Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

pigeons are looking for food under the snow

when nothing is left what remains is joy

snowy

God’s

God

without God I wouldn’t be alive

I’m alive because I’m God

I walk because I’m God

I create because I’m God

I sing because I’m God

two little sparrows in the snow

two little sparrows in the snow – we are God

Ruso – You and me are God

Miroslav – you and me are God

road God

rose God

it’s cold on the ground – it’s warm under the ground

I’m walking – I’m massaging untouched

I’m walking – the bells of love have started to ring on the lake

I’m walking for everyone who is open to all beings

cold stone warms up in my hand quickly

the stone is warmer and warmer and it gives more and more pleasure

hey stone I despise all social classes

hey stone I despise everyone who cares for social reputation and power

hey stone authority is tasteless and stupid

hey stone opposition is vindictive and bitter

I left the stone on the paper in which I wrapped

hundred dinars that I left for an unknown person

it really made me sad when I saw these days how the close

people also stay within their social classes for the privileges

in their families. races. nations. countrymen. blue blood. species

rare ones are rare

rare ones are more and more rare

buds

buds of one and only bud

the fact that You are going to read these words in just

few hours makes out of them twenty-three new living beings

holly incest

the name for the all-I is All-I

the name for the all-You is Hollyou

holly All-I and holly Hollyou

Hollyou and All-I are the source of immortality

holly fool

fools to each other

with foolish God’s love Hollyou and All-I love-kiss

cold wind is beginning to blow

the surface of the lake has started to ripple

I’m watching the lake and thinking of fishes in it

it’s wonderful that fishes live in the water

fishes are guarding the water

fishes are beautiful and good and they swim and dive

you

are

swimming

me

fish-like

poem

fish-like

poem

is

more

nutrient

than

any

fish

soup

I’m happy because I wrote fish poem

I also wanted to write the wind poem but I gave up because I’m too cold

two siskins have flown out of the garbage bin

birds are starving

I cuddle the souls of all beings with my body

with my soul I love-kiss the brain of one and only being

I’m colder and colder and I feel better and better

yesterday I’ve heard that two thousand people in Belgrade live on the streets

that means that in the world there is at least three million people who live on the streets

the

poem

of

people

from

the

streets

makes

home

for

every

being

yesterday’s hundred dinars that I left on the fence next to the esplanade

nobody has taken yet

singing is all-breathing

poem

is

mathematics

of

beauty

singing is always fucking as well and fucking is always singing as well

fucking

is

the

poem

of

love

Hollyou and All-I Bud

I can’t wait for Sunday to come and I get some rest

and then I can’t wait for Monday to come and I start writing drawing and walking again

I’m enjoying Alan Turing as well as his literality and modesty

literality is such a beautiful word

According to my definition, a number is calculable

if it’s decimals can be written by a machine

now this is the machine on which I’m writing and which Turing so gently and casually mentioned for the first time

Analogy is an important tool with help of which

mathematics can be understood by non-mathematicians;

Turing was novel for embedding the analogy into the proof.

I adore analogy

From our perspective, complex symbols, unlike the simple ones, can’t be differentiated

at one glance if they are too long. That is proved through experience. We can’t say

on first site if 999999999999999 and 999999999999999 are the same numbers.

because of these 999999999999999 & 999999999999999 I adore You Alan

most exciting most beautiful most simple and most productive

is thinking through beginning

everything is in the beginning

everything exists through beginning

after beginning dissipation comes on

losing the wholeness comes

conflict

guilt

nostalgia

melancholy

yesterday I was reading a bit about the Philosophy of Mathematics on Wikipedia

I wished to write one of these days inspired by it. maybe I’ll do it and maybe I won’t

