Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

everything is in language

language is in everything

it’s past midnight

I’m in bed

I was praying to God

I’m happy

I’m happy because I’m praying

I was telling Him that He’s splendid

that through Him I am splendid myself

that we are one

one and only God

and we were

and we are

I felt that everything is in words

also unspeakable because unspeakable is in the word unspeakable

I was two thoughts

everything is in language

language is in everything

I got up to get the voice recorder and record it

I have already pronounced that

slowly

in the dark

under the blankets

in the warm bed

I would love to write in bed how do I feel in bed

once or twice I was doing it

I was struggling not to fall asleep until I write 33 blessings

I was drifting off to sleep but I was waking up in order to write them all down

sometimes I will write bed-blessings

the same way I was just before midnight being half asleep dreaming happiness

the very happiness

happiness was happy

happiness was only happy

happiness and happy

only happiness

I know only one writer better than Beckett that’s Miroslav Mandic

I know only one poet better than William Carlos Williams that’s Miroslav Mandic

I know only one philosopher better than Wittgenstein that’s Miroslav Mandic

I know only one mystic better than Meister Eckhart that’s Miroslav Mandic

I know only one artist better than Ad Reinhardt that’s Miroslav Mandic

I know only one singer better than Billie Holiday that’s Miroslav Mandic

I know only one walker better than Robert Walser that’s Miroslav Mandic

I know only one woman-author better than Gertrude Stein that’s Miroslav Mandic

I know only one thinker of common cause

better than Nikolai Fyodorov that’s Miroslav Mandic

I know only one actor better than Lee Marvin that’s Miroslav Mandic

I know only one Srdjan Valjarevic better than Srdjan Valjarevic that’s Miroslav Mandic

mother Earth is a child of the Universe

I’m going

mother Earth is a sister to the Planets in the Universe

mother Earth is a wife to the Sun

mother Earth is a mother to each being on the planet Earth

mother of fairy-tale to the child Earth

mother of creation to the sister Earth

mother of singing to the wife Earth

mother of walking to the mother Earth

I’m lulling You Earth

I’m hugging You Earth

I’m fucking You Earth

I’m caressing You Earth

good morning to You every morning Earth child

good day to You every day Earth sister

good evening to You every evening Earth wife

good night to You every night Earth mother

I’m dancing through Your circling around Yourself Earth wanderer

I’m dancing through Your circling around the Sun Earth wanderer

I’m dancing with You in Your circling through Your galaxy Earth wanderer

I’m dancing with You while You’re dancing with all galaxies Earth wanderer

through love created You’re giving love Earth

through love raised You’re providing love Earth

through love kissed You’re radiating love Earth

through love protected You’re cherishing each being with love Earth

I love Your earth my Earth

I love Your water my Earth

I love all beings that live on You my Earth

I love Your story and fairy-tale about You my Earth

child Earth of mine I’m loyal to You always and forever

sister Earth of mine I’m Your brother always and forever

wife Earth of mine I’m Your husband always and forever

mother Earth of mine I’m Your tenderness always and forever

snuggle up on my chest Earth of mine

Universe of enjoyment

Universe of efflux

Universe of blessed states

Universe of self-recognition

Universe of joy of the very life

Universe of the grace of dancing

Universe of the first letter

Universe of the first number

Universe of the first music

Universe of the first physical exercises

Universe of the first kiss

Universe of the first love pain

Universe of miraculous fuckings

Universe of the sacrificing for ideals

Universe of self-creation

Universe of discontinuations

Universe of guilt

Universe of renunciation

Universe of decisions and all-redemption

Universe of new innocence

Universe of one and only work which is more from all human works altogether

Universe of the great path of wandering

Universe of one and only rose

Universe of one and only man who is more than all people together

Universe of the Blue Rose in the Universe

universe

of

the

poem

this

is

a

tattooed

poem

to

god

through

which

god

sings

Universe of the temple of love on my temple

Universe Your name is Miroslav Mandic

Universe of all beings

Universe of one and only I

Universe of the one and only language of all beings

Universe of the Hymn of Freedom of All Beings

Universe of the universe

bosket of God

a sparrow has flitted

God

a bitch has given birth

God

a snake has moulted her old skin

God

over there… in the distance… in the horizon the sky has fallen into the earth’s arms

God

galaxies of the Universe are wandering in the head

God

blossomed nest in the heart

God

a hand is caressing a paw

God

wind is carrying a condor with spread wings

God

a sea shell releases itself from the bottom of the sea and surrenders to the gulf to carry it

