoned blue shirt

a little girl who is coming my way is watching me

suspiciously because she sees that I’m talking into the voice recorder

I’ve cut my finger nails before I went for walking

I do that every seven-eight days

toenails I cut every two-three months

shaving every other day

hair cutting every five-six months

showering twice a day

hair washing every other day

hair in my nose and ears once a week

eye exercises every morning

ear rubbing every morning

stretching and five minutes exercises every day except Saturday and Sunday

one and a half meal every day

washing dishes every day

passing urine every day

passing stool every day

massaging the heels and Achilles’ tendons from time to time

prayer several times a day

porno sites every two-three days

laundry once a week

sewing and darning clothes when needed

wiping the dust of my sports shoes from time to time

cleaning the flat every ten or so days

cleaning the keyboard with alcohol every month or two

buying food just for that day every day

lacing up and unlacing shoes two-three-four times a day

reading two-three times a day

reading before sleeping a must

tossing and turning during the night twenty or so times

deepest sleep after six in the morning. getting up before eight

last night I’ve read it

a moment ago I thought to myself I should transcribe it

so that it should walk down the roads of blessings

since being somebody means being everybody

and being everybody means roading and singing

and a moment ago I transcribed it for You my beloved

all my beloved beings

to my beloved Fernando Pessoa

mister Alberto Caeiro for You and all of you

My glance is clear like a sunflower.

I usually take to the roads,

Looking to my right and to my left,

And now and then looking behind me...

And what I see each moment

Is something I'd never seen before

And I'm good at noticing such things...

I know how to feel the same essential wonder

That an infant feels if, on being born

He could note he'd really been born...

I feel that I am being born each moment

Into the eternal newness of the World...

I believe in the World as in a Daisy

Because I see it. But I don't think about it

Because thinking is not understanding...

The World was not made for us to think about

(To think is to be eye-sick)

But for us to look at and be in tune with...

I have no philosophy: I have senses...

If I speak of Nature, it's not because I know what

Nature is

But because I love it, and that's why I love it

For a lover never knows what he loves

Why he loves or what love is...

Loving is eternal innocence

And the only innocence is not think...

thirty nine years ago on this day I came out of the prison in

Sremska Mitrovica and watching the sky I decided to go towards the sky

sky by sky

sky road

blueness through cosmic blueness

First 33 Day Bowing from 9^th August to

15^th September 2010 was dedicated to nonviolence

Second 33 Day Bowing from 9^th August to

15^th September 2011 was dedicated to poem

with the Third 33 Day Bowing which is

beginning today I’m bowing to the book Miroslav Mandic 

all three bowings are dedicated to freedom

to the writing of freedom

f

r

e

e

d

o

m

o

f

w

r

i

t

i

n

g

to the joy of firstly created and creating of every moment

I’m bowing to myself and I’m writing about myself in order

to thank that young man who took me on this wonderful journey

I’m bowing to myself so that I would even more joyfully bow to God You and all beings

I’m writing about myself so that I wouldn’t

hurt anybody or leave out anybody and nothing

I’m writing about myself because that’s the

best way to write about You and everyone and all beings

I’m writing about myself because that’s how I am God

God’s glory and glory is God and it belongs only to God

god

poem

god

to

poem

god

of

poem

through writing about myself I’m gardening myself and through myself

the best way to break away from myself

I’m writing through myself about myself

I’m writing about myself so that I am

I am so that I would write about myself

I’m writing about myself because I believe You love reading about Yourself

I’m writing about myself because I’m singing creation and the very beginning of creation

I’m writing about myself so that the creation of the beginning would sing about itself

