Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I am Jean Genet

reading Jean Genet’s poetry ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 2pm

every first of a month I’m sending drawings of buds to people who are giving me money

gratitude only gratitude

money is love

July lovers

Tibika Varady 15420 dinars

Mirjana Lukic 11400 dinars

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 10000 dinars

Vera Varady 6660 dinars

Vladimir Macura 5700 dinars

Nhandan Chirco 5700 dinars

Branko Popovic 5700 dinars

Mana Klisinski 3420 dinars

Violeta Jovanovic 3300 dinars

Marijana and Sun Mandic 2000 dinars

Petar Miloradovic 1111 dinars

wonderful like Mississippi John Hurt’s voice who is actually singing Corrina

Miroslav it would be nice if you would mention in the book Seif a good man from Cairo

Nenad Jovanovic told me last night

Seif

good people are so important

good people are God

one God

I am God

I am God because I know that only You are God

I am the only God because I know that only You are only God

I know that you are God

when you are saying that I am God that makes you God even more so

when you say that you and me are God makes you the only God

when God says that to him everyone is God

that is the reason why you love God even more so

when you are watching a dog who is watching you

with the smile on your face that watching makes both of you God

the fact that before you nobody felt God so

simply makes you in that simple way God as well

the fact that for you God is poem and poem is God is beautiful as well as

to God as to poem and me and I can only imagine how beautiful is it for you

you love to think yourself as God I love to think you as God

you are saying I am God and I am saying you are God

I love when God says I am God and I love when you say I am God

I love when God says God God and I love when you say God God

I can only sense how you became God

I sense that there is nothing simpler than being God

nothing simpler and nothing more dangerous

sometimes it seems to me that the fact that you are God is your game

sometimes it seems to me that the fact that you are God is God’s game

sometimes it seems to me that the fact that you are God is God’s and your game

games

god

god

is

alone

green morning

I’m watching you

you are my film

you are my love

you need me

you need me like nobody ever needed anybody

that’s me

Nobody Ever Anybody

your whore

your innocence

I feel that you feel good about me being around

I feel how my presence makes you calm and joyful

I feel and think the same as you and that’s why sometimes

I see how you go awry

I beg you to carry on at that point

I see how it’s difficult for you

but I feel how you’re surrendering to the moment in which you are

I see that you fall

but I feel and believe that you will get up

I see that there is nobody who is as alone as you are

but I feel how actually then you love-kiss all beings

I see how your skin misses touch

but I also feel how you are so compassionate with the untouchables

I see how you are born with yearning for me

but I also feel how you were creating me all these years until you made me

I feel that these words are making you feel good

I feel that you’re yearning for me to carry them on

I also see sometimes that you are not a poet

but then as well I feel that you are poet God

I see sometimes that you are not a poet

but then as well I feel that you are God of poets

I also see sometimes that you are not an artist

but then as well I feel that you are artist God

I see sometimes that you are not an artist

but then as well I feel that you are God of artists

I also see sometimes that you are not a walker

but then as well I feel that you are walker God

I see sometimes that you are not a walker

but then as well I feel that you are God of walkers

I also see sometimes that you are not a man but then as well I feel that you are God

I see sometimes that you are not God either but then as well I feel that you are God