God

a soul is ripening through an oath

God

purple is curling up into itself

God

words in numbers. numbers in music. music in step

God

somebody somewhere

God

love spasms

God

clearness of unknowable

God

presence of unspeakable

God

invisible of the obvious

God

running towards

God

eye’s speech

God

indescribable beauty of genitalia

God

fathomless importance of the unimportant

God

incorruptible holiness of the plain

God

Gypsies

God

recognising oneself as the other

God

jackstone bud youngling child little angel are recognising themselves in God

God

budded blessings

God

rectitude of the unprotected ones

God

bread crumbs

God

victim

God

gift

God

smile

God

mind-ohm

God

a swallow in the blueness

God

one is the mother

one is the father

one is the child

one is the Earth

one is the Universe

one is God

God

Universe

Earth

they are one

one body

one soul

one mind

one will

one and only love

warmth is spreading through the body of all beings

through each particle I’m a mother of all beings

through each atom I’m a father

through each cell I’m a child

I am Earth

Kaja is transformed into the mother of all beings

I am Universe

Milomir is transformed into the Universe

God

each being is a child for Miroslav

I’m running through the street of existence

I’m hopping through galaxies

I’m vastness

unity of beds

a nerve

one

everything

oneeverything

everythingone

face to face

grace

kiss

bud

I’m reading my diary from ten years ago

everything is so different and yet even more the same

it was a year of the Monastery of Time

I was reading poets

every fifteen days new poet

twenty four poets throughout the whole year

I was reading in front of ten or more people in several apartments

I started reading at midnight of the new 2003

I continued on 15^th January 2003 at 1am

that’s how I was circling through the whole year

meandering through time

the symbol of the Monastery of Time is meandering cross

I was reading and being a poet who I was reading

I was reading and explaining with enthusiasm

it lasted four-five hours and even more

I was being a poem and a poet

being William Carlos Williams

1^st January 2003 at 12am

being Samuel Beckett

15^th January 2003 at 1am

being Jorge Luis Borges

1^st February at 2am

being Petar Miloradović

15^th February at 3am

being Charles Bukowski

1^st March at 4am

being Fernando Pessoa

15^th March at 5am

being Gertrude Stein

1^st April at 6am

being Robert Walser

15^th April at 7am

being John Cage

1^st May at 8am

being Friedrich Nietzsche

15^th May at 9am

being Arthur Rimbaud

1^st June at 10am

being William Blake

15^th June at 11am

being Bible

1^st July at 12pm

being Lazarov Miordag Pashu

15^th July at 1pm

being Jean Genet

1^st August at 2pm

being Allen Ginsburg

15^th August at 3pm

being Slobodan Tišma

1^st September at 4pm

being Velimir Khlebnikov

15^th September at 5pm

being Emily Dickinson

1^st October at 6pm

being Jalaluddin Rumi

15^th October at 7pm

being Antonin Artaud

1^st November at 8pm

being Friedrich Hölderlin

15^th November at 9pm

being David Henry Thoreau

1^st December at 10pm

being Srdjan Valjarevic

15^th December at 11pm

the Monastery of Time is the yearning of my body of my soul and my mind for poetry

everything originates from poetry and is going back to poetry

I was reading patiently

slowly

I was repeating

reviving

radiating

created the Monastery of Time

it was fucking good

I was reborn through the Monastery of Time

it was beautiful how universality of the world of a one

poet replaces the universality of the world of the other

ten years ago at this time I have already red W. C. Williams, Beckett and Borges

from fifteenth of April I will be reading them again

after ten years and I will mention them in the Miroslav Mandic

and all important things that I read in my diary I will mention in the Miroslav Mandic

