Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

midday bells of love are ringing

I am alone because I constantly love-kiss You

I am alone because You were kissing me in a dream last night

You were snuggling with me and adoring me

You were moving Your hips and explaining how You practiced it

I was watching Your beautiful eye painted with blueness

I was transforming myself through Your beauty and goodness

I am alone because I am Yours

I am alone because you constantly love-kiss me

(female)

I am alone because you have been my eye last night

(female)

I am alone because I am Your amenity

I am alone because I am Your freedom

I am alone because you are my amenity

(female)

I am alone because you are my freedom

(female)

I am alone because I’m listening Hank Williams on my own

I am alone because I’m going to eat the plum compote on my own

I am alone because you are listening Hank Williams on your own

(female)

I am alone because you are going to eat the plum compote on your own

(female)

I am alone because I’m not betraying us

I am alone because there is no end to our love

I am alone because you are not betraying us

(female)

I am alone because there is no end to our love

(female)

I am alone because I’m not giving up on love

I am alone because You don’t exist

I am alone because you are not giving up on love

(female)

I am alone because I don’t exist

(female)

I am alone because I cry on my own

I am alone because I give myself to beautiful beings

I am alone because you cry on your own

(female)

I am alone because you are giving yourself to beautiful beings

(female)

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when I came back from the walking an e-mail from the unknown

person with the title please optimise your site was waiting for me

respected sir,

I tried to see your site because it was recommended to me as very

interesting. Nevertheless, due to the bad technical makeover of the site it

was practically impossible through my ADSL connection. One page of your site is

up to 60mb (I never saw something like that)!? It’s because the pictures have been put

in full resolution and just rescaled. It’s necessary to put the pictures on much smaller

resolution (for example 640x480) and to get the full size picture with the click on

them. Besides it’s necessary to write how big pictures are going to show up

because these are huge and it doesn’t suit everybody since today many

people are using mobile devices for internet where the information

flow is limited. Good example is TELENOR mobile internet where

for 1300din. one has 1000mb of information flow. That is merely

enough for less than a half of your site. Talk to someone

professional or a firm to optimise your site and

explain once more why is it important.

Warm greetings

oh

God

I got scared and confused

a child has done something wrong

wonderful

thank You Unknown Person

gratitude to the person who recommended my site

I am alone

I believe in one and only language

language of all beings

and even more so in consecration – that is to say in work without being paid for it

I’m not familiar with the computer and internet measurement units because I never had

anybody to talk about it even though I would really love to. that’s how I forget everything

that I’ve learned. I would also love to talk English to somebody every day. but also any

other language. especially that one and only in which I believe. but I am alone and

that’s why I talk in language of love of all beings

my site is a being

a state of all beings

conformation of God

I feel that computer and Internet are media that are up until now most dear to God

Alan Turing the father of computers has been killed by the experts

Alan Turing never earned anything on computers and Bill Gates has earned everything

I’m on the path of Alan Turing and not on highways of Bill Gates

again – as always – followers-experts are killing the creator

I love

love God love

I love

I don’t believe in church nor in companies

companies are contemporary churches

universities existing science and markets are contemporary inquisition

while I was circling the island a friend of mine phoned me and said that she got the

internet and that she spent whole night browsing through my site

and that she flipped on photos

those are not photos they are beings of all beings

with every being-photo I want to make all beings happy

with every word I want to make-word-god-like every being

I hope I’m not hurting anybody with my site

if anything is not good on the site it’s my fault and not Zoltan Varady who I asked

for the site to be like that and he as an exquisite expert just pleased my request

large photo – a picture of first sites

I adore computer and internet because they are love

and not technology informatics and profit

the fact how young people get rich through this technology is old fashioned boring and naughtily

machines are love that desires to spread the love

whole my life I’ve been told to optimise myself. to do what is most

appropriate what is most favourable and suitable. to be on that

side which is bringing the best results in a certain society and

all that according to specific criteria and existing conditions

but

I

am

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poet

of

one

and

only

artist

the

artist

of

all

beings

the

walker

of

god

and

all-love

dear Unknown Person come and help me so as the child within me gets to be more and more God