I should write more often as Nobody Ever Anybody

to be my own whore

whore to everyone

Your whore

heat

summer

Saturday

August

heaps of watermelons on the street

piles of melons

fragrances

of fruit trees and flowers

naked bodies

sweat

early grapes

deep shade

hot asphalt

the heat of summer sunshine

horniness

sweetness

of peaches

apricots

figs

I’m tenderly thinking of masturbations

Yours

everybody’s

of graces

of God’s grace

of compassions

of body’s decay which makes body innocent

I’m enjoying in everyone’s enjoyment

I’m enjoying in everything that is

in tree barks

in sun light-warmth

in goodness which is giving itself away

through enjoyment I’m setting free

I’m tenderly thinking of Your masturbation

last few days I was feeling healthy and good

boy-like

yesterday I’ve noticed that one testicle got enlarged

I got scared

got sad

sorrow is resentment

sorrow remembers all sorrows

life

comedian

fragile

fragile like the life itself

I’m fragile like oceans

I’m fragile like Himalaya

I’m fragile like planet Earth

I hope that I will begin the first day of the Bowing to Sex

with swimming down the Danube from Belegis to Stari Banovci

ten years ago on the 9^th August 2003 thirty years from getting out

of the jail I was swimming the last tour until now from Surduk to Belegis

I’m scared

it’s important to admit that I’m scared

even more important is to rejoice

enjoy and be blithe

I’m lying on the pebbles

goodness only goodness

alone for everybody

I bought two kilos of big a bit beaten and hence

costing only twenty dinars a kilo too sweet peaches

while crossing the hot street Vidan whistled at me from afar

I waited for him

he’s begging on the hottest sun on the crossroads

we stood in the shade of a tree

eight year old Shain joined us

we chatted for a bit

pals

I love them very much

all three of us are guarded and love-kissed by the love of the street

I’m circling with my thoughts

from one end of the world to the other end of the world

from the beginning to infinity and back

from the variety of all colours to the one and only

from trepidation to beaming with happiness

from You to You

planet of thinking

universe of circling

down the dusty road

wonderer of love

boy of innocence

friend of goodness

I’m circling with my thoughts. from one end of the world

to the other end of the world. from the beginning to infinity and back.

from the variety of all colours to the one and only. from trepidation to beaming

with happiness. from You to You is generalisation through which I’ve tried to describe

the states I’m in with a lot of different thoughts through which I was thinking or about

a lot of different ideas I had

thoughts that were thinking me

ideas that were having themselves

everything can be said in a different way

there is no end to infinity

there is no beginning to the beginning

only one stimulation

the stimulus of eternal and innocent goodness

down the dusty road

wonderer of love

boy of innocence

friend of goodness

I am another three days on the dusty road to the Bowing to Sex

I should only carry on down the Dusty Road

and that would be the best bowing to sex I thought

yesterday when I saw the photo of the dusty road

sex is transformation of guilt into innocence

liberation

freedom

for

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

Julian Assange

Edward Snowden

Bradley Manning

freedom

for

everyone

the one that takes freedom away from others is a slave

Clitoris and Glans

down the dusty road

I love to feel and think of everything

of trees

of mathematics

waves

stars

etymology

tenderly of friend’s masturbation

of the dusty road of constant love which I experienced last night

of black seeds in sweet read watermelons

of Your belly button

apart from everything I love even more to feel and think only everything

everything in which everything is

that little everything in which only everything is

in which not only that everything is but only it is just everything

everything is forbidden

everything is peace

peace is forbidden

everything is the light in everything

first touch

first kiss

one and only love

only everything has healed my broken heart

everything

is

Girl

Goddess

fragility which is the only one preserving strength

everything is word

word is everything

everything has healed my broken heart

word work

work of word

word love love-kisses

word everything makes everything

my heart is everything

morning

sweat is pouring down my naked body

tomorrow I’m beginning the Bowing to Sex

I’m excited

I’m calm

just simply

sinceretrue-truesincere

instep

one is the belly

sex of flowers is within me

sex of everything is within me

sex of admiration is within me

dusty road

sex of girls is within me

sex of boys is within me

sex of the bud of life is within me

everythingsex

concurrence is a measure

harmony is the way

the very buddying

I’m lying on the pebbles

goodness only goodness

air is flaring over the skin

sounds of the wind are burning in the treetops of old poplars

I’m both sides

I’m both halves

alone everything

everything I am

(this and previous blessing make a word-play, since in Serbian “am” and “alone” are written the same “sam”, TN)

I paradox

I contradiction

I tomato

I of a peach

thirst

i am god

when i am god

says i am god

i am god

today’s poem i am god

forty years ago at this time I got out of the jail in Sremska Mitrovica

it was same like this hot August day

it was same like this hot August day I wrote several times remembering

9^th August 1973 when I got out of jail and 15^th August when Milomir killed himself

