Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I am god

dear god

only through you

am I a walker as well

without you

nor am I a walker

nor would I want

to be a walker

nor I would believe in walking

yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I

I’m sorry that instead of practicing love we had to dig the dirt of relationships

it was written in an e-mail I got last night around midnight

that’s why we’ll proclaim that mud as practicing of love

it’s really tiring and boring everything ugly that happens within relationships

relationship is a sanctity but very often it turns into the thwarting…

I’m leaving that

but since I’m still here – here are few words about

beautiful new Canon PowerShot A800 photo camera that I bought

yesterday but I was sad when I couldn’t download the photos from it

that’s how I need to be patient and wait until somebody does it for me

I thought that even today I will be taking photos with it and enjoy

because it’s display is a lot larger than on my present camera. that will help

me to watch through it what I’m taking photo of with greater thoughtfulness and joy

hey it’s Friday

I took a photo of my new camera taking photo of this page

little

poem

lead

me

what You feel right now it is You among all beings

grass is green

it’s wonderful how grass is not giving up

I’m listening how Miles Davis’ trumpet and John Lee Hooker’s guitar are mingling

that’s a good relationship

what a pleasure

my butt cheeks are jigging on their own

Miles and John are talking

they are agreeing through the trumpet and the guitar

relationship is constant agreement

agreement is the only fucking

fucking is only when it’s forever and constant

now Sony Rollins is blowing

wow how I enjoy certain people

then that fine difference between trumpet and saxophone

all guilt of this this world evaporates through me into the vastness of heavens

guilt is being transformed in the heavens and

it’s falling onto this world like a sudden rain of love

I’m crackling with my lips towards the screen – I’m kissing You

I’m winking at these words that I’m writing

these

are

the

twenty

four

words

of

the

poem

that

you

can

tattoo

in

your

heart

to

guard

and

love-kiss

you

always

and

forever

ask me once what did Vuja say to Kajka about her and her best friend

the same way always and forever are together in my one and only now that’s

how we are always and forever together You and I in one and only love eternity

amen

I am god

dear god

only through you

am I a husband as well

without you

nor am I a husband

nor would I want

to be a husband

nor I would believe in love

yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I

loneliness of mine You are not alone I am with You

great husbands are alone because they are creating yet uncreated love

one more day closer to the Poem About Poem

approval

through approving I make good the approved

(in Serbian it has a meaning of making good the approved, t.n.)

I’m telling you nicely approve me what I tell You

I’m approving writing through singing

today I’ve made first photographs with the new photo camera

I love the photography more and more as a primary picture not as a technology

everything that is I approve

approval is a mystery through which the tame ones love-kiss

through approval even stones are shedding tears for goodness

approve

me

approval

approve

me

through

approving

me

goodness approves beauty

beauty makes goodness more beautiful

make

my

approval

more

beautiful

approve

me

through

making

me

more

beautiful

rose

rose wine

I’d love to drink rose wine if the rose wine even exists

grapes are not sweet yet but I’ve heard that they

are being decorated with vine leaves to be sold easier

they say it’s Saturday today

Saturday like any other day is best for fucking

fucking You are a sanctity of all sanctities that’s why I surrender to You every moment

I fuck You fucking – fuck me fucking

love-kiss me love-kissing – I love-kiss You love-kissing

fucking You are so good that it hurts

love-kissing You hurt me with Your beauty

drink me fucking

eat me love-kissing

sleep me fucking and love-kissing

a boy is a path to a girl

a girl is a rose to a boy

one

is

the

bud

one

is

the

poem

one

is

god

morning joy of mine make all beings joyful

a child is standing on the edge of the dock watching the water

yes says the child to the water

yes is the deepest thinking

salt loves to be salt

statements to be statements

sub-statements to be sub-statements

tops of the tree tops are enjoying the sky vastness

roots are yearning for depths

yesterday I felt why are they saying that the widows are fucking the best

widows are fucking the best because they have been watching death in the eyes

dedicated to Kaja Mandic

instead of writing You about how excited I am about tomorrow’s beginning of writing

the Poem About Poem I will write You how I’m always excited while waiting for You