and then I stopped thinking

I was just climbing the streets

I was being amongst people and buildings

passing by

rejoiced the envelope that Vladimir Macura left for me in the pastry shop

today as well I couldn’t find the notebook for writing I am you are him 4

while I was passing by the Hippodrome going back

I noticed how strongly I enjoy the rhythm of the walking

I’m enjoying the Pozeska street

when I climb to Ban’s Hill I’m left with one more kilometre to the Nest

it’s close. it’s towards the end as well. and it’s flat

it’s wide. trams are going through as well. and I’ll buy something to eat

I’ll take a shower soon. and I’ll be listening to music as well

numbers are writing words. as well as words are counting numbers

they will sing me again. as well as I will love-kiss You again

as well as it’s important who we are friends with and who we love

said Vladeta Jerotic last night on TV

as well as me

today on the ninth kilometre I will make four thousand

kilometres of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

that is 1/10 of the overall Path of the Bud of All Beings

it’s the first time I mentioned it as Path of the Bud of All Beings

God will give to walk all 40076.569 kilometres

circumference of the Earth

unlike the First Ten Year Walking

First Time Second Ten Year Walking is the meta-walking

walking of the walking

music and mathematics of walking

it’s softer

I’d love it to be even more elastic

I was always drawn to the meta-level

meta-level has saved me in the jail

they locked up my body and my brain was getting free

I couldn’t walk but I was minding

walking love-kisses meta-walking

meta-walking liberates walking

I walk here-everywhere – I walk now-forever

I walk through all beings

I affirm my body through walking

through meta-walking I affirm the body of the Universe

my body is the Universe

my body are all beings

God

with the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

I’m celebrating the Rose of Wandering – First Ten Year Walking

with the Rose of Wandering and First Time Second Ten Year Walking

I announce and found the First Time Third Ten Year Walking

dedicated to the First Time Fourth Ten Year Walking and any n^th ten year walking

with walking and meta-walking movement and stillness are permeating

sun started to shine and the lake is evaporating

people are unbuttoning the jackets and coats

I made it – 5.714.285^th step of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

dying confirms immortality

with each step

with music

with mathematics

with singing

with dancing

to these sparrows which excited me a lot

this morning I wrote down in the Days of my Life 3^rd February Gertrude Stein’s birthday

26^th May Ludwig Wittgenstein’s birthday

I can’t wait to go outside. just to draw the

64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

in the eyes of the dog who looked at me a sun shine has glared

I’m happy that in the Days of My Life got in

Gertrude Stein’s and Ludwig Wittgenstein’s birthdays

tomorrow I’ll add to them three more birthdays

an old man is sitting on the chair with one leg stretched

crossed crutches and closed eyes and he’s sunbathing his beautiful face

they are ringing

the noon of love

last night I was really enjoying in the pages about fifty years old

Ludwig Wittgenstein whose seminar in 1939 about Fundamentals

of Mathematics was attended by twenty seven years old Alan Turing

I’m walking – dancing and singing – thinking how my life is mathematics

I’m walking – dancing and singing – thinking how my life is music

I’m walking – dancing and singing – thinking about that has anybody ever

wrote about the ways in which people are wiping their arse after shitting

tell me how You wipe Your arse and I’ll know everything about You

I know everything through anything

I’m swinging the camera in my arm and I’m randomly taking pictures

if you are practicing because of yourself. for your own pleasure and not

because somebody else tells you – sais a man to the woman who he is walking with

music of my life is the music of shitting

there is no music without shitting and everything that is rejected

sublimity is sublime because it sublimes everything

while I was praying to my heart to be health for all hearts

I thought how I never saw my heart

God

it’s very important to mention heart constantly

the more times I pronounce heart heart is more and more heart

the heart of goodness that I adore

the heart of carefree that is so pleasant

not that I gathered energy but I cannot even explain it to You – says a woman

to the woman who is walking next to her. that’s right – confirms the other woman

while slowly driving his bicycle large man is scratching his short hair with pleasure