I’m writing about myself so that I would write about one and only one

I’m writing about myself so that road would be road

rose rose. but rose road. and road rose

I’m writing about myself because I’m slowly pronouncing

these words of existence while lying I’m bowing to the warm pebbles

I’m writing about myself so that the writing would write about itself

I’m writing about myself so that I would serve and surrender to modesty

I’m writing about myself because I’m nothing more than poem

I’m writing about myself because only through poem I’m everything

on the spine of the first book Miroslav Mandic a letter M is imprinted

on the second book a letter i. on the third a letter r. on the fourth still

not printed will be a letter o. on the fifth s. on the sixth l. on the

seventh a. on the eighth which I’m actually writing a letter v

Miroslav is the name of eight books

the name of future six books will be Mandic

fourteen books of the book Miroslav Mandic

fourteen books of the one book

one book of one poem

poem Miroslav Mandic

dick of the poet and pussy of the poem

every moment yearning for each other

every little part of a moment loyal to each other

wedded by singing

that is the book Miroslav

the name of one name

I’m thinking of who I was writing about in

the Miroslav and every hair on my body shudders

constant fucking

lullaby fucking

sanctity of permeation

yes baby yes

shake baby shake

go

little-god

god

God only God

my tattoos

Oljenkas of my life

loneliness

Goddess of my singing

from a source to a confluence

from one to the other shore

through a rose-like circling of water

with swallows over the water

with winds over the skin in the heart and brain

with every little being

through the courage of cooing

through the clitoris of innocence

through the head of freedom

hey Miroslav hey

straight and oblique lines

thick and fine lines

straight thick lines

oblique fine lines

diagonal and curved lines

breathless

practice of penmanship in notebooks which were called practicing notebooks

first grade of primary school

reading

writing

counting

discovering the hand

miracle of transformation

combining lines into lettert

connecting letters into words and sentences

wind is blowing and I can write wind is blowing

I was amazed how my father could write so nice

just how beautiful his signature was

he was doing it with a pen

the base of my writing is within the magic of learning penmanship

back then I was learning to write the very letters and very writing

mathematical hymn

today I’m learning how to write beauty and goodness in every word

beautiful writing to the good writing

(“penmanship” in Serbian is “beautiful writing”, T.N.)

I’m writing the miracle of the world which lives in writing through majestic peacefulness