I can never have enough of that

but before I carry on writing I want to tell You about something

how false art is hiding behind personal debts and guilt

glamour

how greed is always unsuccessful

theatrical

how nobleness is constant modesty

male tenderness

recognition

beloved sameness

love-kissing through sameness

Abraham’s yes is here am I to you

here

am

I

to

you

while I’m waiting for You I am all yes

I feel Your yes

Your yes and my yes are one yes

we are getting breathless

instead of breathing we breathe yes

y

e

y  e  s  e  y

e

y

thighs of the Universe in the palms of Cosmos in the heart of Heavens

ah

beginning

on this day on 9^th August 1973 I got out of jail

two years before that during the hot August days I wrote the

Poem About Film because of which I was sentenced and imprisoned

I bow to You Poem About Film. I will in Your glory in days that

follow do 33 bows to poem through the text of Poem About Poem

I wrote the Poem About Film being twenty two years old and forty two years should

have passed so that I would write the Poem About Poem being sixty two years old

I

am

god’s

glory

and now here you go Miroslav. in front of you

are 1084 blessings. celebrate them through poem

I get up from the table in order to become the beginning of the poem through the deep bow

my eyes are full of tears. modesty oh modesty sing me

modesty

you

are

the

poem

of

the

beginning

every moment is the beginning

my belly is trembling

beginning is a body of freedom

with the body in the body

my tears are drying

I fuck You with the tears

all of a sudden I felt I won’t even manage to begin

writing about the beginning and the end of the beginning will come

there is no coming back with the beginning

brain transformed

I am god

I am beginning

you are my poem

about my beginning

with which

I created you

through singing

today’s poem from the book I am You are I

beginning is a priori orgasm

orgasm before orgasm

a

poem

before

the

poem

is

the

poem

to

the

poem

kiss my nipples

shine within my words

I love You because You are my loyal I

beginning is everything – everything has begun

begin me beginning

a poem is the beginning of all-healing

Novalis’ love

blessed is the man that rejoices with trembling and that puts his trust in Him

every day I will read few Psalms of David for the Poem About Poem

j

u

s

t

b

e

g

i

n

t

r

e

m

b

l

i

n

g

it could have been different. it could have been a thousand different ways. but

it’s

obvious

that

poem

is

one

and

only

First philosophers were applying images on everything. Because poetry,

which is nothing else but applying images on thoughts, is older than prose.

I read these Kant’s words a moment ago while sitting on the toilet seat and reading his Logic

judge me, O LORD, according to my

righteousness and according to mine integrity that is in me

Psalm 7:8

out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast Thou ordained strength

Psalm 8:2

I loved film a lot when I was young

I was getting strength from it and I was surrendering myself to it completely

I learned from films to recognise enjoy surrender

and give myself away to male and female heroes

to the heroes of beauty and goodness

through film I vowed to the all-hero because when a hero isn’t

a hero to everybody then he is a hero for ones and a villain for others

that summer I was few months short of being twenty two

years old and few months after three decisions I made. to breakaway

with university studies because I felt that world evil is uprooted in the university

to breakaway with art because I’ve yearned for the

miraculous art and not for success career and surviving

to breakaway with film my first big love because film was

disgustingly expensive thing and completely within the hands of the powerful

it was very hot. it was Novi Sad. there were cigarette butts. there was asphalt. there was

huge sexuality and even greater loneliness. it was great power in front of the abyss

of meaninglessness. it was somebody who wasn’t there. those were

all bridges that I’ve burnt behind me

in one loft covered with sweat and wrapped in white sheets I was writing

Poem About Film as a farewell to film and the decision to make a film out of text

I made it since because of that text I was sentenced and last night

Ivana told me how reading and translating yesterday’s blessings she

had a feeling that just now forty years later am I finally getting out of the jail

the text was translated from Hungarian to Serbian by

Katalin Ladik and it was printed in Uj simpozion. I’m going to take a look

at the Poem About Film which I don’t have in original and in which end is written

The text was rewritten based on the need for basic translation of the

Poem About Film inscription which was sent to the Local Court by the

District Prosecutor’s Office. It was rewritten for internal needs and it will be

at the disposal of members of the Youth Forum’s Council, members of the Chair

of the Municipal Conference of the Youth Union and members of the Secretariat of the

Province Conference of the Youth Union.