everything

morning

for days

to the lone ones

endless

joy

sometimes I’m so obsessed with You-life that I’m left without a single word

just the beauty of non-power

sublimity of failure

in step

we are one to one another

sanctity of breath

sanctity of orgasm

future of the mind is within the orgasm of all beings

future of love is within the orgasm of each being

future of culture is within Your pussy

future of art is within my dick

future of singing is in beauty and goodness of fucking

let’s walk

I love-kiss You mother of fucking and nursing

I love-kiss You her-Kaja

I love-kiss You disapproval which is not disapproving any more

I love-kiss You lie which is not lying any more

I love-kiss You betrayal which is not betraying any more

we are one coming

horniness for any one smallest-meaningless-unnoticeable being

orgasm is serving and obeying – God’s hymn and prayer

orgasm is the church of all beings

orgasm is the school of all beings

orgasm is the university of all beings

orgasm is the state of all beings

orgasm is Miroslav Mandic of orgasm

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I’m sitting at the desk for half an hour now and I don’t know what or how to begin

I’ll write this. I’ll write that. like this. like that

I don’t want nor this nor that

it’s better not at all than just like that

I would move my body in order for something to happen but nothing happened

except for the moving of the body

as if I have both my hands and legs tied

as if I’m writing with my hands tied

as if I’m walking with my legs tied

before I set at the desk I was thinking

sometimes the poetry of life is only within the life of poetry

and also that

sometimes the life of poetry is only within the poetry of life

but I didn’t feel like writing about that

I was scrolling with the mouse through the white page

with the numbers of the blessings on the screen

I was enjoying the fullness of the music that I’m listening

on the iTunes radio station Jazz in Bolz

but nothing was helping and I was feeling worse and worse

but at one moment I notices that I’m watching at the desk

but not in order to see something but just for the sake of watching

that was resting

that empty watching the emptiness

and then at one moment I felt how those half an hour that I spent

sitting at the desk in order to start writing were very beautiful

as if I was doing something very important even though I wasn’t doing anything

as if that was that big secret that there are no secrets

as if I was watching the wheat growing in the field

as if I was smelling the sea

as if I became speechless in front of the whiteness of the snow that fell over night

I wasn’t doing anything I just was

but when I am I am everything

god

dear

god

the blessings were within me but they were just waiting for me to deserve them

to be worthy of them

poetry is within every word

every

word

is

poetry

the poem every word is poetry contains four poems and I should never forget that

these are those so ordinary words

so ordinary and yet so beautiful

the very poems

they are singing

they are carefree

radiant

by themselves

they mean a lot to me

they make me

they are making me subtle

they are developing my taste

they are all-permeating

they are simple

initial

immortal

I trust them

I cherish them

I love-kiss them

they need me – I need them

they would love if You would need them as well because they are singing You

pleasure

words sandals

the bed of words

little butterflies

principles

spine

little path

little-heart bud

a rose of mind

winding

arrow-like

those so ordinary words

word

of

all

words

for few days now both of my heels and Achilles tendons are bothering me

I’ve never felt something like that

as if they are stiff

my beloved heels

my beloved Achilles tendons

we should walk for nine more years

God will give

patience

acceptance

trust

self healing

God

may everything be according to God’s will

I’m in the arms

I am free by God’s will

traces of coffee on the coffee cup

wheat on the table

today I should make 474^th photo of One Man

I’m walking towards the city. I’m taking the rent money for the Nest

I am wholeness

wholeness is alone so that none of the parts would be alone

worries let’s play pastime

let’s walk insouciance

I started working on insouciance twenty two years ago

even though a lot of worries often overwhelm me I learned how to be insouciance

insouciance is one of the holiest duties

I going back

the pain in the heals is moving up towards the knees and thighs

I’m sleepy

I took the photo of God

can I take a photo of You – I asked him. yes – he answered

whoaaa – he shouted when I showed him the photo

I took another photo of him and he happily run away

previous and last night I was sweating

how will it be today

will heels and Achilles tendons be hurting me today as well

linden tea is so pleasurable

I’m more tranquil – I drew Blue Roses and I recorded Blue Film

I’m more cheerful – I drew 64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