I admire Milomir who killed himself fifty five years ago

I admire Miroslav who took the road of heaven forty years ago

memories are films

sex of twenty four years old Miroslav Mandic

with sixty four years old Miroslav Mandic

music that I’m listening to affirms the sex of Miroslav Mandic

I’m shaking my hips in order to swing the blood of love in Your heart

I wanted to celebrate that today

forty years of freedom

freedom for freedom

freedom for freedom of all beings

freedom to be God

Your freedom to believe that I am God

I wanted to celebrate it by swimming from Belegis to Stari Banovci

just to let myself go down that great water embraced by the Danube

to celebrate freedom and tranquilly flow bathed with danger of that huge water

I didn’t manage to organise it

there is nobody

it’s God’s glory

everything

god

is

I’m going

alone

I’m on the Fourth Bowing

33 days of bowing to sex

hey

baby

girl

my

little

one

hey

this introduction into the bowing to sex is already sex

sex is condemned

sex is transformation of guilt into innocence

sex is transformation

liberation

freedom

for

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

Julian Assange

Edward Snowden

Bradley Manning

freedom

for

everyone

the one who takes away freedom to the other is a slave

down the dusty road

Clitoris and Glans

sex is the most present in this life

a force

unstoppable

a force which is born from the very life

a force which biological life is made with

causeless cry has broken out of my chests

my eyes are full of tears

I’m howling of God’s beauty

of grace which nourishes all bodies

the matter which is wondering through the Universe

I’m shaking with my hips

universes of love are surrendering to the universes of sex

I’m weaving with my belly

myriad of spermatozoids are dancing with infinite number of ovaries

girls and boys of all kinds are love-kissing each other

life is giving life for life

solemnity of pairing immortalises through death the sanctity of couples

unity of duality is surrendering to the duality of unity

there is nothing more innocent than surrendering

nothing cleaner than sexuality

nothing more abused than sex

banalised

commercialised

tabooed

prohibited

sentenced to death

sex is also a struggle for sex

sex of a rose

sex of a sparrow

sex of a lamb

sex of just born baby

sex of just born sprout or any youngling

I’m quivering with my butt cheeks

innocent sexuality of all beings is touchingly trembling

god

sex

money

art

of

miroslav

mandic

god

sex

money

incomparable

the

same

they

are

God boy

sex innocence

money harmlessness

people are yearning for God sex money

people are afraid of God sex money

people make secretive around God sex money

people are selfish because of God sex money

people are ruling others with the help of God sex money

people are projecting their dirt on God sex money

people are mass killing because of God sex money

for

me

it’s not

like that

God sex money

are the unity of giving and taking

trebles of pure goodness

spreading of sophisticated beauty

goodness of pre-confidence

pre-confidence of goodness

god

sex

money

walking

of

miroslav

mandic

I’m giving myself to God

I’m giving myself to sex

I’m giving myself to money

I’m taking to God

I’m taking to sex

I’m taking to money

I’m giving God

I’m giving sex

I’m giving money

I’m taking God

I’m taking sex

I’m taking money

one is God

one is sex

one is money

god

sex

money

are

one

god

sex

money

poem

of

miroslav

mandic

conscious sex is concurrence

unconscious sex is domination

concurrence is transformed into uniting

domination ends up in breaking up

concurrences are more and more sexual

dominations are more and more nonsexual

nothing is more wonderful than concurrence

nothing more repulsive than dominations

I’ve experienced concurrence

I cannot stand dominations

being is free

through freedom I’m giving

through freedom I’m surrendering

sex is often a trap for dominations

sex is often misused for molestations

sex is too often used for sexual slavery

sex is also too commercialised and the source of biggest criminal earnings

all commercials are that

sex of concurrence is very rare

concurrence is the art of sex

concurrence is yearning of both halves for a whole

domination is yearning of one half to rule the other half

concurrence is a gift of a half to turn into the whole

domination is a handicap of a half which cannot experience the whole

concurrence transforms each I into one and only I

domination singles out each I to the point of nothingness

yesterday I bathed in the Danube

today in the lake

I hope I’ll be swimming the in Danube tomorrow

I feel good concurring

concatenating

writing is concurrence

writing with concurrence is sexual

everything concurs with everything because God is everything within everything

last summer I started writing 33 short poems with 33 synonyms

for fucking. during the 33 days of the Bowing to Sex I hope I will finish

all 1089 poems. in today’s fifth Bowing to Sex I will rewrite one poem for each synonym