POEM ABOUT FILM

a fourteen verse sonnet about film

Thanks to the revolutions. But no thanks!

Thanks to the geese. Remember and get back.

I’m writing to my friends hoping that this text finds them

in good physical health, spiritual happiness and love…

that’s how the Poem About Film begins and eleventh

twelfth and thirteenth part of the text are three of my – shortest – screenplays

REVOLUTION

screenplay

When?   Now

Why?   Just because

How?   Like This

Instructions for making this film. For film Revolution nor film camera, nor cameraman,

director, screenplay writer, costume designer, set designer, actors, nor extras are needed.

The film is being recorder live. This film should be recorded every day until the day of death.

JOSIP BROZ TITO

screenplay

To record the colour photo of Josip Broz Tito in one shot that would last for two hours.

Camera is static. Along with the end caption speaker says: This was Josip Broz Tito

WORKERS

screenplay

To record all workers in Yugoslavia. One take

one worker. Worker says his or hers personal information

twenty two year old Miroslav Mandic I’m on your side

you were on your own against everybody

I’m also on your side sixty two year old Miroslav Mandic

you are alone for everybody

I’m thinking of the wind that I felt today on my skin and listened to it around my ears

towards the end of the walking I slowed down

and felt the beauty of sun and goodness of poem

sun’s

poem

while

walking

the

poem’s

sun

with each gaze I record one film because through the

Poem About Film and jail that came after it I became film

unrecorded film – poem – one and only film

all the boys of this world are already dead

boys

live

through

poem

poem

sings

to

girls

I bow to You Poem About Film – You are bowing to courage

poem

about

film

is

never

ending

into

eternal

film

about

poem

it

turned

poem

about

film

is

never-ending

film

of

goodness

and

beauty

within

one

and

only

poem

fuckable

filmable

poemable

violeta

ivana

eternal

workers

surrender

yourselves

to

the

work

and

enjoy

working

that’s

what

tells

you

this

work

and

jail

poem

a message in an e-mail which accompanied yesterday’s sending of the

blessings so that Violeta could edit and correct and Ivana translate them to English

dearest feelings for you. south from me. showing me what

is art by saying nothing, just listening to wind, bud, street. you

an sms which I got yesterday from Dagmar Moser

I am loyal to all beings – tell that to everybody Mirjana

an sms which I sent to Mirjana

poem is not an investigative judge. poem is not a prosecutor. poem is not a judge

punishment is. atonement is. redemption is. freedom is. love is

poem is not anciency that destroys immediacy

now is

poem is not opposing

beggar is

poem is not a teacher nor a professor nor a doctor

fool is

poem is not richness nor theatre nor elite nor dialogue nor democracy

wandering is

poem is not liberal-capitalism nor communism nor fascism

unselfishness is

poem is not a family nor a tribe nor a nation nor a state

recognition is

poem is not ideology nor idolatry

idea and freedom are

poem are not human laws

law is

poem is not an atomic bomb

atomic lullaby is

poem are not biological interests

biological health is serving non-interest

poem are not slavery and conformism

obedience to God and love are

poem is not You

Your sweaty dress which I’m hanging on the rope to dry until You get out of the bathroom is