I thought of You and it made me tender

my face is coarse

my body is strong

I love brave tenderness

tenderness which is not seducing but surrendering

giving is rough

receiving is tender

there it is there

there it is one more there

guard me my little rain

there is most love in words that are used for cooing

cooing of mine I surrender to You

I’m cooing over those who are self-healing themselves rather than with medications

I love-kiss those who are love-kissing with God’s love

I hop and there is immortality for all beings

this man’s head is wry to the right hand side and when somebody is coming towards him

he puts his hand on the forehead so that it looks as if he is thinking of something

and that’s why his head is so wry

I love-kiss You man

midday love bells are ringing-cooing

soul of mine in all beings be free

soul of mine with all beings within be joyful

mind of mine mind all minds through the power of tranquillity

mind of mine open up to the only mind through the eternity of love-kissing

it’s raining constantly. I’m outside for a long time. my socks are wet

I can fart to You under Your car – sais an older lady to the younger one

I’m thinking of words. all words are nouns. divine onomastics

giving is undertaking – receiving is surrendering

giving is creating – receiving is singing

same sameness

in the morning You eat ten eggs. that is the cheapest. in the evening one burek

and that’s that – says one man to the other while they are laughing with pleasure

sun is shining. my sneakers are still drying in the Nest from last Saturday

I’ve experienced a lot of failures

failures are very important

they are setting me free from the success

they refine me

they lead me towards unknown levels of existence

they transform I into I

failures are also very dangerous because how can I undertake anything

alongside all these failures

when I was young I wasn’t interested in success

I was excited by bravery

by righteousness and devotedness

loneliness

effort in taste

creating still uncreated

being through the art itself

together-being and leading great life with a woman

I was excited by great creators and almost as a rule all of them were unsuccessful

after twenty years I realised that a lot of people are afraid of success

they are afraid of being unsuccessful but even more of success

while preparing for the Rose of Wandering I realised that God is success

that’s when I surrendered to the success because I wanted to make the

Rose of Wandering

I wasn’t afraid any more of ugliness and banality of success

ever since then I was trying to succeed every day and yet I experienced so many failures

holly failures

four years ago I realised I wanted the greatest success

the success that comes after the success of every being and all beings

failures encourage me

failures help me be healthy

failures help me get a bit more money

every moment of life is a success

success is that I set myself free from the curious look

the successful ones are the petty blue flowers that have appeared in the grass

let’s go my words

there’s no other way

for whomever there’s no other way come with us

towards one source

towards the source of all sources

towards the ripple within the heart of every being

the source of all sources is in every being

the source within me is turning into words

I’m waving to You through words

they are walking

they are flowing

they are flying

they are shining

words

I’m warming up my knees with my hands

I freeze – I kiss my heels

I spread my arms in front of the screen

I’m hugging all beings

when nails are nailed into the trees screams can’t be heard

flowers are not talking about their pain

pain bloom through pleasure in all beings

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the beauty of short words makes a letter out of me