I know You know that a moment ago I wanted

to send You a text message with words I love-kiss You

the man that a moment ago was scratching his hair made a circle with his

bike and now he’s caressing the head of one of the stray dogs that live on the lake

two men have set at the table which was in the sun. they

ordered two beers and now they are braking beagles to each other

I know that You know that whenever I’m walking

I’m gardening and walking through Your soul as well

the beauty of self-improvement is in the endlessness of self-improvement

a man is squatting and pruning the roses

this morning I put into the Days of My Life three more dates

7^th April Billie Holiday’s birthday

24^th December Ad Reinhardt’s birthday

28^th June Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s birthday

at first I wanted to put Meister Eckhart’s birthday

but the date of his birth is unknown just the year – 1260 and

then I decided to put Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s because of his walking

and to incant to me that’s not possible. that’s not according to God – says one of

the women workers who are scooping up dried leaves around the lake with the rakes

love-kiss my body

at the moment when I spoke out love-kiss my body the bells of love have started to ring

for four days I haven’t spoken to anybody

I love speaking when God speaks through me

when I am God

when art speaks out of me

when I am art

art through speaking – God through speaking

I also love to be quiet

to be quiet for a long time

I’m quiet and I hear everything

it’s important to get quiet when speaking

it’s especially important to get quiet in a conversation

I love speaking through silence

to start speaking from silence

a crow is stepping across the water – I smiled

I have smiled at a certain occurrence few times today

that is a laughter of support and approval

I’m smiling at You

I’m smiling at this young cat who is sitting on

the garbage basket and showing off her beauty

I’m smiling at Your shmile because after the first mistake You must have sensed

in the secind one that I made this bird-time-lucky one as well because of Your smile

quietness is a good friend

last night at one moment I felt it strongly and I felt good with my good friend quietness

sometimes when we are quite quietness speaks up in order to make me smile

for example – look look at Djordje – says quietness to me

I close my eyes and I’m sunbathing my thoughts

in the sunny ball in my eyes all thoughts are becoming one

goodness

eat me and drink me

I live for You I

I love-kiss You I

I create You I

I sing You I

I You are God

one I – one God

I

I  I  I

I

I’m climbing up the stairs. where are you my lizards

I feel like crying. I’m on the verge of tears. that is so beautiful

beauty you are eternal

goodness you are beautiful

my chests are trembling from beauty and goodness

a child started to rejoice

a lamb hopped

I ask You with my eyes – I love-kiss You with words

cold air is descending towards the valley

old trees preside over the Planet

oceans and stones adore old trees

birds are constantly discovering little paths of immortality through singing

water is watering the thirsty ones for free

air is feeding the hungry for free

light is identifying all beings for free

I swear to my mother-to Your love for me – dedicated to Kaja Mandic

I am a wedding – one and only wedding – wedding of all beings

everything that a man discovered in service of killing is nothingness

this civilisation is nothingness

dedicated to every being who relinquishes killing

last night I planted wheat in two flowerpots that are now on my desk

I will inform when it sprouts

I love You so much

tell that to all beings

You don’t even know that the beauty of all beings is on Your face

I lick Your wounds

I heal You with all colours in the beauty of colourfulness

colourfulness of the monochrome

I am the marriage

innocence of serving the poet of existence

I’m swinging

with stomach

with contradictory

with whiteness

with necks

with palms and feet

nose is beautiful

back is alone

I separate You from the pain

I can write whatever I want

stones are there

close by is a lamppost

orgasms are love-kissing unconditionally

I bow to every orgasm from the beginning of world and time

I am a poet of every orgasm till the end of the world

I’ll take a photo of that lamppost

I love the lake when it makes love to itself

whoever saw anybody’s face in orgasm they saw the face of God

God is the orgasm of God

the only thing I have is the non-power of my orgasm

orgasm is loyalty to God

orgasm is love for every being

orgasm is creation of yet unborn ones

orgasm is resurrection

through orgasm I guard You like the pupil of my eye

through orgasm we are marrying

what I feel right now is You in my shoulders

all-presence of the orgasmic

beauty of the words I wrote – the words of goodness that you are reading

I’m swinging

with hips

with Your butt cheeks

glorious

If I happen to have even slightest enlightenment,

I will walk on the great Tao,
And will only caution myself to not stray from it.
The great Tao is smooth,
People would like to detour from that way.

