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LOVE OF SEX
hey 22501st day of my life do you recognise me my foolery alive sentence which is shaping me I’m Yours innocence of the innocence rhythms of all rhythms freedom fraternity equality a circle spins within a circle truth is truthing within truth forest is a forester to the forest Mary Magdalene . – full-stop . – Gala I’m waving at You cosmically Nemanja Bjelogrlic princess of the beggars beggar to the princesses forester is loyal to the forest young cows are grazing in the valley wild-woman in the beginning of the blessing transforms through fucking in the end of the blessing into the noble-woman jaws of loyalty these days I’m swimming twice a day I immerse myself you’re swimming like an orca – says Mirjana who is swimming near by I immerse myself and think in the water I create shapes of mystical language to which I’m loyal mystical poet – a husband of art poet of mystical – a wife of art to the forester of loyalty lumberjack of friendship death is transformation sex of love
FORTY YEARS OF ONE MAN GOD
22502nd day of my life forty years ago I made first photo of One Man. today I made four hundred eightieth sexuality of all years of my life permeates me sexuality of every being permeates me a moment ago I read short diary of One Man. here are few notes I was swimming yesterday in Danube in the pouring rain each photo of One Man should be printed in 50x35 centimetres size and this series should be exhibited in the nature on the street in the city in the river in the air… at this moment this series is 168 metres long reasonless hope is the only hope for me alone. rejected. left. loyal to the boyhood I am a guardian of love. guardian of love creates love through peace and duration I create love condition of love precedes creation two days ago I glued the photos of One Man. I haven’t been doing that for two years. the work is more and more magnificent. it’s becoming more and more so live work. I’m grateful to God because he enabled me to be God as well I don’t know when I became God. as well as I don’t know when did I become a man but at this moment I named this diary One God’s diary. at this moment I’m making a decision to change the name of the work One Man into the name one man god 3rd August 2008 you are cuming in my mouth – God – one and only man keep on cuming in my mouth God and never stop last photo of one man god will be the photo of my face right after my death. if there is somebody to take it I salute You Miroslav Mandic who have exhibited Your face to all beings forty years ago miraculous is so ordinary ordinariness is the most miraculous truly nobody ever died truly every love immortalises every being truly I am a wedding truly every word is my face truly I wish success to every being truly the face of each being is the face of God truly there is no humour without renouncement of humour truly I’m dancing truly my pussy is a beauty loyal to a boy truly my dick is goodness devoted to a girl unimportance is truly regenerating unnoticed is truly divine presence love-kissing is truly one and only language one man is truly God g o d
SINGING THROUGH SWIMMING
day of my life wind on the naked skin wild mirabelle plum swim in the fresh water of this blessing sweat is pouring all over my body streams of sweat are caressing me smell of melons in the freshness of the morning art of consecution I picked up overripe apricot from the asphalt and ate it nobleness is not to hurt heat is creeping in the buildings and things the art of nomadic conversation is fucking good thing just look at me I give You my heart within the words I give You the sea deep blue science-technics-economy-profit child hero freedom brotherhood equality of all beings creation of love-kissing love-kissing of believing believing of being being of wandering wandering of the rose rose of the path path I sweat is leaking more and more it pours rain of sweat it slips me over myself I love You my friend grapes are ripening
MONEY THAT I HAVE CREATED FALLS ONTO ALL BEINGS LIKE A WARM RAIN
don’t expect anything special from today’s blessings here I am I’m moving with the whole of my body I’m crying my frogs I love you warm up my knees I love-kiss – I love-kiss You – that’s why I’m telling You – You are not worthy of my love warm up my feet smells basil I’m gently thinking of olive and sunflower oil I found out this morning that the new economic crisis is coming that new wars are coming in order to draw attention from the misery and to fill even more the pockets of the winners don’t give up my love sing poem revitalise pussy wake up dick I’m not afraid of greed I’m not afraid of superiority I’m circling within little circles I create money for all beings I played football yesterday with Mirjana a ball was good today my Achilles’ tendons and heels are painful and I’m happy knowledge of path is nothing compared to the path itself knowledge of love is nothing compared to the love itself knowledge book is nothing compared to the knowledge of the book enemy of mine I love-kiss You it’s Saturday. a week in which there was nobody to celebrate forty years of one man god with my unknown woman let’s celebrate this moment the honesty of beggary breaks my heart gratitude to the poorness excitement with goodness god to god god
WORK OF JOY