today I’m learning to write that love is everything

that love love-kisses freedom

freedom loyalty

loyalty primeval-sex

primeval-sex pan-sex

sexy

very sexy is that writing

sexy child writes to the runaway child

runaway child reads sexy child

write me beautifully

says the runaway child

read me with goodness

says the sexy child

in the garden of writing there is a lot of different and diverse writings

writing on wood clay rocks

writing over our own skin

I say I and I write I

consciousness and self-consciousness

I’m writing and writing and I write everything about myself

everything about the world

everything

about

god

I scream

sing

witness

I start loving everything I’m writing over

walls stones wood grass skin cartons paper glass screen…

I start loving everything I’m writing with

wood nails chalks pencils pens typewriters computers…

I start loving to write

I start loving to read

I start loving everyone who is writing and everyone who is reading

writing was also done through walking

one of the most beautiful writings is the splice of roads on the globe

writing was done through plains and mountains

writing was done over houses and temples

jails and madhouses

at the table and while walking

sober and intoxicated

rapturously and calmly

whatever was written it was always written about oneself You and God

the best one was writing the best

a poet

every word of his is trembling throughout the Universe

through each word love vibrates in every being

hey pieces of paper with the last message

hey book which exist for thousands of years

and was read by thousands and thousands of people

hey

writing

hey

rose-like

godly

I’m beginning to write a book which is already writing itself on its own

so tiny is that what I’m starting with. elusive. invisible. silent

nothing – which gives birth to – everything

that’s how it was two thousand seven hundred eighty two days ago

on 6^th January 2005

everything started with truth

I began with I’m beginning

with that word everything began and it lasts

light of the beginning

nothing which transforms into everything

birth

rebirth

creation

a thought of a heart

a heart of a thought

I’m beginning to write – hey how beautiful is that

I’m starting to write that I’m starting to write

fuck

a book which is already writing itself on its own

a book which walks on its own

which flows

flies

glows

circles

trembles

intertwines

with the first word

first blessing

with the tiny one

with tinier than tiniest

w

i

t

h

g

o

d

elusive

invisible

silent

first blessing is within each blessing

first word is in every word

the very beginning is in each beginning

everything

each

blessing

is

gentle

to

god

to

the

gentle

god

may

it

be

gentle

and

dear

everything

through

god

everything

to

god

every blessing is within each blessing

all blessings are melodies of a day

melodising of the tiniest

all of my blessings are harmonies of night

harmonising through the biggest

each blessing is a bridge between the beginning and the end

I’ve learned that through walking

the beginning of the end

the end of the beginning

mystery

grace

little

raspberry

unimportance of each blessing makes a blessing of each blessing

that’s how each blessing is the most important as well

only everything is important

only everything in each blessing is divine

fifteenth of August on each fifteenth of August

today is fifty four years since Milomir is gone

I love-kiss You my boy

personal mythology is a heart of each myth

a myth of each blessing is in its fragility

oh vulnerability

rejection

from the beauty of each blessing the goodness of all blessings depends on

from the innocence of all blessings suppleness of each blessing depends on

grass blades

canes

hey

let’s go hey

carefulness embraces kindness. kindness love-kisses carefulness

sanctity of anything

divine of anybody

christ

whoever

might

be

christ

a girl for sure

a boy certainly

all younglings

love and immortality

love of immortality

immortality of love

my statements are always and only fairy-tale-like

on the first day of Miroslav Mandic I wrote twenty seven blessings

writing is a life of God

this was the last twenty seventh blessing of that day

second day I decided to write 33 blessings every day

and since then – thanks to God – I’m managing to do that every day for last eight years

for a while I was insisting on it and I named them the art of 33

sometimes only with that persistent endeavour. that steady search

not backing down from the request. not giving up and sticking to that

belief can create what we have sensed and what we are called for

it took me long time to seize and let that rhythm permeate me

there are several totalities and waves in it

first from twelfth thirteenth fourteenth fifteenth blessing

second somewhere around twenty fourth blessing

when it’s obvious that the thing is already over

but actually then additional and unnatural effort is needed to carry on

that’s when the transformation begins

and it lasts to the end

33

You

33 in which You are

Christ

resurrection

You resurrection

resurrection through You

raspberries of divine grace

what You feel right now is my deepest bowing to You

through You I discovered that actually You are Christ

Ra. Osiris. Shiva. Vishnu. Tao. Zarathustra

Moses. Buddha. Mani. Mazdak. Muhammad…

I

I in each I

g

o

d

33

whoever

you

are

every day 33 blessings

33 days after every 33 days

33 days have calmed me down several times

I would think of what to write about that day but then today are 33 days again

a knit from 33 days

… has invited me politely to come on… when I thanked and said

that I’m not going anywhere he reproachfully told me you should come out

a bit already. I came out but others have crawled in – I answered. ok but I’m inviting

you – he said. I invited you forty years ago – I carried on. well where to come – he

asked. you’re invited – I said… soon we finished because the conversation

was turning into an altercation…

a road on which I went with the

Miroslav Mandic Fucks Everybody’s Mother

and on which everybody was invited

a path nobody joined me on

a path which continued with jail and decision to

go towards the sky has led me to the rhythm of 33 days

Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother

to the Cosmic Festival of Art and All-Life which is constantly from the beginning