Lao Tzu in the book fifty three

When one fosters the Tao in oneself,
Its virtue will be genuine.

Lao Tzu in the book fifty four

it was snowing all night

I got up earlier. went to Novi Sad to meet up with Vera

I’m in the bus. the plain is white

earth and sky are joined in snowy whiteness

more than year and a half I haven’t been travelling. I don’t even feel like

travelling. I’m on the road every moment – The Path of the Bud of All Beings

if there is no other proof of God then my socializing with You

Tibor Tibika and Zoltan is the proof of God – I said to Vera before we parted

a

poem

little

bird

little

bird

on

the

snow

I’m coming back. I’m watching from the bus how night is falling over the snowy plain

to be happy in this world

I wrote this for the first time. to be good in this world I wrote nineteen years ago

happiness is duty

I’m at the computer. I’m rejoicing it. I haven’t seen it from this morning

I haven’t listened to music all day. oh how the easiness of music feels nice now

let’s dance

I immediately get excited

butt cheeks. belly. shoulders

swaying

writing

heroism of beauty

I’m pregnant with You

Vera gave me the money – holly money – buds of the blue money

Vera gave me the diary for 2011 that she’s been doing for last ten years

Vera gave me the pedometer

Vera gave me the book Silence by John Cage

Vera gave me four hours of talking

a

poem

is

a

little

white

bird

on

the

snow

happiness is dancing and singing of all beings

oh how I’m looking forward to this new diary

these diaries that I’m keeping from 1989 are the work of art

I wrote on 12^th October in the diary for this year that slowly expires

happiness

is

a

little

bird

of

the

poem

happiness

are

the

nerves

that

transmit

the

happiness

to

all

beings

the duration trembles

flickers filickers flickering

wheat has sprouted

God’s

I went for a short walk

I tossed the paper with hundred and fifty dinars

I drew three hundred twelfth Good Walker

I made a photo of my face for the Walking link

I made a photo for the Bud link

I bought half a kilo of sauerkraut

one red onion

kilo of apples

half a kilo of integral bread

a pack of cotton wool

I made ninety kilometres more for this year so I can indulge

these five days that are left in complete responsibility towards pleasure

like when whales are jumping out of the water

and throwing themselves on the water surface

like when horses are rolling in the dust

like when I was running very slowly

this morning I started preparing the diary for the year 2011

this is the salute to Julije Knifer’s diaries and

the promotion of these diaries by Miroslav Mandic

I wrote on 19^th September in the diary for this year

I love working and playing sitting at the desk

like when elephants are showering themselves with water or dust through their trunks

like when condors are flying in couples over the ocean

like when I would fall asleep on the warm send in my youth

last week I thought that this week I will sum up the year through blessings

I love doing that. and I will do it in the diary. the blessings I will just let ooze out