whoever wants to be in now they should read and be in my blessings now of the wind now of the orgasm now of the justice now of the insouciance now of the unreasonableness now of the heavy bosoms now of the blue veins on the thighs now gives its life to each now each Jovan a poem of the haemorrhoids love for the shrivelled feet loyalty to the big areolae boyish heroism cleanses each girl from importance girl’s loneliness brings closer each boy to love earth is happy to give birth trees are happy to spring up something yearns to be looked at I am all-fucking – the only cure from jealousy – one and only love I love to plough the Universe I love lo lick not-licked I love to embrace not-embraced here is one of the myriad combinations of the one and only for You happy birthday to my twenty three year old girl I’m sending You the joy of my body that is curling up around Your body while I’m listening to this music this is me swimming under water this is me signing under the Universe this is me kneeling in Your heart love-kissing all beings this is me acclaiming to all sprouting that has saved people from being stodgy I love to love-kiss because there is no end to love-kissing I love to fuck because there is no fucking without love I love to be fucked because one can’t be fucked without resurrection I love that I’m singing this blessing too
EVERYTHING SURRENDERS TO EVERYTHING
the heat of the day is coming in through the open window
they say that it’s going to get cooler tonight
I sleep naked but I sweat all night
everything is good. coldness as well as heat. rain as well as snow. as well as wind
every word is good. every movement. every number. every oath
big transoceanic ship is parting from the dock
cowbells are ringing
a donkey is braying
a mare is smiling
Fernando Pessoa is writing
it’s irretrievable what I’m writing
a strap is slowly slipping down her shoulder
he is slowly getting down the stairs
he is gazing into his own thought which is watching him
a ball is flying high
everything attracts each other
love is one
a column of ants is meandering
figs are sweeter and sweeter
sit here and put Your feet in the sea
the donkey is still braying
it’s Tuesday
water in the lake is warmer and warmer
never forget that You are loved
never forget that You are love-kissed
resin is slipping down the tree trunk
sexuality is surrendering to goodness
thinking is surrendering to singing
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THANK YOU BLESSINGS
I’m still sleepy without will last night when I was swimming my left ear became clogged and it still is my tongue again began to sting I’m pitiful but I can only start from that I hope that I will get better with each blessing I’m really sleepy I’d love to read Keith Richards’ book Life I’ll buy it today on Ban’s Hill if they have it here I’d love to swim but I don’t know if it’s good to swim because of my ear the thought that I’m in God’s hands calms me good thoughts are so mellow last night I thought that during 33 day long writing of the Poem about poem it would probably be the best if I would read David’s Psalms sun light got stronger. I thought – I’ll be swimming if You think that something else would be better to read during those 33 days let me know let me know even million years from now this blessing is the testimony of that year 1.002.011 today’s blessings are really going hard but they’re moving now it visible even with a naked eye that I moved away I nearly started to fly bees swallows Gypsies I love-kiss you locked up ones I love-kiss you molested ones I love-kiss you life I love-kiss You immortal life You sing the life of immortality I bow to Your love a bitch is licking nobleness a picture of beauty sings the goodness of the words I’m carrying a handful of good words in my arms and I’m surrendering it to Your arms I’m dozing off I’m yawning
HEROICALLY
I drank coffee but I haven’t written a single blessing I’m struggling I didn’t feel like getting up yesterday instead of thirteen kilometres I walked just six all of it is good. that’s poetry as well crumpling softening sensations in my head I was scrubbing a bit over the bathroom stove and kitchen sink I cut my nails made the second coffee red cows love the purple sky this weakness is precious I love-kiss you monks and nuns I love-kiss so that anyone who is going awry can endure these blessings that I’m writing so hard are so glorious if my stomach wouldn’t hurt from too much coffee I would have made a third cup of coffee it’s heroic to write without coffee too it’s heroic to write without any heroism endure Miroslav endure great is yearning for tiny tiny are the stars on the sky planet Earth is not even visible from the stars these words can’t be seen either even though they can’t be seen these words exist they are they love-kiss they embrace whole Universe to their chests they kiss every being with their lips I stretched out from pleasure a drop of love is enough for the whole Universe in ten minutes noon noon
WEDDING