poem is not superiority

surrendering to the other is

poem is not talking

word is

poem is not female nor male

a child is

poem are not killings nor celebrations of hymns and

flags with which soldierly killings are being committed

pulsating heart of a poet in every being is

poem are not culture nor social relations

admiration and praising the praise are

poem are not taxes nor impoverishment of the poor

gift and giving are

poem are not weapon industry. meet industry. dairy industry. beauty

industry. entertainment industry. museum industry. indifference industry

compassion and solidarity are

poem is not maternity selfishness that stops the evolution

runaway child is

poem is not fatherly crimes that prevent the revolution

child-revolutionary is

poem is great-grandchildren’s grandchildren’s and sons’ recognition that

their great-grandfathers’ grandfathers’ and fathers’ have committed war crimes

great poem is when that is done either by

great-grandfathers or grandfathers or fathers themselves

poem is meandering down the road

poem is curling around the rose

poem is – everything else are stories about it

poem is cracking of the thumbs on both hands before I wrote this blessing

poem is a hand with which I’m caressing the poem

poem is withdrawing through which all borders are being erased

uphold my goings in Thy paths, that my footsteps slip not

Psalm, 17:5

poem is everything that is waiting for me

through the form and content in the following hour

poem of love is being born from love not from a man and a woman

through the form

all words through one word

through singing

one word through all words

Miroslav Mandic book is a poem

beauty of shaping

goodness of a ball

a poem that constantly flows

circles

through the rhythm of 33 blessings every day

blessing by blessing

innocence of singing

form has always been exciting for me

fucking You

content has always been orgasming me

fucking me

one is the form

beauty

one is the content

goodness

I can’t stop wondering how this 68159^th blessing was created

market price of this blessing is 68159 euros – for You of course it’s for free

if the world could feel my joy while listening to these

street songs it would be forever freed from selfishness and ownership

form is unrepeatable

Gertrude Stein

content is repetition

Epic of Gilgamesh

form through its beauty takes a breath away

content through its beauty sheds tears

form is immortality

content is regenerating mortality

h

h    o

h    o    m

h    o    m    e

h    o    m    e    l

h    o    m    e    l    e

h    o    m    e    l    e    s

h    o    m    e    l    e    s    s

h    o    m    e    l    e    s    s    n

h    o    m    e    l    e    s    s    n    e

h    o    m    e    l    e    s    s    n    e    s

h    o    m    e    l    e    s    s    n    e    s    s

here I am – I am a poem through super-beautiful form and super-good content

a    d    m    i    r    a    t    i    o    n

a    d    m    i    r    a    t    i    o

a    d    m    i    r    a    t    i

a    d    m    i    r    a    t

a    d    m    i    r    a

a    d    m    i    r

a    d    m    i

a    d    m

a    d

a

here I am with super-good form and super-beautiful content

exhale before you inhale

b

b  u

b  u  d

b  u  d

b  u

b

 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters

He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake

Psalm, 23:1, 2, 3

This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams is my favourite poem

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

in an interview with Linda Wagner, Williams explains this poem like this:

Since my wife was absent, I left a note for her, just like that, and she

gave me a really nice answer. Unfortunately, I lost it. What she wrote was

as good as this is. A bit more complicated, but as good. Maybe the value

of this poem lies in its simplicity.

Question: I would like to ask you why is it a poem?

Williams: First of all, metrically it’s completely proper. (He reads). Hence,

dogmatically speaking, it has to be a poem, since that’s how it goes, can’t you see!

Question: Although it opposes many notions about what the poem is (Williams

is laughing with pleasure), since it is something anybody could say.

Williams: Yes, because nobody believes that poetry can exist

in their own lives. That is one of our first mistakes.

PERCEPTION OF ANNOYANCE TOWARDS THE NOTION OF ANNOYANCE

I’m

annoyed

with

annoyance

between

us

but

the

fact

that

I

wrote

that

to

you

liberates

me

from

annoyance

You smiled when a moment ago I read this poem

to You and You said that it liberates You from annoyance

REALLY

you

really

love

me

you’re

killing

me

I wrote the poem Really when I was young. those are actually

the words of a girl which I was watching one evening very carefully and

with care and she told me before we parted you really love me you’re killing me

on the top of my palm where it bends I wrote a poem by tattooing the word poem

on the left palm I wrote a poem about dance by tattooing the word dance

a poet is the autobiography of a poem

a poem is the autobiography of a poet

first ratatouille this year

I’m jigging with my leg

each

poem

sings

and

testifies

about

itself

and

so

do

I

I

am

a

child

revolutionary

there

are

no

boundaries

between

beings

nor

between

worlds

when

I

start

crying

my

tears

are

falling

down

your

eyes

when

I

smile

you

come

when

I

say

sorry

to

you

you

resurrect

poverty

I

love-kiss

you

poems of the slaves are hymns to God

a

poem

to

freedom

is

the

freedom

itself

this book is written in God’s glory

Wittgenstein wished for this to be put as an inscription in one of his books

I would love so much to write my autobiography

to sing about creation

to create singing

through the dick I’m coming back to my own birth

more and more same with each step

a

poem

is

rebellion

and

love

for

rebels

support and encouragement to young London rebels who are setting

free the whole world from the crime of this civilisation and its authorities

this poem of love for all beings that I wrote with twenty words I announce to all beings without words