I love when something happens and that I don’t even know that it happened

that it just is

God’s

my God’s love of mine

is

by life

eternity

God

dedicated to older boys rowdies from the street of my childhood

I’m holding my belly through my pockets in order to warm it up in this coldness

even though You are not around I’m touching You

even though You are not around I love-kiss You

even though You are not around I’m giving You my life

God is within God

who is God God is God within Him

there is just God

I am also just God

my legs are slipping on the ice even though I am God

my nose is running even though I am God

I miss You even though I am God

slavery is conformism

slaves are conformists by body

slave-owners are conformists by spirit

through this blessing I identify myself with You

through this blessing I am in the same state You are in at this moment

this blessing is a seed of the eternal pleasantness that I laid down in You

great orange above the buildings in the winter fog is the sun that is setting

I am very happy when I make happy a beggar woman or a man

beggars are the priests of the streets

street crossing is being crossed just by a dog and me

I bought another kilo of same apples to have them for the New Year’s

may you always taste each other like this

I just got this message at 16:30

a photo with two glasses is a bit dark but the photo wasn’t important

rather those two glasses

I will grate the beetroot just to finish with the rest of the blessings

I will grate it on the finest grater

I will add some mayonnaise to it

bread

smoked herbal cheese

but only when I write the last 33^rd today’s blessing

blessings are teaching me carefulness and patience

postponement

eternal orgasm

this is not a list this is love-kissing

 this is not a list these are the grass blades

Jasuka. Željko Radić. Violeta Jovanović. Ivana Đokić-Saunderson

Alan Turing. Black Elk. Zoltan Varady. Ana Kočinska 

Vladimir Macura. Anđa Jovanović. Barack Hussein Obama

Nikolai Fyodorovich Fyodorov. Ljuba Gligorijević. Gertrude Stein

Billie Holiday. Jelena Bešir. Sun Mandić. Ally Saunderson

Bojan Kostić. Oljenka Jovin. John Hurt. Lao Tzu

Branka Zgonjanin. Krishna & Arjuna. Martin Heidegger

Milika Stanković. Srećko Stanković. Tivadar Domaniczky

Slobodan Vuličević. Vesna Milović. Siniša Labrović

Ignacy Witkiewicz. Czesław Miłosz. Vera Varady

Ana Đorđević-Petrović. Jean-Jacques Rousseau. Thérèse Levasseur

Van Gogh Christ. Fernando Pessoa. Carmen Herrera. Howard Zinn

Nevenka Despotov. Woody Guthrie. Bob Dylan. Friedrich Nietzsche

Ružica. Sanja. Albert Einstein. Wilhelm Reich. Aleksandar Tišma

James Brown. Walt Whitman. Friedrich Hölderlin. Meister Eckhart

Aleksa Golijanin. Slobodan Tišma. Branko Popović. Svetomir Bojanin

Dragan Mitrović. Srđan Valjarević. Constantin Noica. Mark Rothko

Søren Aabye Kierkegaard. Kaja Mandić. Richard Wagner. Tibor Varady 

Petar Miloradović. Gaston Bachelard. Milomir Mandić. Kaća Čelan

Jorge Luis Borges. Tajna. Senad. Himzo Polovina. Robert Schumann

Elder Porfirije. Elder Tadej. Nataša Kelhar. Ludwig Wittgenstein

Roman Jakobson. Simon. Rore. Vera Lynn. Božidar Mandić

Robert Bresson. Jaroslav Draslar. Gazmen Đogani. Bogdanka Poznanović

Dejan Poznanović. Angelus Silesius. Elder Cleopa. Joseph Kosuth

Vesna Lopičić. Slavica Generalović. Ruth Brawn. Jelena Holcer

André Gide. Đorđe Stanojević. Ivan Ivanović Đus. Ramush Haradinaj

Hashim Thaçi. Wynona Carr. Alissa Bucolin. Jerome

Dragana Milojević Srdić. Tank Man / Unknown Rebel. Tin Ujević

Mate Parlov. Isidora Sekulić. Iguman Amvrosije i vučica Alfa

Bogoljub Arsenijević Maki. Milica Bogosavljević. Paul Erdős

Srinivasa Ramanujan. Danka Vodopivec. Theotokos. Faludy György

Sanita. Miroslava Đokić. Radoslav Đokić. Ted Nelson. Dave Dudley

John Cage. Gregory Palama. Ad Reinhardt. Katalin Keserü. Louis Armstrong

Maksim Ispovednik. San Petrović. Boban Generalović. Michel Foucault

Firči. Johnny Cash. Bekim Fehmiu. carrier Dejan. Cesária Évora

Charles Mingus. John Hammond. Tom Gotovac. Amra. Franz Kafka

Arthur Rimbaud. Comte de Lautréamont. Otto Weininger. Amica

Anica. Minna Planer. Hira Ratan Manek. Leon Miodrag Lazarov Pashu

Totto. Mrs. Svilar. Adam. Marijana Mandić. Teo Mandić

Ana Macura. David Macura. Dagmar Moser. M. D. S.