last night with help of Biljana Roncevic I made up for seven kilometres from two days ago and I made tree kilometres more we walked to Rakovica and then through the forest in the dark it’s wonderful how dark excites and scares after a long walk heels and Achilles’ tendons are hurting me more a problem with my ear is still there as well as the sensations in my head great glaciers are floating smells hay belly dancer’s belly is trembling each miracle is God’s life is not constant birth and dying but constant wedding the secret of being is within the secret of wedding of the one and only being lie is deadly and boring superiority is stupid and ugly butterflies and flowers are being wedded elephants and mice are being wedded spaces and times are being wedded my name is Miroslav Mandic First-Wedded Miroslav Mandic Your Only Husband Miroslav Mandic Your Only Wife may it be Your way palm of my right hand is on the greatest distance from the left palm all-embrace if my stomach wouldn’t hurt from too much coffee I would have made a second cup of coffee I love when small changes make that even more so I love always prescribes to everything always forever bestows everyone with forever washed grey laundry and clothes are drying on the poor people’s balcony yesterday’s twenty three kilometres are yesterday’s today’s kilometres are waiting for me every moment everything all over again wedding approving butterflies in words
IT’S NICE TO WRITE POEMS
nobody me to write the most beautiful poem ever written everything I write is a poem every poem is the most beautiful poem while the wind is blowing the smell of lavender into my face my heart is suffering after your heart all poems are singing love every poem is god in seventeen days I will start writing the Poem About Poem I’m more and more fragile I’m enjoying Keith Richard’s Life I’m excited with everyone’s life everyone’s life is a fucking good story everyone sings their own life what are you doing – I’m singing my life everyone’s name and surname is a mystery until recently this wouldn’t even be a poem from recently this is god itself I’m your glory all of a sudden peach a ball placed into the empty space my beloved crazy-woman you smell of loyalty centuries are needed so that this poem could be written not even a moment is needed for the life to liven up not even life is needed so that you my love could recognise yourself within this poem if you love somebody think of the rejected ones leastways for me fuck it keeps on pouring s i s i n g g s t a t t t a t t o o i n g i n g I’m delivering creation I’m creating singing p o e m i s o n l y g r a t i t u d e I swear by my mother it’s divine it’s good to read and live this poem Ivana just told me that Amy Winehouse is gone forever
TEARS OF MUSIC ARE CONSTANTLY FALLING DOWN MY FACE
fragility mesmerises me love excites me and calms me I’m listening Amy Winehouse and writing after Amy’s death life will be even more life Amy is a wife of life Amy is a husband of love on the link Bud within miroslavmandic.name site from today I will put every day one photo entitled music that’s how music will reach 9th August 2011 and Poem About Poem I adore music that is more than music I adore fucking that is more than fucking I adore poem that is more than poem drops of sweat on Your bosoms astrology of Your feet numerology of Your palms ontology of Your belly button You – as if it’s me You – like when seas are talking to the sky You – beauty of horse’s dick in the goodness of mare’s pussy You – accepting nurturing and love-kissing my words thunder of great silence tenderness of lightening in Your palms on my body wise are the unspoken words confession is sexual sexuality is confessed through singing peace is a great dick of the universe your tattoo is beautiful – a saleswoman told me beauty of all worlds interflows in goodness of this blessing just gravitate and get gravid – gravid me my love while reading Keith Richard’s Life these days I’ll be listening Rolling Stones Radio on iTunes all the time it’s nice to live and admire great lives of certain people it’s so sexy it’s even nicer to live and admire everyone’s life that’s rather music most beautiful is to admire life which constantly – always and forever – flows through me – You – through every being that’s actually God
LOVE-KISS MY HEART
I love transparency of words trembling with love I’m walking supporting those who are walking naked in the landscape earth is naked sky is naked goodness is naked beauty is naked lips are naked I’m ploughing You my sea I’m waiting You my friend I bow to You tissue we are traveling through the number one path every path is good every rose is beautiful Your palm on my left Achilles’ tendon and heel feels so nice for the first time in my life I thought about what is now happening within walnuts ask me which woman am I thinking of today ask me about hundred of my hundred I-better lists ask me about the button on my shirt just fly and don’t ask in the open sea birds are landing on ships in open loves beings are flying towards God open poem is a pillow to each being adding licking purring rocking and rolling dancing and singing fucking is the only friendship nowhere even a trace of the trace a house of wandering wandering of wandering music of bud I want more and more
MUSIC OF WHITENESS