with each boy within me I vow to each girl within You

a

poem

is

my

scream

bud

through

which

the

younglings

of

all

beings

are

being

born

within

every

being

today is 15^th August 2011 like any other 15^th August today is also 15^th August

fifty three years since Milomir Mandic committed suicide

Milomire I love You more and more and I admire You more and more for killing Yourself

the voice of the LORD maketh the hinds to calve, and layeth bare

the forests, and in His temple doth every one speak of His glory

Psalm 29:9

suicide is a sort of incest

the

blood

of

poem

love-kisses

the

poem

of

blood

horror love-kisses horror

anybody’s face is a poem

walking is incest

watching is incest

thinking is incest

one is the heart – incest is

one is the creation – incest is

one is the incest – love is

singing is incestuous

incest between mother earth and son wind

incest between father light and daughter water

incest between brother singing and sister dancing

incest with hands

incest with feet

incest of babies

incest of ideas

incest of the first and the last word

conscience is incest

sameness is incest

everything was created from one

everything is to each other one and only

I’m watching – You are kissing Your breasts’ nipples with Your lips

You are singing immortality with Your mind

here – do You feel us within the incest

you

and

me

are

one

I

I

am

the

incest

I

love-kiss

you

I

am

the

poem

fuck

me

I give You my word that I’m giving You my word

poem

is

giving

one’s

word

given

word

is

great

poetry

wedding through conscience

love

what

it

is

most

natural

medicine

for

the

pain

that

exists

love

one of the last William Barrows’ words in the diary from 30^th July 1997

two days before death. I made a poem in glory of William Barrows

in the end of his life Barrows gave me the word love

You

have

been

excellent

yesterday

keep

on

being

good

and

be

good

every

day

and

don’t

you

worry

a poem in Your glory from the sms that I sent You

thank

you

I

think

all

day

about

the

blows

that

you’ve

been

receiving

and

how

you

survived

until

now

and

retained

love

for

all

my

outbursts

I

apologise

to

you

love

forever

a poem in God’s glory from the sms I got from You

a word rock has been given to the rock

a rock is tender like my belly

a given word is a given poem

all words that I’m writing are poems that I’m giving to You

all the words that I’m saying are poems through which I’m giving to You

giving one’s word is keeping one’s word

given word is a path by which a word leads me

god

gave

me

a

word

and

gave

me

himself

within

the

words

all the words that people have given to each

other and kept are the only treasure that exists

given word is lullaby

my times are in Thy hand; deliver me from the hand

of mine enemies and from them that persecute me

Psalm 31:15

within Your heart are my words

Petar Miloradovic has sent me the words of Pier Paolo Pasolini and Nikita Stanesku

here – I give my word that I will do everything so that the new economic crisis doesn’t occur

here – I give my word that I’m doing everything so that great wars don’t come

here – to all beings I give my word all beings you are immortal

here – I give my word that every word of mine is immortal

here – I give my word that every word of mine is the most expensive

here – I give my word that every word of mine is a path

here – I give my word that every word of mine is a rose

here – I give my word that every word of mine is dancing

here – I give my word that every word of mine is singing

here

is

the

joy

through

which

the

word

joy

sings

here

is

the

love

that

you

yearn

for

within

your

as

well

as

mine

I

who said deep blues here

me

from culture I only believe in the culture of deep blues

if I was a researcher I would be researching what is dert in different nations and especially in different beings

whoever had ever felt horror he or she recognises beauty of tranquillity

whoever had ever felt chaos he or she surrenders to Cosmos

whoever felt beauty of voluntary poverty

he or she will never whish any kind of richness

whoever and whenever had was excited

by goodness he or she will always be loyal to goodness

whoever and whenever had felt sexuality

of sacrifice he or she will surrender to obedience

whoever and whenever had experienced

a trauma he or she will recognise yearning for great energy

whoever and whenever had said to somebody I love You he or she became a father

whoever and whenever had heard I love You he or she became a mother

whoever and whenever had been ready right away

he or she enabled the centuries to get some rest

whoever and whenever had been tired he or she will know who is humour

whoever and whenever had saw a frog flying he or she will love-kiss the water

whoever and whenever had saw a swallow flying he or she will love-kiss the meandering