of the world taking place every moment and in which all beings are participating

not only that everybody is invited but everybody is participating

openness

wholeness

oneness

God

raspberry of wholeness

wholeness of grace

everything is within God

but

there is no God in a lot of stuff

God doesn’t exclude anybody

God is excluded by a lot of them

God has invited everybody

God is not invited by a lot of them

that’s what it was all about in this conversation a while ago

I believe

those who are investing believe. those who know they charge

after the rhythm of 33 days comes the rhythm of 81 day

81 day is my loyalty to Lao Tzu and his Tao

I read it when I was nineteenth and I was permeated by that elusive beauty

unfathomable goodness which Lao Tzu has stated in 81 chapters

when 81 days have passed on that day I transcribe

several lines from two Lao Tzu’s chapters in the Miroslav Mandic

so far 81 day has passed 34 times

still shaken from the conversation that took place a moment ago

I hope I didn’t hurt anybody especially not the one who invited me

for the sake of everybody who I ever hurt I called myself Raspberry of Grace

(in Serbian “Raspberry of Grace” is also a word play, since the two words

that expression consists of are very similar – “Malina Miline”, T.N.)

come

all of my words resonate from the very beginning on the open ocean of all-existence

come

Julian Assange

come

Pussy Riot

first second third… blessing

eleventh twelfth thirteenth… blessing

hundred and first hundred and second hundred and third… blessing

one thousand first one thousand second one thousand third… blessing

ten thousand first ten thousand second ten thousand third… blessing

and here I am in seventy eight thousand six hundred seventy second blessing

there is another fifty thousand nine hundred twenty seven blessings in front of me

anyway what is true is fairy-tale like

rhyme

through

numbers

The inexplicable is our friend

Vvedensky

Pussy Riot were sentenced yesterday on two years of prison

when a state sentence a poet it falls apart after one or two decades

everyone who lives freedom is sentenced

freedom is sentenced because freedom sets free

Nadezhda mentioned Vvedensky in her defence. in my

defence I mentioned Rose is a rose is a rose by Gertrude Stein

360º of a rose of the horizontal circle

360º of a rose of the vertical circle

129.600 roses of constant circling

360 ˣ 360 gives the number 129.600

Miroslav Mandic book is a ball of the number 129.600

beauty of singing through a ball

ball

rhyme

beauty

numbers

one and only singing

ball-like poem

Cosmic Festival of the All-Life Art

it’s really horrible that I have to tell you that a friend of mine and your

acquaintance Mirna Gavrilov died this morning. Whole day today I dedicated

to thoughts about her. I’m tremendously sorry that I haven’t told her while she was

alive how dear and important she is to me. Please dedicate some nice words to her