poem two words god’s beauty manifestation street man across carries plastic bag dumpster over loaded poems are self-sung billboard two men beautiful girl between form sometimes sings sometimes screams unexpectedly in deep shade I’m waiting green-light enjoy in yourself I-love-you so much a gaze draws me so I start following it there is more and more tattooed girls and boys a smell of the goats in the woods feels good I smiled at the caterpillar which was crossing the road little stone that I accidentally kicked was bouncing like a little boy mayonnaise delicates 21,90 dinars mayonnaise vital 29,90 dinars tarator sauce 42,90 dinars tomatoes domestic 38,92 dinars integral flatbread 59,00 dinars I’m on the Rolling Stones’ concert in Buenos Aires in 2006 every word contains at least a bit of a quip clarity saves from horror come let’s go Jean-Luc Godard strong brandy pines are reflexing in the water I make paradise out of every word everything that isn’t paradise is boring be my everything I am to you I poem be worthy of everybody’s butthole in the afternoon I will dress myself in white I will wait for two girls white cloud white mare white w h i t w h i t e t i h w t i h w white bud
I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE
white is white. white is not cocaine the swastika is the swastika. the swastika is not fascism a five-pointed star is a five-pointed star. a five-pointed star is not communism rainbow colours are rainbow colours. rainbow colours are nor lgbt flag a flag is a flag. a flag is not a state the crescent moon is the crescent moon. the crescent moon is not Islam the cross is the cross. the cross is not Christianity a pussy is a pussy. a pussy is not a swearword a dick is a dick. dick is not vulgar silence is silence. silence is not Cage’s I love you white. I love you all colours I love You swastika. I love you all symbols I love You five-pointed star. I love you all points I love You rainbow colours I love You flags I love You crescent moon. I love You cross I love You pussy. I love You dick I love You silence. I love You silence as music. I love You music Miroslav Mandic is Miroslav Mandic. Miroslav Mandic is not Miroslav Mandic I love you Miroslav Mandic everything that is created is created through love I l o v e I l o v e - kiss you k i s s y o u y o u l o v e - k i s s y o u l o v e - k i s s me s s i k - e v o l u o y s s i k - e v o l u o y ssik-evol I – ssik-evol uoy now is always and forever like love don’t give up – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic – eternity is just a moment don’t give up – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic – love love-kisses You don’t give up – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic – I beg of You love for the love’s sake don’t give up hungry ones – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic don’t give up killed ones – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic don’t give up endangered species – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic don’t give up path – don’t give up rose – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic I’m budding Your bud
I-YOU-I
hey what’s this now always the same one love one poem one God there is a lot of paths – one path is that there is a lot of roses – one rose is that a girl and two boys a bus is stopping on the green light I just snap with my finger and the poem is created greatest is enough lamb lamb music there are less and less words abundance canes girls canes those big grass blades we are enjoying in each other our eyes are shutting down our nostrils widening baby I should buy a new photo camera if you’d see me now it would make you laugh I lift my hand up in order to wave at You and I see that You have lifted Yours I remember how in my childhood some of the older ones would sometimes say screw me everything the world is not what it used to be because the world is never what it used to be I encourage You on encouragement undertaking I endeavour You undertaking through endeavour I-You-I it gurgles it murmurs remember when we together watch at one spot it all comes down to the same
I-I-I
I-you-I yo-I-u I-I-I I god I-I-I I-I-I I-I-I I-I-I I-I-I I-I-I I-I-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-I-I I-I-I I-I-I I-I-I I-I-I I-I-I I-I-I baby I’m god everyone is I everyone is you to the other everyone is to the other what is the other to everyone I am you to you you are I to me I I I I o n e I b b u d d trauma is when somebody hurt me horror is when I hurt somebody trauma is when ego is hurt horror is when being is being killed ten days till the Poem About Poem how should I begin it’s important that I love-kiss it will begin on its own I believe You poem with one tone I will come tomorrow around six to try and get this sorrow out through openness obedience to arch-trust c o n f e c o n f e s s i o n s i o n confession is a beautiful news the one who loves doesn’t mean any harm Korean wisdom I’m writing with lips white rose on the table t h a t h a t a h t a h t baby you are my god
LETS
I am god dear god only through you I am god as well without you I’m neither god nor I would want to be god nor I would believe in god yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I fuckable surrendering to myself surrendering to the magic of unknown unknown is loyal to the known known is a bow to the unknown it’s easy to live if I surrender to the life itself to the whirling of the water in the drain to the wattle basket knitting to the language games does anyone know where is my book Philosophical Investigations by Ludwig Wittgenstein I love the fact that I don’t put a question mark after the question water drips from my red rags for wiping the floor after wiping the floor sea is sexual plain is sexual corns are sexual prayer is sexual love is the most sexual many words that I have pronounced will sprout like god my beloved whore I love-kiss Your transformation my beloved whore I love-kiss Your loyalty my beloved whore I love-kiss Your service waves are lifting up and throwing themselves into the waves’ arms there will never be what already was there is no return resurrection it will be more beautiful and better it’s more beautiful and better now right now our love overflows into the hearts of all beings there is no moss on the rollin’ stones fuck it there is no end to the end final konec son fin end kraj