whoever and whenever had saw anybody’s

face as God he or she will be Goddess to God

whoever and whenever had resisted their passion he or she will become love

whoever and whenever had saw the donkey’s

ears he or she will protect the youth of all beings

whoever and whenever had drank the milk from the breast

of word he or she will respect the milk in the breast of every being

whoever and whenever had come on

incomprehensible he or she will serve the comprehensible

whoever and whenever had cleansed the vomit

and shit of the other he or she can be proclaimed an emperor

whoever and whenever had read William Blake he or

she will always love-kiss William Blake within him of herself

whoever and whenever had smacked somebody in the purple of blood will fall in love

whoever and whenever had walked the field may he or she surrender to infinity

whoever and whenever had gotten number five

by throwing the dice may he or she bow to Pythagoras

whoever and whenever had denounced him or herself he or she

had experienced that the whole Universe had announced itself to them

whoever and whenever had been mad at me he or she

had just surrendered to me through his or her closedness

I acknowledged my sin unto Thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, "I will confess my transgressions unto the LORD," and Thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin

Psalm 32:5

whoever and whenever had felt the knees he or she will discover bowings

whoever and whenever had experienced this he or she became a word

whoever and whenever had smiled he or she had surrendered to immortality

poems are immortal because through each poem one dies

in order to resurrect as soon as possible with the next poem

I apologise – raise me through You absolution

I apologise – raise me into the infinity of Your goodness

I apologise – raise me into the closeness of Your beauty

I apologise – raise me through Your horror behind

which goodness and beauty are hiding embraced

I apologise – raise me into Your redemption through which Your horror disappears

I apologise – raise me into Your rampage to transform it into joyfulness

I apologise – raise me into Wittgenstein’s proclamation

an inner process stands in need of outward criteria

I apologise – raise me so that I can understand how important is what’s not important

I apologise – raise me into every grass blade

I apologise – raise me into the glassy gaze with

which a cow breastfeeds all of those who lost the meaning

I apologise – raise me through joy into the eyes of those who are left only with hope

I apologise – raise me to inspire through

raising all the fallen ones and those who gave up

I apologise – raise me to the joy and gratitude of sanative jocularity

I apologise – raise me into the loyalty I owe You

I apologise – raise me through the apologies those universal healings

I apologise – raise me to the first word good within which all words are

I apologise – raise me to intertwine with our bellies

I apologise – raise me to the sandy seaside beaches

so that they can resurrect within the filth of the rejected ones

I apologise – raise me to help Dusan tonight

keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile

Psalm 34:13

the Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken

heart, and saveth such as are of a contrite spirit

Psalm 34:13

I apologise – raise me tonight to inspire Dusan to help others all his life

The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delighteth in his way

Psalm 37:23

Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down;

for the Lord upholdeth him with His hand

Psalm 37:24

I apologise – raise me to the particles of good beings through which all beings breathe

I apologise – raise me to the alone ones

who are knitting wreaths of happiness to all beings

I apologise – raise me to the light through which the unwanted ones

are lighting the path to the vain ones so that they don’t end up in the abyss

I apologise – raise me to the goodness of the thrown

away forgotten and newest machines and their yearning for the

beginning through which they had saved people from the frenzied progress

I apologise – raise me with the hips within dance

during which the dance bows to the sex within the hips

I apologise – raise me exactly where am I now and into this boy that I am

I apologise – raise me to the body which vows that will immortalise me

I apologise – raise me to the heart that yearns to trust me

I apologise – raise me to the mind that wants to celebrate me

I apologise – raise me to the one to whom my life is more important than hers

I apologise – raise me into the raising apologising transforming and redemption

I apologise – raise me to the raising and attainment

I apologise – raise me to throwing myself into the poem’s embrace

sudden morning goodness and unexpected beauty – You and I but God

permeating that causes warm tears start falling – pussy and cock but God

open nostrils are opening mind – path and rose but God

sophistication of unrecognisable worlds – please and thank You but God

a knap soaked with the smell of thyme – insouciance and unreasonableness but God

we are going down the meadow full of wild flowers – goodness and beauty but God

playful in the realms of otherworldly – truth and freedom but God

with my hand on the tree bark – carefulness and peace but God

oaths in youth are celebrating the blessings

of the old age – asceticism and sacrifice but God

as the hart panteth for the water brooks, so panteth my soul for Thee, O God!