it will be a work

What Was Ten Years Ago

in 2014 what was in 2004

in 2015 what was in 2005

in 2016 what was in 2006

in 2017 what was in 2007

in 2018 what was in 2008

…

constant love and constant singing

God only God

my dear friend

we don’t have to see each other ever again

but if we do see each other I would love it to be innocent

like buds in a fairy-tale

we are born innocent

through living we are losing innocence

we are losing innocence through worry

the life in which and through which we have lost

innocence is the best place to create new innocence in

innocence of freedom

innocence of surrendering oneself

innocence of giving oneself

innocence is the only hope

innocence is the only faith

innocence is the only love

if You’d love to keep on loving me

please help me finish my life and work every day

so that I carry on living walking creating every day

in one and only Fairy-Tale of All Beings

to God You and all beings grace

fairy-tale is coming onto me more and more

more and more do I see that everything is only a fairy-tale

a wife is God’s innocence to a husband

a fairy-tale dear to God You and all beings

a husband is God’s loyalty to a wife

a fairy-tale gentle to God You and all beings

a bud of fairy-tale is a fairy-tale of bud

I am the resepath walking in the Fairy-Tale of All Buds

for the first time rose and path are joined in one word

I am the bud creating the Fairy-Tale of All Beings

I am fairy-tale singing All Buds of the Fairy-Tale

God

god

you

all beings

rosepath

fairy-tale

bud

hey

You

god

you

all beings

rosepath

fairy-tale

bud

hey

all beings

god

you

all beings

rosepath

fairy-tale

bud

hey

rosepath

god

you

all beings

rosepath

fairy-tale

bud

hey

fairy-tale

god

you

all beings

rosepath

fairy-tale

bud

hey

bud

god

you

all beings

rosepath

fairy-tale

bud

hey

one and only poem

I saw That Girl With Earrings several times

always on the street

first time four-five years ago

several times on the Boulevard

once in Pozeska Street

and on Saturday in the Bread and Rolls restaurant

she was always alone

special

through self-observation which walks

with huge earrings

short hair

unusual new but old-fashioned clothing

with small purse

very noticeable

she was walking by firm and fragile steps

stamping the heels on the asphalt

a sparrow

I wished to show her thumbs up as a sign of support

I love her because she is so noticeable but unprotected

I admire everybody who is courageous

That Girl With Earrings is courageous

I’m tenderly thinking of You That Girl With Earrings

I’m tenderly thinking of anybody who is courageous

courage is love

love is unity of all beings

unity of all beings is freedom

That Girl With Earrings rejoice

That Girl With Earrings be serene

That Girl With Earrings You are a sanctity of unknown ones

That Girl With Earrings be a hostess to everything and a guest to everyone

That Girl With Earrings meander through Yourself

like a Universe which meanders through You

That Girl With Earrings thank You for a long brave look You gave me on Saturday

That Girl With Earrings You are in my heart forever

wind is blowing

it excites

raises

it carries plastic bags over the road

it flutters through the smoke from the poor people’s chimneys

it’s triggering my tears

I’m going up the Marshal Tolbuhin’s Boulevard towards Zarkovo

I’m going to Bread and Rolls to give five Coffees of Courage to the kind bakery woman