LOVE-KISS THE LOVE-KISS
I am god dear god only through you I am a man as well without you nor I am a man nor I would want to be a man nor I would trust a man yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I it feels great to write these words enjoy yourself through enjoying in me between you and me there is eternal war which yearns to be transformed in love actually by you and me I love half-war states that are overcoming the war I am the name of all narcotics I am a junkie of all God’s stimulations in one moment life is nothing else but the one of Novi Sad for Mi and Iv drops are not dropping You are my doctor contrite love of mine angels are sawing wood they are greasing the saw with bacon dance over my body sing within my soul resurrect within my mind don’t be blinded by love every day yearns to be beautiful day for all days may nobody be a wreck and may the word wreck live forever next Tuesday the Poem about Poem begins mysterious are these words which are talking about the mystery of words a word next to the word and there’s a path a word by word and there’s a story words are delightful testimony about words enjoy my words the same way I enjoy Your enjoying I think I’ve already written how Danube enjoys the word Danube I love enjoyment that creates and I don’t like enjoyment that destroys I’m moving away as much as I’m moving away that much I’m coming closer to You I think I’ve already written also that my heels and Achilles’ tendons are hurting from 10th January 2011 drink joy and beauty every day eat health and goodness every day everyday – my every day little sister take a look at take a look
PRACTICING LOVE
I am god dear god only through you am I a poet as well without you nor am I a poet nor would I want to be a poet nor would I believe in poem yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I soil is sparkling I’m waiting for you blessings pictures are coming down into the heart relationship is a sanctity swine of mine thank You for teaching me not to cast pearls before swine our misunderstandings are a lot greater fuckup then our fuckings wow how a young sales woman was delighted last night by the tattoo on my temple that young lady filled me with love to fill somebody else with love is God’s joy young lady I love-kiss you forever I put the white rose bud on my palm. I’m watching it love-kissing. it’s petals are trembling. all beings are love-kissed I love You love love love-kiss all unloved ones sometimes it’s the most important to love-kiss the love itself so that love would survive sometimes love isn’t anything else but practicing love love-kissing the air love-kissing the unnoticed love-kissing the uncomprehended love-kissing accidental passers-by practising love is a gratitude to the sanctity of the life itself life itself is God’s breath I don’t put anything on my palm and I imagine that I’ve put the whole Universe. I’m watching it. love-kissing it. it’s vibrations are trembling. all beings are love-kissed all three dried up roses on my table are beautiful wow how beautiful it is to have a small amount of things wow how good it is to love-kiss everything sometimes practicing love is nothing else but wonderful tears that are coming from the depths of being and are not pity but celebrating cry kisses sometimes practicing love is nothing else but love for practicing practice me beauty practice me goodness beaudness of mine – gooty of mine through soft lips of unprotectedness
THE ART OF PATIENCE
I am god only through you am I an artist as well without you nor am I an artist nor would I want to be an artist nor I would believe in art yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I morning freshness is coming through open window and balcony doors from this morning I’m not listening Rolling Stones. yesterday I finished reading Keith Richard’s Life. I enjoyed enormously I’m listening jazz right now from few days ago I love listening classical music in the evening when I’m putting things on the internet I love tender mornings walkouts into the infinity the infinity of these moments infinity of these slow words slow gazes tender mornings are slow tenderness is always slow slowness is tender decisions are tender writing of I am You are I poems is tender writing of blessings is tender accepting the other is tender surrendering to the other is even more tender freshness is still getting in through the open window and balcony doors grapes are slowly coming to me patience is a gift of great lovers patience is in deepest relationship with the greatest speed patience means being worthy of sex shake it baby shake it when You are completely calm forever I will tell You everything about You everything about You is everything about me being patient means being saved drink from my feet eat from my palm bath in my words sleep in my steps never enough I want it again