Psalm 42:1

my soul thirsteth for God, for the living God; when shall I come and appear before God

Psalm 42:2

yet the Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime, and in

the night His song shall be with me and my prayer unto the God of my life

Psalm 42:8

I would throw myself powerfully and I would fly through

the air into the desired water – visible and invisible but God

ecstatic rolls forward and rolls back – specific and abstract but God

nomadic recognitions – summer downpours or winter blizzards but God

joy with which I’m writing these fragile words as well – each being and all beings but God

last night I enjoyed with great pleasure Your

writing my friend – macrocosms and microcosms but God

my leg between Your thighs in the dawn – sincerity and openness but God

I live also through the beauty of mathematical formulas

and that should be known – prayers and pilgrimages but God

mild coarse palms in the heat are serving

God’s vineyards – caressing and agreement but God

through creating and revealing I’m loyal to everything – joy and radiance but God

I love-kiss you my unsuccessful virtual beggary – calmness and serenity but God

male and female beggars you are the chiefs of all municipalities in the

Universe and heads of the Assembly of All Beings – principles and circle but God

naked in struggle with ourselves we are mild

to each other – admiration and deification but God

Dusica Drazic I enjoy what You are dong – sparrows and swallows but God

may somebody touch her of his knee so that

everybody would feel good – grass and winds but God

holly unprotectedness protect all unprotected ones – a Chinese boy who’s playing

on his own on Padina and little Gipsy boy who recognises me in the forest but God

everything strives towards each other everything

love-kisses each other – victory and defeat but God

yesterday’s and today’s swimming with fingers with which

I block my ears while diving – little stream and ocean but God

a butterfly that I just saw for the first time while it was hanging on

my blue towel that was drying on the balcony – alive and dead but God

with my hand on my belly I’m smiling to the

beauty of all good features – monks and Elders but God

with one leg on the pavement with the other on the road – poets and mystics but God

You just You-You just You-You just You – Buddha and Christ but God

a child walks on his own that’s me – rose and bud but God

walks on his own. a child walks. I walk – a moment this moment but God

poem is often alone and there is no one to hear it

and that’s why poem sings only to those who are alone

poem is death of selfishness and singled I

poem is a sip through which I drink all wishes

poem is every word that You have said

poem is every word that You gave birth to

I’m most proud with madness with which I love-kissed You

madness for You have opened my heart

you

are

my

path

towards

one

and

only

I

deserts of goodness are saving young beings which are in danger

have You ever experienced that when You

stop talking all beings start singing in Your glory

have You ever experienced that when You

turn the other cheek birds are singing Your poem

there is no reason for us to constantly

not give up and not fuck with beauty and goodness

for every beast of the forest is Mine and the cattle upon a thousand hills

Psalm 50:10

I know all the fowls of the mountains, and the wild beasts of the field are Mine

Psalm 50:11

I sing alone to the clearness of writing

I

sing

alone

to

the

lonesome

to

the

very

poem

I sing alone to the dogs which are lying on the streets of Ban’s Hill

I sing alone to each book in which Ludwig Wittgenstein is mentioned

I sing alone to everyone who doesn’t give up the struggle with his or herself

I sing alone to the drawings of good walker that are being born on my desk

I

sing

alone

to

the

mocking

this

poem

as

well

is

exposed

to

I

sing

alone

heart

of

mine

is

dear

to

god

I sing alone so that nobody would be alone

I

sing

alone

my

mind

is

home

to

all

beings

I sing alone with the lips that love-kiss every word in singing

I sing alone to Your ears from which my singing springs

I

sing

alone

poem

caresses

me

over

the

all-soul

I sing alone and horses sing with me

I sing alone and poppies by the roads are singing with me

I sing alone and whores are singing with me

I sing alone and runaway children are singing with me

I sing and alone all kisses are singing with me

I sing alone and all dead are resurrecting so that they would sing with me

I sing alone and all of the still unborn ones are

singing with me so that they would once be born being good

I made this up last year already: when I walk my

morning round I then add so called Miroslav’s kilometre

first of all in order to add and not to take, secondly that one is slower

walking, deliberate slowing down and a bit more of an eye opening instead

of the day planning, etc. that’s how it was this morning as well on the hill above us