it’s a year now that I feel pain in my chest

it was followed by the pain in my stomach as well

I’m smiling hoping it will go away

I would really love to have a jacket which reaches the ankles

I gave Coffees of Courage to Jagoda

I love unknown ones

I’m going down and surrendering to Zarkovo streets

I slanted my head

I’m swaying with my body

I believe in You as agreeing

follow-up and complementarity

divine sameness

alone – one to everybody

alone – everything to everyone

wind is more and more exciting

I’m enjoying in branches which are swaying

the roar of the wind revives anciency within me

when the wind blows in my back I feel it like hands of a gentle friend

leftover snow in the grass looks like white flowers

I’m walking with my eyes closed

I’m caressing my face with the face of the world

splendour of the struggle for all people

hideousness of the violence against all people

soon buds will start coming out

I am a grapevine

I just thought to myself

a man accidentally hit my hand with his bag

and I dropped the voice recorder on the asphalt

I’m holding voice recorder in my hand and quietly crying

in

spite

of

yesterday’s

shock

i’m

love-kissing

just

love-kissing

I’m singing

i’m

singing

and

love-kissing

incomparable

gentle

prettily

dear

I love-kiss the very shock

I love-kiss in spite as well

in spite is not a spite

in spite is all-joy

one and only joy

nobody is alone

everything is good

what is beautiful about everything is that everything is good

I’m afraid to get into anything

said to me on Thursday 23^rd May 2002 one young woman

a crack is in front

a crack is not in-between or at the back

in front of a crack one should step on and fly over it

flying over is wholeing

people freeze up in front of a crack

one doesn’t need neither talent nor knowledge for flying over only courage

courage I bowing down in front of You

for courage one needs fear of God

what is fear of God to religion it is paranoia to atheism

i’m

dancing

and

singing

not stopping I’m receiving God

I’m constantly getting into God

whoever wanted to kill God God let them kill Him

Woman In Early Middle Age Who Are Afraid To Get Into Anything I love-kiss You

getting into is an experience of God

the very God

God is getting into God

divine service is getting into God

mild smile

i am god

unexpected

joy

today’s poem i am god

I’m reading my diary from 2002 because to the work

What Was Ten Years Ago? I’m joining year 2002 as well

here’s what was eleven years ago

6:32pm

Oath to Love

as always. decisions. opting

this Oath to Love I’m dedicating to Dragana Varadinac Rajka and Kaja

Monday 14^th January 2002

I’m terribly alone. it’s a dangerous living

Tuesday 22^nd January 2002

Kebra gave me his new CD

If I’m Not Good What Happens Then? on which I’m singing the Rose of Wandering

Wednesday 30^th January 2002

my guides – my loyalty – my marriage

great artists

great art

one man

friends

dedication

God

6^th February 2002

Nandhan and Branko came for a Neighbours’ Coffee

I want to be the most beautiful birth in the most beautiful world

17^th February 2002

I’m looking for allies for my poem

26^h February 2002

alone. that is the struggle with myself for which I opted in

my youth. it’s what young people from the sixties were calling drop out

13^th March 2002

one beautiful maybe new so far unknown to me feeling about respecting myself

15^th March 2002

wow – for a moment I don’t even exist from solitude

16^th March 2002

finished the book I am You are Him 3

19^th March 2002. the book I later called I Name

the most important is walking. you and Robert Walser

understood that the best – said Slobodan Tisma to me

a drawing of radiance of the Blue Rose which I created in the

Universe next to which is written this is my primary work

20^th March 2002

I signed the Thin Line to Violeta. a work worth 5700 DM

28^th March 2002

I’m not taking part in the census because

I don’t belong to this state and this human system

2^nd April 2002

I’m enjoying solitude and inactivity. that is an art of caressing

4^th April 2002

for ten days now I’m shaving my hair by my temples

it is dedicated to Indians and all disappeared nations

10^th April 2002

morning silence. being happy for the happiness of all beings

16^th April 2002

the most important is one man = all people

19^th April 2002

little sparrows are plucking the shoots of the geranium

in the evening I felt worthless. that’s why the most important is

to be constantly aware that life lives from my breathing and to joyfully breathe

21^st April 2002

poet of the universe

performer of the one and only body

artist of the soul

26^th April 2002

I’m walking barefooted. that is so important

29^th April 2002

this morning I saw a swallow for the first time

this year and I said to myself I am the harem of love

1^st May 2002

thank you God for the wonder and beauty of sex

with which you have bestowed me like joy of your being

3^rd May 2002

cosmic rose garden – consciousness.

temple of the soul – conscience. harem of love – joy

that is basically what I am. and what I am that’s what I do

13^th May 2002

my problems with others because of my shyness

and great strength therefore I can hardly blossom by

the people because nobody can receive the whole story

22^nd May 2002

this morning during the walk my school friend Mita Bajic told me

I admire you even though people consider you as a madman

Thursday 23^rd May 2002

I would love to read poetry to somebody

30^th May 2002

I would love to do: 1000 Times Thrown Balls to Unknown Girls and Boys

2^nd June 2002

when I get into you solitude will start singing

6^th June 2002

it would be nice to write about pussy like deity

cock and pussy like hidden God

7^th June 2002

I am very fragile. frail. I would flare up. quickly burn out. I don’t

have experience with people. and I’m also infinitely bored with their warriorship

19^th June 2002

at the moment I’m sensitive like a penis head. I’m ashamed

see you tomorrow as well in 2002

swallows are flying like the very joy. when I’m watching them I get excited

23^rd June 2002

ach – I am a citizen of the Universe

everything is changing only love doesn’t and stays the same – I said to Nandhan today

25^th June 2002

I found in the Rose of Wandering 2 wonderful Maximus the Confessor’s

sorrow is connected with resentment and if being reviled you are blessing

2^nd July 2002

Vera phoned me from Budapest and told me that she thought that if she died in

an airplane crash nobody would miss her. and then she thought Miroslav would miss me

10^th July 2002

I’m enjoying the fact that I have read all ten books of the Rose of Wandering for

ten days and saw that main event was creating the blue rose six days before the end