Alberto Contador. Andy Schleck. Mrs. Ruža. Prince Mihailo

Nataša. Ema. Million. Ludwig van Beethoven. Chet Baker. Yves Klein

Josipa Lisac. Šaban Bajramović. Matt Harding. Julia Butterfly Hill

Percy Bysshe Shelley. Henry David Thoreau. Mahatma Gandhi

Maurice Maeterlinck. Romain Rolland. Leo Tolstoy. Sri Ramakrishna

Sonya Tolstoy. White Rose. Sophie Scholl. Hans Scholl

Johann Sebastian Bach. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Johannes Gutenberg

Willy Brandt. Otto von Bismark. Peter Kropotkin. Petra Kelly

Thomas Berry. Mary Hunter Austin. Michel Seres. Elder Pajsije

Andrey Ternovskiy. Leif K-Brooks. Jean-Luc Godard. Rosa Parks

Chief Seattle. Tomislav Sedmak. Martin Luther King. Coretta Scott King

Nelson Mandela. Pierre Joseph Proudhon. Christ. Siniša Tucić

Mary Wollstonecraft. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Parmenides of Elea

Joanna Macy. Tibika Varady. Caspar David Friedrich. Diogenes of Sinope

Aleksandar Makedonski. Mani. Aristotle. Socrates. Yoko Ono

John Lennon. Velimir Khlebnikov. Erik Satie. Robert Walser

Liza Mermet. Édouard Henri Avril. Dule Pejin. Nikola Šuica

Maja Klisinski. James Turrell. Regine Olsen. Mister of Belgrade

Lord Byron. Voltaire. Elisa Sur. Art Szombathy. aunt Nada

Miloš Živković. Marko. Ksenija Buštrević. The Platters. Ringo Starr

Aleksandar Ristović. Pavle Korčagin. Ada Byron. Mira Dinar

Milica Bogoslavljević. Slobodanka. Srbislav. Jelena Karleuša

Patti Smith. Erne Nemeček. Jacob Reynolds. Harmony Korine

Larry Clark. Etela Merk. Jakob Böhme. Marinko Sudac

Želimir Žilnik. Werthers. Lotta. Jean-Jacques Rousseau. Rebecca Solnit

Hitler. Joseph Stalin. Winston Churchill. Harry Truman

Peace Pilgrim. Lazar Stojanović. William Wordsworth. Živa Oprin

Eric Cantona. Srđa Popović. Matija Alanović. Vladeta Jerotić

Luna Mandić. Allen Ginsberg. Alice Coltrane. John Coltrane

shoemaker Srki. Hank Williams. John Lee Hooker. Julian Assange

Andre Williams. Damir Stančić. Lio Xiaobo. Emmanuel Levinas

Julije Knifer. Aleksandra Mirimanov. Mina Novčić

I don’t want to write anything special

just let it pulsate

circle and circle

let the breath of every being

warm up all beings

and

constantly roading

constantly love-kissing through the road

through the spine

through the only road to a mare

through the only rose to a horse

through the swearing tenderness

through the fairy tales of ordinariness

through the bread of gratitude

I don’t want to sing anything special

just let it be

the smell of gift-giving

skin of surrendering

everything in one

and

so that I would bud constantly

that I would drink and eat through love-kissing

that I would earn through love-kissing

so that I’m being immortal through love-kissing

by the mare’s road

by the horse’s rose

by this

innocent

moving

through which I don’t want anything but everything

by this

courage

of efflux

I’m in the seventh year of the book – Miroslav Mandic – clew

the ball that is constantly winding up and enlarging through the blessings

yesterday I effluxed – today I’ve sprouted

through germs

through sperm

I You I

through the Bud of All Beings

through trembles – spasms of love

through the sixth year of Blue Roses – through the sixth year of Blue Film

in July it will be forty years of One Man

it’s not One Man but Miroslav Mandic

I thought to myself

should I send you the photo of my pussy

you thought of that

yes

I’m vibrating