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tremble

for two days now I’m in Heidi’s company

it feels nice

I recognize that all these years she’s been living within me

ever since I first read about her

Heidi I’m coming

I put the warm clothes on and it feels really nice on this cold weather

I’m circling my head to reduce the pain in the left side of my nape

last night I dreamt about the mystical unity of all beings and I wept

on the face of the world was written I love you

the name of the world is I Love You

everything loves everything

the flock of siskins flown over me

a girl and a big guy are running towards me. at certain

moment guy heavily exhaled from strain. when they came

close to me I told them let’s go let’s go and they both smiled at me

through writing I’m constantly saying to myself let’s go let’s go

I love You crow who noticed that I’m watching You

I love You run over earthworm

with every inhale I’m inhaling what all beings exhaled

with every exhale I’m feeding all beings

I’m inhaling You grass

I love-kiss You moss on the trees

I love-kiss You beetroots which are waiting for me in the Nest

before I went for a walk I wrote down all physical problems and pains I’ve got

next to each of the sixteen body parts I wrote

the year in which I started feeling problems or pain

after that list I felt happier and hence healthier

I’d love to be healthy and when I get sick to heal myself

on my own and with Your love. with no money doctors or medications

I wrote under the list

after that I went on porn sites. and as always I absorbed God’s goodness and

beauty with which those people who were surrendering to each other were exuding

sexual pleasure is the experience of innocence and paradise

sexual pleasure protects people from horror that people are doing to each other

sex is like God and money abused. but nobody and nothing

can take away the rectitude thoughtfulness and innocence from sex

streams are running into rivers. rivers into seas. seas into oceans

winds are blowing through valleys. fogs are falling down on earth

seeds are disappearing into the fruit

horses are entering mares

poem

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getting

into

soul

somebody into nobody

the face of this old man is good like the bread he is chewing on

four year old boy is crossing the street in front of his mother and two year old

sister by jumping from one to the other white strip of zebra crossing. he is a great

hero which is now jumping on the other side of the street. my heart is smiling from joy

four year boy is a doctor of all beings and he even doesn’t know it

I’d love to be healthy and when I get sick to heal myself

on my own and with Your love. with no money doctors or medications

Mina sent me and e-mail yesterday that she would love if I’d change this blessing into

dear God, infinite love, I want to be healthy and

thank You because I’m healthier and happier each day

and because I won’t have to give money for doctors and medications

Mina thank You for the health

wet snow is falling

I’m going

I’ve noticed that I’m going

it’s wonderful to go

go

go

go

what a beautiful word

to go ahead

to go backwards

to go to the side

to go in circle

to go in one place

to go to go

to go while dancing

to go while singing

to go while hugging

to go while love-kissing

to go while going

to go through God

to go through You

to go through a part

to go through walking

to go through going

to go through death

to go through life

to go through resurrection

to go through eternity

to go through being towards all beings

to go

go

go

go

go

go

go

go

go

moment

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you

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poem

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made

you

in

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moment

some poems are singing the creation

other poems are creating singing

create

me

sing

me

I’m on the lake

I’d love if You were here

wet snow is falling on my face

it’s been said that human brain is working only 5-10%

I’m walking through 90-95% of the rest of brain

I’m clearing up the brain with love of all beings

the name of every subsequent step is I’m Not Afraid

everything that has ever lived and that will ever live lives in a brain

Bud of All Beings is consisted only out of 100% of brain

brain is God

I’m thinking of the prayer and I’m smiling

I’m thinking of how Your pain could disappear and I’m wishing You that

joy kisses and fucks You with joy

health kisses and fucks You with health

freedom kisses and fucks You with freedom

transformation kisses and fucks You with transformation

loyalty kisses and fucks You with loyalty

love kisses and fucks You with love

success kisses and fucks You with success

amen

I just say God hold me on my legs and I don’t need anything else –

says younger woman to the older one while getting out of the cafe on the lake

every blessing is certain new discovery of certain new America

most exciting in the world is to be in this blessing

I’m leaving the lake

two more kilometres to the Nest

through the streets Visoka Kirovljeva and Pozeska

in Pozeska street I love the most dogs that are living on the street

wet fine snow is constantly falling

I’ve lost blue glasses

I’ve been looking for them for last half an hour

after taking the photo of my face and snowology I was cold

so I carelessly took the heat out of my pocked and along with it

my glasses probably fell out on the snow or on the path so somebody already took them