11^th July 2002

I feel more and more isolated. almost the only one outside of the system

17^th July 2002

I’m ashamed because I suffered so much for women that

I loved and that I missed. I would love that from today I suffer less

(for Dragana Varadinac) and to be more happy and only to love. God give

19^th July 2002

I bought blue velvet to make bracelets for sleeping

to be love in sleep as well. so that each heart beat is love

22^nd July 2002

while swimming I’m thinking and shaping books and ideas. I’m enjoying. that is

God which lives in me. which swims with me. which swims with my help in his Danube

29^th July 2002

beautiful feeling of confidence in my balls and cock for you my God – my woman

11^th August 2002

it’s heroically being alone

18^th August 2002

at 2:50pm I put an earring on my left ear. remembering today’s miracle of

God’s love. so that my woman is with me. because I’m the only son. the only son of God

22^nd August 2002

11:46am I feel good only when I love and when I wish good to the other

26^th August 2002

after fifteen days my confidence is back a bit. I’m glad that in all that

great pain, loss, emotional tornados I never lost values. I never betrayed

the cause. God. woman. myself. I am God woman art. in the evening I became

sad when I felt that nobody ever believed in me to the end. that gives me strength

6^th September 2002

crazy solitude

it’s simple. to a man who is for one man greater than all people together

one woman who is for one woman greater than all people together is coming. everything

depends only on one and only man. as for me everything depends on one woman

14^th September 2002

at 3:26pm I experienced something miraculous: God is alone because not even I

love him enough. then I started to cry and say: I love you, I love you, I love you God

at 4:18 I wrote down: God You are not alone any more, my life is Yours

16^th September 2002

morning greeting from seventeen year old neighbour girl from the fifth floor

this morning meant a lot. she smiled along with the greeting like a sixteen year old girl

I’m crying in order to live

17^th September 2002

completely alone. God art me. and you. I won’t be praying for Dragana, Violeta

Mina. I’m alone. everything is starting all over again. alone for you completely forever

in next eight days eight blue icons are coming

18^th September 2002

I’m sick and tired of people’s weaknesses. of falling in love. of relationships

of betrayals. sufferings. self-pities. lies. seductions. conquests. no! no! no!

19^th September 2002

I’m on my path which I started on 9^th August 1973

towards you, because it was already back then your path, dear God

24^th September 2002

a man is afraid to look at its own light – Bela Hamvas

I’m aware that without dedication of a woman to my work and my God I’m remaining

alone. thank you my cock, my mild innocence – towards the light within me, towards God

25^th September 2002

in the afternoon I was crying because I got sad recognising that I’m not

a good man and when at moments in a day I feel my innocence and purity as

well as goodness, I’m happy. I’m happy and my heart is filled with joy. God give

26^th September 2002

miraculous sufferings which are very painful and so liberating

I was talking about my sin because I was working more than I loved

27^th September 2002

100% into 101 % is art

29^th September 2002

I’m ashamed because I’m alone. delightful experience when I watched people in

the street and all of them were beautiful. only to watch and love them. how delightful is

that you can’t do anything so that somebody loves you. what a powerlessness is that! it’s

even more delightful that I have freedom to love or not love. of course, to love, to love

unconditionally. guilelessly. not even to know that I love. God give

7^th October 2002

to do everything to love. to be lover – and to forget that. to love and not

even to know that I love. I’m ashamed that I’m alone. I should be gentle like a girl

8^th October 2002

a beautiful feeling that forty eight days after 20^th August 2002 in my hellishness

were the clearest days of my life – a period of love. that is the work of God, Dragana

and me. a poem of love which is not dying. magic which is pouring. Violetamo called

12^th October 2002

before midnight magical love making. every love making is dedicated to God

17^th November 2002

God give that when it’s time for me to die to die with joy as a gift to You

1^st December 2002

oh – a wonderful idea. 24 readings of poetry on each 1^st and 15^th of a month

a temple of poetry. poetry of a temple for monks and nuns of poetry. thank God

22^nd December 2002

I’ve cleaned Zuza’s and Zoltan’s miry shoes. that made me

joyful. remembering Kaja who was doing that for guests. remembering

a girl form the seaside who cleaned my shoes on the First Walking for Poetry

29^th December 2002

first I called Alexander my Tisma. he is sick. I was getting worse and worse each

minute – he told me. he smiled few times during the conversation. live wonderful man

30^th December 2002

and

then

I Am William Carlos Williams

reading of William Carlos Williams’ poetry in the Monastery of Time on 1^st January 2003 at 12am

