Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

 

without all beings I couldn’t live any more

 

only all beings are making I

 

I am all beings

 

all beings make each being which is always just one and only being

 

all beings in every being

 

each being in all beings

 

most of the people live only with some beings

 

fascists who took over brotherhood for

themselves celebrate their brotherhood in their states

state is fascistic

 

communists who took equality for themselves live with the equal ones in their cities

city is communistic

 

liberals who took freedom for themselves are earning on their roads

roads are liberalistic

 

families love their families

 

races are bigoted towards other races

 

multiculturalists cannot stand anybody who

is not like them and nobody cannot stand them

 

everybody kill

 

everybody adore their children and are feeding themselves with children of others

 

but all of that aside there is still goodness in everybody

 

only all beings are reviving goodness in every being

 

the same way I know little number of cells in

my body the same way I know little number of beings

 

but the same way each cell is making me the same way all beings are making me

 

 

small

you

are

everything

 

 

big

you

are

 

 

whenever I say all beings I sing each being

 

whenever I say every being I sing all beings

 

I’m off to swim across the Danube

 

that water being which contains all waters of the Universe

 

in which earth and air and fire are bathing together with water

the rest of today’s blessings about all beings are trapped in the voice recorder

 

now it’s 5.28 pm I’m exhausted and sad

 

I entered Danube at 1.30 pm and swam across and back

 

but when I came out of the water I saw that the water

entered the plastic bags with which I was swimming and got wet

voice recorder mobile phone and camera which are now not working

300 euros

 

I can only calm myself down

 

it will sort itself out somehow

 

those blessings about all beings that are left in the voice recorder were nice

 

now I should have some rest

calm down and carry on

 

 

 

 

Miroslav Mandic young light in a daybreak

 

Miroslav Mandic grass blades which are drinking dew

 

Miroslav Mandic all of that in the moment what makes eternity out of the moment

 

Miroslav Mandic little Gypsy who just greeted me with a whistle

 

Miroslav Mandic is not the one You think You know but the one who You love-kiss

 

Miroslav Mandic all beings which opened up to me through love and loneliness

 

Miroslav Mandic from the same to the more same and even more same of the same

 

Miroslav Mandic who is confirming everything and proving nothing

proofs are miserable

 

Miroslav Mandic who sings everything and explains nothing

explanations are sad

 

Miroslav Mandic to whom all notions are buds

 

Miroslav Mandic boogie-woogie up the spine

 

Miroslav Mandic mambo down the spine

 

Miroslav Mandic licking of tears

 

Miroslav Mandic handwriting of humble ones

 

Miroslav Mandic a poem of rejected ones

 

Miroslav Mandic a gaze which invigorates gazed at

 

Miroslav Mandic all that beautiful that You ever wanted to know about Yourself

 

Miroslav Mandic all of that good that You ever wanted to do for the other

 

Miroslav Mandic the alphabet of agreeing

 

Miroslav Mandic through love-kissing God

 

Miroslav Mandic through singing a song

 

Miroslav Mandic through creating a work

 

Miroslav Mandic through walking all beings

 

Miroslav Mandic not-died love for everyone who took part in the Occupy movement

 

Miroslav Mandic are yesterday broke camera mobile phone and voice recorder

 

Miroslav Mandic insouciance in duration and unreasonableness in continuation

 

Miroslav Mandic missing part of the whole and beneficence of the whole in every part

 

Miroslav Mandic today’s loutish smile of a young bakery girl

 

Miroslav Mandic all of that in language

what language wants to celebrate through poem

 

Miroslav Mandic without who there wouldn’t be the book Miroslav Mandic

 

Miroslav Mandic book without which there wouldn’t be Miroslav Mandic

 

Miroslav Mandic home to everybody’s name

 

Miroslav Mandic glory of everything and everybody without a name

 

 

 

I’m flying by text

 

I’m nobody and nothing

yesterday on TV said one old swineherd

 

I’m nobody and nothing

I say

 

I’m nobody and nothing

You say

 

we are nobody and nothing

say speech acts

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says language in today’s language performance I’m Nobody and Nothing

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says the language within the very language

 

I’m nobody and nothing

In the beginning was the word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

 

I’m nobody and nothing

Word was with God in the beginning.

 

I’m nobody and nothing

Through Word all things were made; without Word nothing was made that has been made.

 

I’m nobody and nothing

In Word was life, and that life was the light of men.

 

I’m nobody and nothing

The Word shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.

 

I’m nobody and nothing

the swineherd constantly feels

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says each swine to itself and its beloved swineherd

 

I’m nobody and nothing

only as nobody and nothing I’m everything

 

I’m nobody and nothing

only as nobody and nothing I’m music

 

I’m nobody and nothing

only as nobody and nothing I’m unreasonableness

 

I’m nobody and nothing

only as nobody and nothing I’m insouciance

 

I was very excited when I heard the swineherd saying but who am I. I’m nobody

and nothing. for a long time now I haven’t heard such beautiful music of sameness

I felt that if anybody in this world is somebody and something then it’s this swineherd

 

there is myriad performances and performatives in the book Miroslav Mandic

but instead of writing about them I decided to do twenty seven performances

I’m nobody and nothing as a sign of love for beloved swineherd

 

decisions and oaths are performances and performatives

 

identifications and verves are performances and performatives

 

bowings and namings are performances and performatives

 

I am who I am

first performance and performative is God’s saying of his name through which

exists everything that is and through which love-kisses everyone who love-kisses

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says God’s swineherd

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says every oak nut in God’s swineherd’s mouth

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says nonviolence which instead of blood runs through my veins

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says everyone who loves God and His creation

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says everyone who became God through God

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says everyone who is God to God through God