I got this e-mail today

I believe that Mirna is fine in the company of today’s blessings

Mirna hey

let’s hey

let’s go

through

the

fairy tale

of

freedom

and Let’s-Hey and Let’s-Go went

they were joined by

You and I

Everything and Everybody

Whirlpool and Whirlwind

Rose and Path

I’m-Going and I-Leave

Good and Beautiful

Pussy and Dick

Please and Thank-You

Closeness and Distance

Strong and Tender

Tranquillity and Appeasement

Poet and Artist

Doing and Being

Thoughtfulness and Watchfulness

Dancing and Singing

Creating and Singing

Serving and Love-Kissing

Patience and Endurance

Affirming and Agreeing

Embracing and Clinging

Insouciance and Unreasonableness

Like-Mindedness and Like-Fuckingness

life is freedom

freedom of life is freedom of life is freedom of life

life path

number 129.600

freedom of rose

circling

there is a lot of them a lot of them

all rhythms on the one and only rhythm

of the rhythm of 86400 seconds of every day

of the daily rhythm of 33 blessings

of the weekly rhythm of 198 blessings

of the monthly rhythms

of the rhythms of seasons

rhythm of years

rhythm of decades

rhythm through which I’m mentioning beautiful and good

rhythm of pussy and dick

rhythm of enthrallment and tranquillity

of slowness

speed

by the rhythm of Your presence and absence

by the rhythm of frequent words

by the rhythm of words which I rarely pronounce

everything that palate is to sky

by the falterings and enthusiasms

by the darker and lighter states

by the rhythm of constant steps

through concatenation of concatenated and concatenation of unconcatenated

through enjoying in enjoyment

thorough interweaving the interwoven and interweaving the uninterwoven

through enjoying the repetitive rhythm of unrepeatable

in a sudden change

in nakedness of suddenness

in nakedness by itself

coachmanship

coachman-like

by the whip of tenderness

through numbness

ouch

through swirling

oi

my name is Raspberry of Grace

I’m gracing the grace

I’m raspberrying the raspberry

I love names and I love through names

my name is The One Who Sings And Loves Through Names

my name is Hand Me

my name is Love-Kiss Me

I’m called All-Permeating Energy For A Moment Halted In Our Gazes

You Know That’s The One Who’s On The Road

I hope that in 2018 I will read Miroslav Mandic book and in the last

fourteenth book I will pick up everything from it as well as the names

naming

creating

to name

to give and oath

my name is beautiful like a name

through name

through beauty and goodness

through Pussy Riot

through Julian Assange

Ludwig Wittgenstein

my name is I Love-Kiss You By Morning Dew

my name is I Love-Kiss You God I Love-Kiss You

my name is A Horse Barrels In A Mare

name is born through nature and created through spirit

I’m calling You Loyalty Is In My Eyes

A Companion In Breathing And Steps

I’m Your Friend My Beloved Friend

I remember how in my childhood I used to find exciting names of children and adults

Ugljesa. Lacika. Margita. Ranka. Tosa. Hanc. Pista. Obrad. Ziva…

or names of many words. turtledove. all-the-same. tickling…

or swearwords. You fucking cunt. get the fuck off. fuck me if I lie…

name is a rose in the eyes

name is the path from heart to heart

call me My Life Celebrates Your Life

call me My Path Is You Path As Well

call me One Moment We Are The One

Every Moment We Are The One And Only Poem

ten years ago I put the earring on my left ear

love forever for Dragana Varadinac

I wrote in my diary

at 2.50 pm I put an earring on my left ear

as a reminder on today’s God’s miracle of love

so that my wife is with me

since then my wife is with me even though she’s not

because I’m the only child. the only child of God

I was praying all night to God so that unbearable

love suffer of mine stops and it was gone in the morning

I felt God

while I was shaving I decided that I will pierce my ear that day and put an earring

mark myself with God’s love

as a child I felt the men who had an earring

with amazement and certain seminal veneration

they explained me that those were the only sons

they were carrying something special in them

pirate-like. gypsy-like

something from some other world

divine one

not human

that day I also became an only child

untied from blood relations

I surrendered to God

love and singing

being marked is dangerous

danger liberates

these days whole world is marked by Julian Assange and Pussy Riot

they are carrying the burden of the lack of freedom of a huge number of people

Julian Assange and Pussy Riot are setting the world free with their goodness and beauty

I was liberated from suffering by love suffering which brought me to the earring of love

one is the love

God created the world with love

the world of goodness

that’s what the earring of love sings about

and now I’m like a child watching at this man with an earring

sometimes I see an earring on a boy

we are a sisterhood by an earring

being marked is the name of the brotherhood of all beings

love-kiss love-kiss my earring – I love-kiss You I love-kiss You my earry

ten years of the earring

now as well is 2.50 pm. it was a Thursday back then. now is Wednesday

there is a lot of male and female heroes in this book of constant circling

all heroes for one hero. one hero for all heroes

all words for every word. every word for all words

all for one. one for all

words

those little gods

they are everywhere

they are circling

intertwining

they are weaving blessings with blessings

each blessing is one poem

one heroine

each blessing is everything and everyone

one hero

joy of all younglings

time and space transformed into the eternity

jumping

little smile

grace

kindness of saleswomen

sough of passers-by

words which I pick up on the way

innocent swearwords and swearwords of innocence

and God knows what not

through writing about anything I’m always

writing about one and always about the same

Runaway Child and Good Child

together on the road

faltering

lighting up

downpours

spring proliferation

dusks on the bridge

tranquillities through silence and slow walking

every day sex

abundance of simplicity

today’s second swimming and dancing in the lake water