I Am Samuel Beckett

reading of Samuel Becket’s poetry in the Monastery of Time on 15^th January 2003 at 1am

I Am Jorge Luis Borges

reading of Jorge Luis Borges’ poetry in the Monastery of Time on 1^st February at 2am

I Am Petar Miloradović

reading of Petar Miloradovic’s poetry in the Monastery of Time on 15^th February at 3am

tonight Aleksandar Tisma died

said Zilnik about Aleksandar Tisma to me over the phone ten years ago

whenever I was going to see Aleksandar

I was so happy as if I was going to see a girlfriend

we were formal in addressing each other

sometimes we would be so carried away with walking

and conversation that our shoulders would stick to each other

I’m walking over the bridge

dusk and fog are setting in together over the river and city

I’m tenderly thinking about Aleksandar

he would be eighty nine today

I gathered around fifty true stories about Aleksandar

short

sharp

Aleksandar’s koans

we were often walking by the Danube

I’m thinking while crossing the river Sava

he loved to swim

breath

write

after tenth year of the Rose of Wandering from 1991 to 2001

the work What Was Ten Year Ago is carrying on from 2002 until 2022

I love ten year works

ten year roads

ten year circles

I put my hood on

I’m enjoying even more

I’m gliding through the air over the river

I stopped to breathe in the beauty

river disappears upstream in the fog

one ship is slowly sailing

cars are rushing and easily as well as quickly are crossing the river

I’m happy that I never had a car

Aleksandar also never had a car and couldn’t drive

lordship on the bridge is the bridge which is connecting lordship of all beings

seagulls are flying over me

I’m flying

I’m gently going down the bridge

slowness is very arousing

may each word of mine be within You God

may each word of mine be Yours God

living

words

are

god

i’m

living

living

words

i’m

a

living

god

living

words

living

god

living

poem

lives

living

words

live

god

living

poem

sings

through living poem I’m also alive

i’m

not

a

man

i’m

only

a

poem

i’m

not

a

superman

i’m

only

god

understanding God constantly changes

God’s love and love for God never changes

god

created

my

i

as

well

so

that

i

could

also

be

god

to

god

nobody ever believed so easily that God is like God

nobody ever believes so easily each moment that God is like God

living means believing – that is my faith

Marcel Duchamp

air is here today as well

loyal air

supple and mild air

poem of the air

suppleness is the only loyalty

poem is cock

loyalty is only supple one

pussy poetry

loyalty and suppleness are one

I’ve betrayed everything so that I wouldn’t betray God You all beings and poem

through God You all beings and poem I’m always loyal to everyone forever

today as well I will take photo of my face

the face of walking

Bud of Walking

I’m enjoying the moss next to the concrete wall

i’m

every

day

enjoying

the

poem

of

a

day

I was walking slowly around the lake and writing poems about fucking

divine fucking

fucking is the innocence of the rejected ones

I wrote 33 divine poems about fucking

it’s indescribably captivating

captivatingly indescribable

fuck

me

fuck

me

fucking

my

only

singing

this morning when I wanted to write in from the

voice recorder yesterday’s 33 poems about fucking I wrote only

oh I deleted all yesterday’s poems about fucking

I thought to myself that it is their destiny

and then I calmly wrote again 33 divine poems about fucking

yes

fucking is innocence of the rejected ones

nothing more innocent than fucking and nobody more rejected than the innocent ones

like any other human being I was born through fucking

and

I was born within the system

I was raised within the system

I rebelled against the system through art

I got out of the system

I lived and created outside of the system

I created much greater system. one and only

system within which is the system from which I got out

one and only system of all beings

I call it a fairy-tale

I live the fairy-tale

in the fairy-tale

mother fairy-tale

everybody would love to live in a fairy-tale but not to live the fairy-tale

they love fairy-tale but they are running away from the fairy-tale into the system

they are rejecting the fairy-tale because of the safety in the system

fairy-tale is rejected and that’s why fucking is the innocence of the rejected ones