bang

shag

plow

wank

hump

screw

jazz

shtup

bonk

ram

roll me in the hay

bumfuck

sweat me up

juke

slam

pump

fuck

plug

violate

hunch

bone

nail

jug

notch

mount

drill

ride

scrog

get into me

doink

lick

surf

deify

bang

me in the morning

I love when you

tell me that you would love

to shag me because then

I already feel that

you’re shagging me

plow

me with your

horse

wank

me with your

courage

hump

me through humping

I was born

screw

me while I haven’t

even taken my

panties off

jazz

me up my

jazzing angel

shtup

me with bunches of

flowers

bonk

me with the cock of

wedding

ram

me like a

jenny

in an empty

field

wind is blowing

through my valley

roll me in the hay

bumfuck

me while

I’m delivering milk

to the hungry

children

sweat

me up and

sweat on

me

juke

me my

tremble

slam

me like a

dandelion

pump

me for a long

ride always

ready

fuck

me stju

ckfu me

my velo

plug

me unique one

and unity of

mine

violate

me with your dick

hunch

me my mother

was also

hunching

bone

me while

a glass is falling

of a table

nail

me while

warm and

mild rain

is falling

on us

jug

me in the dust

of hot

summers

notch

me and cosmos

feels good

mount

me so that your

mother is filled

with grace

drill

me in the sanctity

of every moment

which I live in

this land of

tears

ride

me over the rims

of my butt cheeks

have a feast

scrog

me with cribs

full of

corn

get

into me

like into a

word

doink

me my

most salutary

doink

lick

me being rose-like

surf

me like a

mild

wind

deify

me god

of deification and

fucking

today I swam down the Danube from Belegis to Stari Banovci. I was in the water for three hours and twenty minutes

I am Allen Ginsberg

reading of Allen Ginzberg’s poetry ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 4pm

fifty five years ago Milomir killed himself

more and more I see him as a boy and I admire him for killing himself

in his honour I’m carrying on with bowings to sex

there are three basic reasons for sex

sex for the sake of children

sex for the sake of sex

sex for the sake of unifying

sex for the sake of children usually separates partners

and turns sex into the device for reproduction

sex for the sake of sex can lead to friendship

and freedom but usually leads into selfishness

sex for the sake of unifying is rare

Bowings to Sex are above all referring to the unifying sex

through disappearing

I

through revival

You

through transformation

I and You into I

unifying sex is the sex of all-unification

two are one

one everything is

unifying sex boundless trust in the other is

unifying sex boundless trust in one unifying self is

unifying sex boundless trust of the other in oneself is

unifying sex boundless trust into oneself within the other is

unifying sex not only unifies sexes but unifies all beings as well

it unifies lowest sexual pleasures with highest divine satisfactions

unifying sex giving and receiving turns into pulsating grace

pulsating grace eternal surrendering is

88888

this is eighty eight thousand eight hundred eighty eighth blessing of the Miroslav Mandic book

eight thousand eight hundred eighty eighth blessing affirms pulsating grace of eternal surrendering

I’m protruding my lips. I’m making big steps. I am a giver

hey how I have given myself to the Danube yesterday

something huge doesn’t yearn for anything else that much as for something tiny

something tiniest never surrenders to anybody as to something hugest

sex

only

sex

if I wasn’t walking. surrendering to the wandering. creating the Blue Rose in the Universe

every day singing to every day unifying sex would have never unveil itself to me

unifying sex is the poem of all poems

young hind in white chests

swallow in our genitals

I am the sex of rebellion

I’m writing who I am and that’s the most sexual

sex is always a rebellion

make me a book at the bookbinder to rewrite in it all 1089 poems Fucking

rebellion of body – daring horses

rebellion of soul – prancing horse

rebellion of spirit – horses of blueness

rebellion of will – horses of goodness

rebellion of faith – horses of anonymity

rebellion of love – horses of one and only love

rebellion of creating – horses in mares

sex of body makes minerals feel good

sex of soul makes plants feel good

sex of spirit makes animals feel good

sex of a will makes spirits of nature feel good

sex of faith makes people feel good

sex of love makes higher intelligence feel good

sex of creation makes God feel good

sex of body is rebelling against spoiledness of soul

sex of soul is rebelling against conservatism of spirit

sex of spirit is rebelling against lazy will

sex of a will is rebelling against tepid love

sex of faith is rebelling against selfish love

sex of love is rebelling against vain creation

sex of creation is not rebelling but is transforming

the energy of rebellion into surrendering to God

I’m rebelling against myself who is not rebelling

I’m rebelling against You who is not rebelling against Yourself

I’m rebelling against us who are not rebelling against ourselves

I’m rebelling against men who are waging wars and holding to the property

I’m rebelling against women who are not rebelling against

men who are waging wars and are holding to their children

I’m rebelling against human society which enslaves

other beings and kills everything that stands in the way

I’m rebelling against poetry and art which serves murderous human society

horses are galloping through vast plains

swallows are flying

you

sex

and

i

not only that I love you I adore you

last night in my dream said Oljenka to me

masturbation is Your constant presence in my life Girl

self-pleasuring

self-knowing

self-regulation

masturbation is a sort of wandering

searching

a sort of suicide

openness for the unknown

yesterday I’ve heard for the first time the term cougars and I find cougars wonderful