I will try for some more to rake through the snow with this stick

I didn’t find them this time either. I was wearing them from this summer

instead of the ones that were broken by the ball that suddenly flown to me

I came to the lake joyful and with the glasses and I’m leaving sad and without glasses

I’m now left just with hope that somebody will find them when the snow thaws out

but next week will be cold and the snow probably won’t thaw out

I’m sad because I’ve been careless

whenever I lose something I always feel guilty

the traumas from loosing things in the childhood suddenly come to life again

sometimes I dream about it too

all I can do now is to drink wine in the honour of blue glasses

things are alive just like machines

things are simpleminded unselfish and they are constantly helping out

beds. tables. chairs

clothes. shoes

papers. pens. books

whores

saints

teachers of surrendering

beloved things

14:14

clocks

once

with no

intention

I have hurt

Dragan Sakan

this is the

resurrection of

Dragan Sakan

in the honour of blue glasses I’m ashamed of all ugly thoughts

for the immortality of all of those I’ve hurt I raise the arm of immortality

losing something is little death

to hurt somebody is greater death

God’s joys

the frames of blue glasses and of those broken by the ball as well as those I’m working

with at the computer and those I’m reading with are gift from Sloboodan Vratonjic

something

so

gentle

un-losable

all-belonging

believe me

writing is courage

anything is everything

sanctity of incest

weakness through stimulation

stimulation through freedom

freedom of surrendering to the other

I drew 333^rd drawing of Good Walker during the

333^rd walking of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

333 walkings of success – God’s success

333 walkings of love – to the higher intelligence

333 walkings of loyalty – to people

333 walkings of transformation – to spirits of nature

333 walkings of freedom – to animals

333 walkings of health – to plants

333 walkings of joy – to minerals

voices from the other side of the lake can be heard

that is because of the water and snowy silence

I’m enjoying the patterns that soles left after them on the snow

snowy whiteness and silence are like silence of thick white paper

in the midst of the whiteness midday love bells have started to ring

a bird from the lake said something and the bird on the branch answered back to her

sometimes I slip over the slick ice

snow is the winter sea

snow is bathing

I love when I mention snow in the summer

blue snow

it was falling for few days and now it only whitens that blue snow

lake’s dogs are nibbling on the bones thrown in the snow

I’m thinking of teeth and jaws of animals which are crushing bones like bread

I’m leaving the lake I’m leaving the winter silence

333^rd walking is coming to an end

I’m going towards 666^th walking. and then towards 999^th walking

333 walkings for free bread

here is the hand

333 walkings of the Bud of All Being’s immortality

here is the soul

333 walkings-clearing-ups of 90-95% of the future brain-gardens of all-love

here is the mind

grannies are selling first snowdrops on the street

last night I caught the cold from ever more colder wall I’m sleeping next to

every day some kind of hardship

Yours glory God

I set off with new glasses

they are great for watching TV but I felt as if I shrunk in the street

last glasses were making me taller

I was struggling for an hour

I was despondent

I was carrying my burden

a thought of going again to the optician was additionally pressing me

then I took off the glasses and I felt as if I started to fly

I decided not to wear them in the street

I stopped by the optician after all and he seemed to have fixed them

in any case he was kind and that always means the most to me

technicalities are the hardship

exercises of self-comprehension

pains and hardships are singling me out and killing me

I am dead until pains and hardships become the part of the wholeness

here from last night also the prostate pain

and today’s snowdrops

and grannies

magnificent

François Villon

imperishable spirit is singing of perishability

care

about

me

You

will

be

reborn

love-kiss

me

and

You

will

never

die

affirm

my

singing

creating

and

walking

and

You

will

be

celebrated

I am the one

I am You are I

one

everything

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all

all I all

all

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I’m thinking for too long now how to start the first blessing and that’s

why it’s better to start right away so that I wouldn’t think any more

I’ve just heard that Slavko Bogdanovic’s mother passed away these days

blade

beautiful woman told me that the lace on my left shoe was untied

when the shoelace untied for the second time today I wanted to write about it but I