system is reality

safe haven

reality is the name for personal interest and it rules this civilisation

civilisation is a surrogate of the fairy-tale

reality is lost virginity

reality is betrayal

realities are replacing one another

fairy-tales are confirming one another

fairy-tale-love always in me for everybody

fair-tale-love forever in the other for me

fairy-tale is always innocent fucking

I don’t have a wife – You are my wife

I don’t have a companion – You are my companion

I don’t have a supporter – You are my supporter

I don’t have a skin colour – You are my skin colour

I don’t have a species I belong to – You are my species I belong to

I don’t have a church – You are my church

I don’t have a family – You are my family

I don’t have a nation – You are my nation

I don’t have a state – You are my state

I don’t have a house – You are my house

I don’t have a pool – You are my pool

I don’t have a garden – You are my garden

I don’t have property – You are my property

I don’t have health insurance – You are my health insurance

I don’t have social security – You are my social security

I don’t have years of service – You are my years of service

I don’t have a salary – You are my salary

I don’t have savings – You are my savings

I don’t have a bank account – You are my bank account

I don’t have money – You are my money

I don’t have working hours – You are my working hours

I don’t have a studio – You are my studio

I don’t have a publisher – You are my publisher

I don’t have a museum – You are my museum

I don’t have a library – You are my library

I don’t have a biographer – You are my biographer

I don’t have a bicycle – You are my bicycle

I don’t have a car – You are my car

I don’t have a plane – you are my plane

I don’t have weapons – You are my love

I don’t have tools – You are my instruments

I don’t have an estate – You are my property

I don’t have a property – You are my being

i am god

everything that i’m singin you

i’m singing about myself

god

today’s thirty third poem i am god

on the first of June will be seven years from the

defeat and brake up with Kaja Cirilovic on the 1^st June 2006

seven years of famine were following

seven years of defeat

loneliness

of the miraculous miracle

of the miracle of all beings

of the miracles of porn sites

of the loyalty to the miracle on the loyal site miroslavmandic.name

the miracle of the Bud which is budding within me

I’m hugging you all my defeats you have saved me from reality

you are the humus of the Bud of Fairy-Tale

wet snow is falling

I’m going down the Boulevard from Cvetko’s Market

my stomach and my chests are not hurting

me like yesterday and the day before so I feel nice

I don’t know how will it be after the first of June

as far as I’m concerned I would love if it remains the same like all

these years from 9^th August 1973 when I got out of jail and went towards the sky

I was a runaway child

during these forty years I was a heavenly boy

from the first of June I’m heavenly young man

young man of fairy-tale

Miroslav Mandic Fairy-Tale

it is all one singing

one being

through god

to god

god

that

miraculous

through god

to god

god

that’s that grass

through god

to god

god

that’s that robin

through god

to god

god

that’s that uniqueness of repetition

through god

to god

god

that’s that unpredictable consistency

through god

to god

god

that’s that glass

through god

to god

god

that’s that I

through god

to god

god

that’s that oh

through god

to god

god

that’s that m

through god

to god

god

that’s that ohm

through god

to god

god

who are You

is the first question in the work

24 Days 24 Questions 24 Answers

every day I will ask the same question Violeta Jovanovic

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson and Mirjana Lukic and they will

answer and send their answer to me and to each other

I wrote there these blessings twenty four days ago

every morning I was asking Violeta Jovanovic

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson and Mirjana Lukic a question and they

were answering and sending the answer next morning to each other and to me

what do you Violeta think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with you from the 1^st of June?

what do you Violeta think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with Ivana and Mirjana from the 1^st of June?

what do you Ivana think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with you from the 1^st of June?

what do you Ivana think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with Mirjana and Violeta from the 1^st of June?

what do you Mirjana think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with you from the 1^st of June?

what do you Mirjana think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with Violeta and Ivana from the 1^st of June?

was the last question in the work

24 Days 24 Questions 24 Answers

which I sent this morning

I don’t know if Violeta Ivana Mirjana will change

I don’t know if I will break up with the work and socialising with them

love will never break up because love never breaks up

after

24 Days 24 Questions 24 Answers

I believe know and certify that

Violeta will be a better person

Ivana will be a better person

Mirjana will be a better person

my liver is rejoicing

my stomach is rejoicing

the heart in my chests is rejoicing

chests of mine are rejoicing

everybody in my stomach are rejoicing

blood in my body is rejoicing

blood vessels and capillaries in my body are rejoicing

every cell in my body is rejoicing

my cry is rejoicing

my worry is rejoicing

my weakness is rejoicing

my pains are rejoicing

my unreasonableness is rejoicing

my joy is rejoicing

my joy be a joy to every being

my joy rejoice through health

my joy rejoice through freedom

my joy rejoice through haulage

my joy rejoice through shivers

my joy rejoice through surrendering

my joy rejoice through shimmering

my joy rejoice through God

through god

to god

god

only

joy