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says a horse which is rushing through the fields within the mare

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says each mare through which a horse rushes through her fields

 

I’m nobody and nothing

says a path to the rose and says a rose to the path

 

 

every year from 24^th May to 4^th June for twelve

days I’m writing twelve definitions of art each day

 

hundred and forty four definitions every year

 

in eight years I wrote one thousand one hundred fifty two of them

 

definitions of art are like a source of art to me

 

art is a source

 

what I’m left with is just to originate by blessings

 

definitions of art are like shores of art to me

 

art are shores

 

what I’m left with is just to cross from the shore to shore of contradictions

 

definitions of art are like main currant to me

 

art is main currant

 

what I’m left with is just to swim in the middle of God’s perfection

 

definitions of art are like a river branch to me

 

art are river branches

 

what I’m left with is just to seep into the branches of most ordinary ordinariness

 

definitions of art are like river islands to me

 

art are river islands

 

what I’m left with is just to enjoy in river islands of prayerful pleasures

 

definitions of art are like rippling of water to me

 

art is rippling

 

what I’m left with is just to ripple over everyone who want to daydream

 

definitions of art are like the sun reflecting in the river of life to me

 

art is the sun in the river of life

 

what I’m left with is just to shine through the blood of all beings

 

definitions of art are like the moon reflecting in the river of art to me

 

art is the moon reflecting in the river of art

 

what I’m left with is just to love-kiss Your all-lips in the moonlight of our cosmic love

 

definitions of art are like confluence to me

 

art is confluence

 

what I’m left with is just to be a confluence to everything through blessings

 

definitions of art are like a road crossing the river to me

 

art is a road across the river

 

what I’m left with is just to be a rose on the ro

 

 

 

I have been learning to bow on the road and from the road

 

Bowing to All the Children of This World

first hundred days long bowing through Vojvodina from 7^th November 1994 until 14^th February 1995

 

Bowing to the Patriarchs of This World

Hundred and One Day of Walking for Hundred and One Year of Ernst Jünger

hundred and one day lasting bowing in the Danube Park in Novi Sad from 29^th March to 6^th July 1996

 

Virtual Bowing

last virtual bowing to the virtual world in the virtual world

from 28^th August to 30^th September 2007

 

in the book Miroslav Mandic until now I’ve made two 33 days lasting bowings

through the third one I’m actually flowing

 

first one from 9^th August to 15^th September 2010 was dedicated to non-violence

 

first one from 9^th August to 15^th September 2011 was dedicated to poetry

 

everyone who is bows to everything that is

 

everything who is bows to everyone who is

 

swaying to canes. canes to swaying

 

bowing is a dance of gratitude

 

folded hands

 

bowed head

 

gurgle of a heart

 

every word of mine is bowing to all beings

 

every blessing is bowing to You

 

surrendering is bowing to giving oneself away

 

giving oneself away is bowing to surrendering

 

all live beings on Earth are bowing by walking to the earth they are walking on

 

bowing is brake up with passive obedience

 

bowing leads to obedience

 

passive obedience is bowing to the powerful ones

 

obedience is bowing to powerlessness

 

while I’m writing this my heart is all the time on the road

bowing to bowing

 

heart of roses

 

rose on the road

 

indescribable

 

primeval time

 

breathing

 

gratitude

 

fucking

through bowing I love liberating words from vulgarity imposed on them

 

beauty of goodness

 

I’m circling my hips to Your mystical smile

 

 

 

everything repeats

 

everything repeats in repetition

 

everything repeats through love-kissing

 

sky is repeating

 

clouds in the words are repeating and shaping clouds in the words of repetition

 

The Epic of Gilgamesh repeats

 

Gertrude Stein repeats

 

Thomas Bernhardt repeats

 

Steve Reich repeats

 

grass repeats

 

look

 

road

 

rose on the road

 

horses in the field

 

poppies on the glade

 

sun is shinin

g

 

interweaving interweaves

 

goodness sways

 

beauty circles

 

freedom wanders

 

the one who feels is nobody and nothing is slowly walking

 

Nobody And Nothing also walks

 

I’m nobody and nothing says Nobody And Nothing to everyone

 

everyone replies to Nobody And Nothing saying I’m nobody and nothing

 

repetition

transforms

identifies

 

crack

dawn is dawning

 

swallows are chirping

 

it’s a new day

 

road

 

rose on the road

 

horses in the field

 

poppies on the glade

 

nobody and nothing goodness sways

nobody and nothing beauty circles

nobody and nothing freedom wanders

 

 

 

I always loved to admire

 

to absorb

 

disappear

 

be the same as he she or it

 

same as all of those I admired

 

that’s how I was becoming

 

becoming more and more the same

 

even more and more the same

 

pure sameness

 

She-The-Same and He-The-Same

the one

 

the same

 

 

o

n

l

y

i

 

 

i

of

all

i’s

 

 

one and only I

 

 

i

god

you

christ

it

spirit

 

 

my dear miroslav, I often think of you because I always loved you. my darling

she wrote to me yesterday and put as the subject of her e-mail I

 

I path and I of path are one I and one path

 

I rose and I of rose are one I and one rose

 

path of I

 

 

i

path

and

path

of

i

are

one

goodness

 

 

rose I

 

 

i

rose

and

rose

of

i

are

one

beauty

 

 

I am who I am

I

 

I

I am who I am

 

 

i

path

rose

 

 

i

cock

pussy

 

 

I of cock and cock of I love I of pussy and pussy of I

 

I of love and love of I love I of freedom and freedom of I

 

I of swallow and swallow of I

 

I of loneliness and loneliness of I

heart of all beings

 

I of hug and hug of I

 

 

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is

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