You

are

dancing

me

I

am

singing

You

I’m swaying my shoulders

I’m wondering to the admiration

I’m admiring the wondering

I’m caressing my chest

I’m caressing myself over the vastnesses and times of the Universe

I’m caressing myself over the intangibilities of all beings

new day in my life will be the birth of Velimir Hlebnikov

I’ll go on Wikipedia to see when Hlebnikov got born

God

Hlebnikov was born on 9^th November – the day when I went to jail

the day when nineteen years later I started with the Rose of Wandering

the day when nine years later I announced 9^th November as the Day of All Beings

I love You – it’s written on my forehead

this to You – it’s written in my heart

I am You are I – it’s written in my mind

let’s foot over each other – let’s sole over

let’s slap each other – let’s palm each other

love-kiss me love-kiss me

God

I – whatever I got from the rejected ones

You – love and life for the rejected ones

I

through

you

I

last night it was snowing. everything is white. it is so

gentile and mellow and I have a toothache for few days now

I’m mentioning the pain with which last year finished and

new one begun so that I wouldn’t ache a single day of this year

so that nobody would be aching at all

when it doesn’t hurt life adheres to the life itself through pleasure

through dying I love-kiss eternal life

dying I love-kiss You

through dying I love-kiss all beings — through dying I give birth to other beings

You are my confluence – I am Your source

I am the artist of pussy and the poet of dick

I just wrote down in my diary this beautiful God’s title

innocence of mine join me in swearing and

constantly love-kiss the innocence of every being

and I carried on writing how I’m beginning year 2011

I’m beginning it with eighty one kilo and two altars with stones on the floor of the Nest

I would like to lose two three kilos

as always with anxiety about the money but even bigger hope and belief in money

belief in Your money – I is love You is money

with 13.006 kilometres of average daily walking

sixty six kilometres more

with Eternal Art – Miroslav Mandic Art

with all beings

with Bud of All Beings

with Path of Bud of All Beings

with all six buds – Rose of God’s Light

I bow to the world’s rose of Laza Kostic about which I found out in these painful nights

with path and dancing through Planet

with rose and singing through Universe

with loyalty to You – miroslavmandic.name web-site

with the drawing of Universe and word love on my temples

with words God and bud on my neck

with seventh year of Miroslav Mandic book

with sixth year of the ten year Blue Rose picture

with sixth year of the ten year Blue Film film

with second year of First Time Second Ten Year Walking

with second year of 64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

sixty four ten year pictures from the donations of which I live and work

with second year of Solemn Sunday Lunch drawing

join me in Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings every Sunday at noon

with second year of definitions of Bud of All Beings

with the beginning of Great Pictures

oh

with the beginning of Book About Blue Money

what a goodness

with the fourth part of thirty year book I am You are Him

God’s miracle

with fortieth year of the work One Man

God

with Goddess in my heart

with beginning of begging with 64 Buds

and

midday bells of love

and

...