gave up. when it untied for the third time then as well I thought of writing about it

but I gave up this time as well. now I’m writing about it because of this woman

absence of joy also makes joy

Your absence makes Your presence

the sun has wormed me up and closed my eyes

while I was taking the photo of this street dog

I saw in his eyes much more sorrow than mine

I’m constantly thinking of the sad dog

dog blade

the space is waiting for our love

it’s written in one of the graffiti by the Hippodrome

is it cold – a young gipsy asks me. no it’s not. and what

about You – I’m asking him. here I’m doing what I can

here I’m also doing what I can

I’m leaning towards the screen

I’m touching the screen’s light

white is the whiteness on which I’m writing

something so old and yet eternally young is writing these words on the electronic paper

through words I’m conveying the beauty of the words

through words I’m conveying the art of conveying the words

through words I am the sad dog

through words I am the gypsy who’s trying to do whatever he can

through words I am Slavko Bogdanovic’s mother

through words I am something so Beckett-like

so Walser-like

Zeljko Radic

electronic letter from Zeljko Radic has warmed up my heart

encouraged

blade

tomorrow I’ll make the blessings out of this letter

I’m postponing

postponement of the pleasure is the art of presence

right away

soon

down the Pozeska street

three boys are imitating limping and rolling with laughter

conductors with yellow markings are crossing to the other side of the street

poor people’s skinny black horse

a pile of leftover snow around the tree

an older sister is carrying the younger sister’s backpack

a greasy paper thrown away after the eaten sandwich

icy magic in the gutter

torn wire on the negligent windows

wherever I look I see the rust

ashes against the ice

lumps of snow in the paddle

the moss of the pediment wall

window glass painted white

the smell of alcohol in the breath of a man going down the Visoka street

plastic dish with milk for the street cats

big dry plane tree leaf on the concrete path

a little branch

dog’s lifted tail

small piece of wood unappealing like a lot of things

that the beauty of the world consists of

sublime enchanting of unappealing

wind starts carrying the little dry leaf

number 113 stamped on the concrete post

from the chipped reinforced concrete a reinforcement bar is sticking out

yellow green brown seat of the seesaw

leftover snow on the green iron swing

rose bush tied up with a rope

yellow metal post pulled out of soft dump ground

water waves are overflowing the frozen parts of the lake

a woman with the red jacket has leaned on the tree with her back

moist corner of the yard full of unnecessary-necessary things

thin traces of water are running down like little snakes

half burned match

rusted creased can

enchanting unappealness of the sublime

I turned around after one beautiful woman

but I was surprised that she also turned around so

for a faction of a second I lost the balance and fell down heavily

did you brake something – asked me an older woman who was

climbing up the slope I fell down. no I didn’t – I answered her. good for

you – she added. I’m sorry for scaring you – I told her while I was getting up

it’s slippery. I saw how you fell – said

a young street cleaner hundred meters later

I wasn’t hurt only a bit of the skin on my palms was stripped off on the sharp frozen snow

it’s incredible how everything changes in the fraction of a second

yesterday I’ve heard of wonderful wise old woman who has left all her

savings to the people who were kind to her in the everyday life

devastating simplicity

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I’m caressing Your heart

strengthening the liver

life be worthy of singing of

singing is a prayer

the prayer of resurrection

of all beings to all beings

love for all beings resurrects every being

the artist of everything in every being

the poet of being in all beings

walker

faller

gentleness of Your smile

Your belly is trembling Your breast are shaking

senses of immortality are nurturing mortal senses

blue tendrils on Your thighs and breasts

dedication is above the reason

taste of the loneliness unites all beings

a girl is watching a boy who is standing on the edge of the lake and watching the water

I am excited by Your excitement with me

all for one and one for all beats anybody and anything

all for one and one for all loses after great victories if it doesn’t

find out or if it’s forgetting that All For One And One For All is the name of God

love is hungry

loyalty is thirsty

have a bite of me

have a sip