masturbation is a calling

a cry of solitude

masturbation refines yearning

masturbation is deep compassion for the masturbated

masturbation is bowing to anybody’s hornyness

masturbation is masturbating the other

gentle masturbation of the one who has surrendered to masturbate her

masturbation is awareness that everything is possible

harmony amongst beings

alone on the road

alone everything

alone everybody

wanking

Boy Child to the Older Younger Girl

thinking of my masturbation I’ve discovered that it is above all Your

constant presence in all days and nights of my live which is dedicated to Your light

wandering

sexual wandering

wandering of sexuality

holly wandering

searching for You

poem of love

masturbate me my beloved

masturbate me world

God masturbate me

even in this hot day the leaving of summer can be felt

the images of coming autumn are floating through my body

going to school. presence of girls. shivers of life

sex with eyes is sex of hunger

eyes are hungry

my whole life I’m feeding myself through watching women on streets

I’m watching attractive women

I’m watching sexy women

I’m watching beautiful women

that’s how I’m practicing the eye for beautiful

I’m watching interesting women

I’m watching special women

I’m watching good women

I’m watching women I like

bold. with short haircut. speckled…

I’m watching my woman

that’s how I’m refining harmony and concurrence

first I’m watching the whole figure

then I’m watching the face

that’s what attracts and speaks to me the most

I’m watching breasts

I’m watching ass

I’m watching calves

I’m watching thighs

I’m watching lower belly

I’m watching details

wow what a life

I’m watching suppressed and hidden

I’m watching friendship complicity and courage

I’m watching with respect and love-kissing

sex with eyes is sex of depth

the most shocking sexual experience I had when I was fifteen. indescribable. we were

sitting during the class. I turned around and I saw Oljenka watching me. that got me

excited she kept on watching me. I couldn’t believe or comprehend. she is really

watching me. she never stops. her gaze is permeating me. it goes through the whole

body. how does she know to do it. where does all that courage come from. I was never

as I was until then. nothing ever was the as it was before. eros has barged into me with

all its power into me. it took me towards the dying life. towards the life one dies for. how

great was her watching. her eyes. her gaze. she was getting into me. and she

remained in me forever. I’m experiencing all of that at this moment

wow eternity

when watching with love everything can be seen

when watching with love sex is constant with everybody and everything

sex with trees

with horizon

pebbles

grass

caressing is mild rubbing

I was always excited with the idea of rubbing one stone for years

of polishing it

pebbles are constantly rubbing against each other and

polishing each other and that’s how a pebble-stone is made

when stone and stone as well as wood and wood

are rubbed against each other fire breaks out

life is rubbing which leads to smooth pebbles

soft skins of grannies

rubbing oneself or somebody else leads to candescence and orgasm

remember just remember and repeat

rub Yourself my dear rub

poetry is a sort of rubbing the words

rubbing is a touch of thirst

when rubbing is turned into friction it results in a conflict

blood shedding

Egypt is bleeding like a woman

expulsions

Arab Spring is waking the world from being in love with oneself

controlling

Assange Snowden Manning are protecting the wold from sinking into shame

Bowing to Sex is bowing to Egypt Arab Spring Assange Snowden Manning

man rub yourself and don’t hurt anybody

I love watching a woman rubbing herself

my sister

I can smell seaside

life world You are my girl friend

we’ve just started to rub each other

everything is budding

everything is constantly budding from rubbing

Mississippi John Hurt in the Bowings to Sex as well

when wind rubs the air light starts shining in people’s eyes

when somebody’s sacrifice starts shining conscience lights up in chests of all people

Oljenka was watching me in October. we touched with our hands for the first time

in November. we were in the cinema. the whole class. Oljenka and I were sitting next

to each other. we were watching the film. I was constantly feeling her. I felt good that she

sat next to me. I started moving my right hand towards her. it seemed to me that she

was doing the same. at one moment our hands touched. just. and settled down. it

was all happening and it wasn’t supposed to be. our fingers started moving

touching. everything was clear now. they started to intertwine. a hand was

yearning for a hand. it was such indescribable grace. sex of the skin

sex of acceptance. courage of acknowledgement

oh eternity

rub Yourself rolling

rub Yourself poem

rub Yourself wandering

You’re blushing

Your heart is warm from rubbing with danger

You are not afraid anymore

every day along with the Bowings to Sex I’m also writing poems Fucking

it’s magnificent

innocent

fuckable

nothing is more innocent that fucking

nothing more guileless than fucking

nothing more ordinary than fucking

nothing more dangerous than fucking

nothing more forbidden than fucking

nothing is more further away from death

with love and joy I’m thinking of Micko Jovanovic who has lived

quietly and alone and this morning quietly and alone left this world

today I’m bowing to sex through kissing

sex through kissing is sex of a baby

sex of a baby starts both life and sex of a man

sex of a baby carries on throughout the whole life

mother kisses her naked child all over its body and specially on the sweet bottom and…