I

am

the

poet

of

dick

the

artist

of

pussy

the

innocence

itself

and

that’s

why

every

compromise

is

a

betrayal

of

God’s

beauty

and

goodness

of

the

beauty

and

goodness

of

Miroslav Mandic Art

a dick in a pussy – I am the poet of the alphabet of life

a pussy on a dick – I am the artist of the history of art

I adore pussy – and I just have a notion of how pussy admires dick

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the smallest hair of God contains in itself more energy

than the whole manhood with its wars and atomic bombs

if You can live without me I cannot live without You

if You can live without me I cannot live without You

well those are the God’s words – I thought to myself

Danka Vodopivec

I went to see Danka Vodopivec my dentist even though the pain went away

it’s the gums... inflammation... withdrawing and disappearing of the jaw bone...

antibiotics for two weeks... chlorine solution... sage... dental imaging...

maybe operation... money

Danka Vodopivec

Danka relieved a lot of people from pain and that’s the most important – I love you Danka

I’d love to read the book Be Fateful Unto Death by Zsigmond Moricz

Till the Last Breath is good but Be Fateful Unto Death is even better

I have never taken antibiotics until now

on Sunday I took the painkiller for the first time

I would love to read to You Santa Maria della Salute by Laza Kostic

Mannerisms by Slobodan Tisma

self-heal

me

I’m

self-healing

You

by language

by God

with kisses

life love-kisses all beings

the slightest God’s tremble is sexiest than the sex of all beings

how I love-kissed God and have been love-kissed by God

whenever I walked by the road

God fucked me and I love-kissed You

road

rose

of

mine

rose

me

I’m

roading

you

trinity

one

love

god

one

trinity

trinity

one

god

rose is rose is rose

god

is

god

is

god

may-it-be-through-bud-dear-to-god

god

is

rose is     is rose

is

god

I made first big picture in the series of Big Pictures

the picture of the beginning

come and see it

I should massage my heels

I’ll massage them

sanctity of the body is within its deterioration

sanctity of the soul is within its fragility

sanctity of the spirit is within its eternity

before enjoyment comes pain

redemption through the pain of birth giving

Kaja was hurting

pain forgive me for hurting me because of me

death forgive me for killing me because of me

I apologise to You pain because You must hurt

I apologise to You death because You must kill

I am an artist also so as pain would stop hurting

I am a poet also so as death would stop killing

I am a walker in pain’s joy and death’s immortality

life is life

life is not politics but everything is politics in life

that is the horror that life experiences in life

I will really have to massage them

I love-kiss you my heels

heels are feet’s top of the head

lips of mine kiss – constantly – kiss my lips

may you just be and just kiss

I felt wonderful last night when Laza Kostic in his dream being

sixty eight years old caught Lenka by Her Sweet Peach

it’s sweet when pussy is peach but it’s even sweeter when pussy is pussy

pussy

peach

I

I

y

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u

I

in Pozeska street I stooped down and picked up one tangerine that somebody dropped

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I admire

I adore

I make-god-like

nobody in the world is more Gertrude Stein

then me not even Gertrude Stein herself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more Ludwig Wittgenstein

then me not even Ludwig Wittgenstein himself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more Billie Holiday

then me not even Billie Holiday herself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more Meister Eckhart

then me not even Meister Eckhart himself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more Ad Reinhardt

then me not even Ad Reinhardt himself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more stones then me not even stones themselves since that’s me

nobody in the world is more rose then me not even the rose itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more robin then me not even the robin itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more Simone Veil then me

not even Simone Veil herself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more Universe then me

not even the Universe itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more God then me not even God himself since that’s me

God

nobody in the world is more love then me not even love itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more freedom then me

not even freedom itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more joy then me not even joy itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more You then me not even You since that’s me

nobody in the world is more something then me

not even something itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more dick then me not even the dick itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more pussy then me not even the pussy itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more stones then me not even stones themselves since that’s me

nobody in the world is more fucking then me not even fucking itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more freckled then me

not even You freckled girl since that’s me

nobody in the world is more orgasm then me

not even orgasm itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more modest then me

not even modesty itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more repetition then me

not even repetition itself since that’s me

nobody in the world is more transformation then me

not even transformation itself since that’s me

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I’m kissing Your lappets

Santa Maria della Salute

I’m kissing Your rose-like paths rose of mine

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