Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

while thinking of what to write about I caught a sight of the coffee cup

it’s beauty and traces on it made me feel tender

two drops of coffee have stopped in the middle of the cup

they remained there as an omen and testimony

they are a monument to the morning coffee drinking

two drops of coffee on the whiteness of the espresso cup

stopped for me to notice and sing them

I’m singing You beauty which is in everything

I love You my gentle friend

I love-kiss You dear Girl

the colour of coffee is beautiful

the tone colour of Mississippi John Hurt’s voice is

it’s miraculous how every trace is alive

a person

kiss of the lips of life

life is the trace of God’s lips

everything I look at is alive

it love-kisses

it yearns to be love-kissed

kisses are crumbs of the very life

I drank another coffee

the trace is even bigger

two drops got darker

there are more bread crumbs on the plate

sex never languishes

goodness never gives up

beauty never betrays

presence

presence is obvious

Your presence is the most obvious

beauty never betrays

goodness never gives up

sex never languishes

with the words I’m off to work which a young man

said to somebody over the phone I’m also beginning my work

the work of writing

the work of all works

I am the work of works

I’m working writing

for the sake of writing I’m working writing

while speaking the words I’m writing I hear the words I’m writing

I’m walking

while writing the words I’m writing I see the words I’m writing

I’m sitting at the computer

the words I see always lead me further down the road

with love

of love

I am a horse of love

nostrils of trembling

horse work

kiss me

embrace me

engross me

enhance

my

blood

mare

Girl

You

all-absorbing

absorbing all

on the road

in the embrace

we are breathing each other

we are writing each other

we are caressing each other

in the embrace on the road

camomile smells fine

lavender smells fine

we are working smells

I am the horse of writing – galloping

u to u u is

to the beginning beginning is beginning

God to God God is

to creation creation is creation

sky to sky sky is

i to i i is

to earth earth is earth

to good good is good

to beautiful beautiful is beautiful

to sweet apricot sweet apricot is sweet apricot

to paradise paradise is paradise

to by itself by itself is by itself

to miracle of language miracle of language is miracle of language

to whole whole is whole

to insouciance insouciance is insouciance

to unreasonableness unreasonableness is unreasonableness

to solitude solitude is solitude

to irretrievably repetitious irretrievably repetitious is irretrievably repetitious

to repetitiously irretrievable repetitiously irretrievable is repetitiously irretrievable

to indescribably beautiful and never yet happened

indescribably beautiful and never yet happened

is

indescribably beautiful and never yet happened

to everything that I could ever wished for

everything that I could ever wished for

is

everything that I could ever wished for

to I I is I

to I-Am I-Am is I-Am

to names names are names

to The Name Of The One Who Names Is Naming

The Name Of The One Who Names Is Naming

is

The Name Of The One Who Names Is Naming

to the radiant beauty radiant beauty is radiant beauty

to the one one is one

to cock cock is cock

to pussy pussy is pussy

to cock pussy is cock

to pussy cock is pussy

to cock pussy is pussy

to pussy cock is cock

I’m going towards you blessings

I’m unbuttoning my shirt

cool air is cooling off my chests

with my solitude I’m love-kissing Nietzsche’s solitude

I’m walking around the lake. it’s full of swimmers. I’m

thinking of Nietzsche. I feel Nietzsche more that all these people

silence in the woods

sounds of my steps are exciting me

the third wave of tropical heath of this summer is beginning

maybe I will swim next week

I came back from the lake

I walked half of today’s norm

I started taking photos of dusty roads

the very gentleness

I dim the light by shutting plastic venetian blinds on all three

windows and on the balcony doors which makes it bearable in the room

I love small things and facts through which one lives and works

the leftovers of a soap which I stick to the new one

all things which I’m holding on their place so that I don’t have to search them

indescribable pleasure of reading autobiographies and documented biographies

I belong to all beings

it’s open for everything and everyone to know all about me

since I was a boy I’m scratching my balls once or twice a day

the skin wrinkles and it gives me

great pleasure and relief to rub and air it

like any other animal I enjoy scratching myself

scratching living

scratching philosophising

intimacy is giving

intimacy is public

sublimeness

sublime is consisted of all intimacy as well

sanctity is consisted of everything present

sublime is celebrated with intimate

sanctity bows to present

to the rose of a summer afternoon in which Miroslav Mandic recognised

the whirlpool of being revelation and creation in the midst of its budding

an ant has appeared on my drawing desk. it climbed on the

scotch tape. I blew it away from the scotch tape over the balcony

now I feel bad because of that

I didn’t want to hurt it. it had little wings. I hope it flew

lately I’ve been noticing ants a lot more when walking

yesterday evening I got outside in order to

calm down after the great excitement with Nietzsche

Nietzsche has stimulated me to enjoy Miroslav Mandic

I set on the bench and I watched ants

I felt that the evolution of man is in understanding lower beings

revealing their Godly mission

praise to the ant I blew away a moment ago

Nietzsche

ant

I

we are one

for believe me: the secret for harvesting from existence

the greatest fruitfulness and greatest enjoyment is – to live dangerously

Nietzsche

getting out of his apartment in the morning of January 3, 1889, Nietzsche

saw a coach driver beating his horse at the coach station on Piazza Carlos Alberto.

he ran across the square and he threw his arms around the animal’s neck…

Hollingdale

I love You ant

I love You Nietzsche

last night I started to read the Life of Emanuel Swedenborg

I love You Swedenborg

everyone’s life is a miracle

a film

a novel

a fairy-tale

a poem

exhilarate me

knock me out

a horse which Nietzsche embraced and went crazy

embracing an ant

God

You

oneself

it’s the same

God is telling me that I am God

through you I am God as well

says God to me

I am God because You are God

I say to God

I am God because we are one God

God

God – a poem of poem

God – a bud of bud

God – first swimming of this year

i am god

boys are chasing each other

before the rain

today’s poem i am god

yesterday evening I swam once more

water was soft like Mississippi John Hurt’s voice who I’m listening to at the moment

towards the end I didn’t feel like getting out of the water

I was in the state of love

sky

water

body within them

them in the water

everything was God

eternal youth

the very God

there’s nothing more beautiful to God than when I’m God

open night

naked body

lightings

p

o

e

m

clitoris

glans

clitoris and glans

they are one

freedom

truth

love

same

they

are

clitoris

glans

nerves of all-love

one and only love

love of boys who are chasing each other before the rain

eternal transformation

transformation of eternity

since tonight till the end of September I will be putting blessings on the web-site around nine in the evening

of water into water

of God into God

of clitoris into Clitoris

of glans into Glans

Clitoris and Glans

together

on

the

road

they

are

I love

with my close ones I’ve experienced moments of agreeing and unifying

shared disappearance

mystical permeation

affirmation of God’s presence

unfortunately all those relationships have ended in my defeats

it hurts me

alone

path

I don’t trust my close ones anymore

I trust You even more

unprotected

alone

naked

with no skin

it’s painful and dangerous to be unprotected

only unprotectedness is protecting God

god

my

poem

poem

my

god

grace

I’m my own woman

I’m guarding You poem

I’m nourishing You God

unprotectedness my fuckable fragility

fuckable to the point of disappearing I’m singing You beauty of the world

fuckable to the point of divination I’m singing You goodness of beings

stones are singing

sounds are fucking

dust on the road

You’re watching me

You’re flying in with Your lips

birds high in the sky

horizon is tingling with purple music