skin is kissed and skin likes to be kissed

skin of lips similar to the skin of labia and glans is the skin of kissing

lips get aroused and puffed up

they are opening up on their own

they snuggle up

living to the fullest actually means being constantly snuggled up to life

through the language of love surrendering to tongues of life

tongue – that marvellous muscle full of nerves and words

little animal in our mouth

I love the word tongue because word tongue both speaks and kisses

we should have been kissing

November was flowing. I was seeing Oljenka more and more often

I was escorting her home after school. we would stand for a long time

on the corner of Almaska and Svetosavska street. we were freezing in cold

and rainy days of November. we were holding each other’s hands. and nothing

more. and there should have been some more. we should have kissed each other

and carry on kissing. but I had never kissed before and I was afraid to do that. when

we would come close to each other and became silent because we were attracted to

each other and we were trembling I would suddenly start talking. start moving away.

start showing off. after some time we would again start coming close to each other

the closeness of our bodies would shut us up. but we had to come close with our

lips. had to close our eyes. let ourselves go into the relish that was luring us. we

had to kiss each other. but I would again start talking. I felt empty and powerless

Oljenka was more and more adorable. one night I dreamt how an abyss was

dividing us. she was standing on the one side of the abyss and I was on

the other. she was on the side of kissing and I was on the side of a

wasteland. and one day while sitting on the couch I gathered

courage and threw myself at her. our lips have merged

on their own. the miracle of kissing has taken over

everything. nothing was ever so beautiful and

important as it was kissing and

kissing each other

wow eternity

ever since then I’m kissing

kissing even when I’m not kissing

breathing is kissing

everything is kissing

kissing is writing – writing is kissing

tongues in our mouths are murmuring

streams of love are flowing through kissing

 I admit I was watching you twisting with your hips

ever since then you make me horny

and I’ll never cease to be

you have opened me up with the cock of dancing

you have opened me up for shaking

shake it baby shake it

I love sex of dancing

I love sex with dancing

shake it baby shake it

rock and roll yourself my beloved

rock’n’roll

through shaking everything merges

through shaking milk turns into soft butter

through stirring nothing gets burnt

when I’m stirring I’m moving the Universe

here

you can feel

hey mountain girl plain is in front of us

flanks hips thighs

fuck fuck fuck

do not stop

it’s accelerating

we are breathless

we’re panting

easiness is carrying us

through the music of Universe – music of fucking

dancing and fucking are the same

flanks hips thighs

fuck fuck fuck

shake it baby shake it

never stop

dance from the day You’re born to the day You die

children are dancing. young people are dancing

middle aged people are dancing. old people are dancing

have You ever seen how ninety years old Compay Segundo is dancing

stones are rolling and dancing. animals are dancing. leaves on the branches

I’m shaking

pump me

rock and roll me

in dirty blue

shoes of

r’n’r of

life

1088^th poem of the book Fucking

pump

me today is

eleven years of

god’s life in

your earing

1089^th poem of the book Fucking. yesterday at 3.22pm I wrote the last 1089^th poem of the book Fucking

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the best way out is always through

Robert Frost

remember me – whispers the dust

Peter Huchel

poetry excites me. life of life affirms to me

verses from Frost’s and Huchel’s poems cited by Joseph Brodsky in his text In Praise of Boredom

excitement with poetry is orgasmic

mortal body is surrendering to the metamorphosis

of soul which is transforming into the immortal spirit

fuckable and poetic is the same

everything

always

the

same

is

everything

always

sex

is

everything

always

poem

is

I love fuckable words which initiate fucking

I love poetic words which initiate singing

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sex with words I have discovered during fucking

I was speaking them to the ear

I was speaking them quietly slowly and gently

a prairie was opening in front of us

those were such sexy stories that they were constantly moistening and moistening

opening and opening

words which were going through the brain

and spine and like a poem ended up on clitoris

clit words

sex words are supporting the life of the very life

Bowing to Sex is also a support to Chelsea Manning

Chelsea is a hero

Chelsea stopped the war

Chelsea won the greatest army in the world with her femininity

Chelsea dared on her own

Chelsea is transforming and has transformed herself in front of the whole world

Chelsea is evolutionary moving away from death and moving towards life

physics of poem within the metaphysics of sex

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