in the woods

Vera’s e-mail from this morning as an example of everyday poem of the great energy in the hearts of the meek ones

meekness meekness meekness of mine keep on leading me within the singing

may you find Your peaceful pillow on my dried out tears

poem is meekness in which there is no fear just love-kissing alone

poem is the fact that I’m writing in front of Your eyes

poem is Moses Zarathustra Lao Tzu

Pythagoras Buddha Christ Muhammad Gypsy

poem is John Lee Hooker who’s birthday is today

tears which suddenly start falling down the face of the toothless ploughman

small river in a birth village about which a poet was singing on the bank of the big river

Kaja’s sufferings when she became a widow

adrenalin through which life struggles to survive within everyone

adrenalin of adrenalin through which life of life struggles so that all lives would survive

unbelievable amount of poems in each step

believable quality of singing through each step

push me hard towards singing my modesty

a shed with horse collars

smell of the horse piss which used to stun me and get me back to life of all beings

small children which are dying in order to redeem their parents

death of every being through which any poem is glory to the life itself

asphalt and concrete are meadows full of flowers

for those who grew up on the asphalt and concrete

creativity enables a fly to get out of the fly catching bottle

eighty five year old woman who got married

these days to Pythagoras who is 2500 years older than her

through You Your daughter came to life who is only

twelve and she is surrendering to me and love-kissing me

poem is uprising against women that is waiting for me in the autumn

apples which I was throwing in the sky in Rasinari

poem

is

god’s

response

to

you

which

I

still

cannot

find

so

you

can

take

this

poem

of

love

as

an

answer

18:18

poem is tenuity of time which I feel in the beauty of time

this

is

a

sixteen

years

long

kiss

with

which

I’m

kissing

you

this

is

a

poem

about

my

departure

first baked paprika of this year

do

you

hear

my

departing

steps

through

which

I’m

singing

you

in

the

infinity

poem of mine sing through the gifts of all beings

gift

you

are

a

little-god

of

every

being

You say that poems are all that You are saying to me

You say that You enjoy my goodness

You say that You vow to my beauty

You say that my skin is becoming more and more

beautiful to You even though it’s becoming elderly

You say that You have never met someone who speaks so clearly through being silent

You say that You haven’t felt anywhere such warmth like in my solitude

You say that You would love if I would never stop writing in front of Your eyes

You say that You remember when we separated from each other from within the one

You say that You will never hurt me again

You say that You will give me Your life to sing about it

You say that You live just from my sperm

You say that You are guarding me while I’m flying through the unknown

You say that You have been on the wedding of the eighteen year old girl and Pythagoras

You say that You fucked with my father and that’s why you love me even more

You say that Raca’s wife who wished from her childhood that

her kids would fly out of her is the greatest mother You have seen

You say that You would love to drink cold beer by the cold streams

You say that from now on You will be loyal to each walnut

You say that You will heal every illness of mine

You say that You will give me back three times 33000 euros that I gave You

You say that You know number 1

You say that poem is Your clitoris

You say that I fuck minutely

You say that You love to swim with me

You say that whole my heart is within Your brain

You say that the eternity of my brain is within Your heart

You say that You feel how I’m not sure whether to go

today to washout my ear or to swim across the Danube

You say that You support me because I decided to go and swim across the Danube

I got into the water at 12:25pm. I swam across and got back immediately. I got out of the Danube at 1:25pm

You say that You never told me that You love how I repeat a lot of things

You say that sayings are yearnings for poem

You say that sayings are also the puppies that we saw on the street last night

You say that I shouldn’t worry about the tingling of my tongue

You say I just felt how beautiful it is that in each blessing you are repeating

something as if I said that even though I haven’t said anything and I don’t even exist

You say that You are each word that I’m saying

I started walking towards the Danube. always the same anxiety

poem is gratitude to the singing

there is eight or nine kilometres to Danube. it’s hot outside. I will walk slowly

a trumpet and a timpani players are starting off with a sad melody on the market

the market is full of different destinies. in hundred years

there won’t be anybody who lives now on the planet. there

will be some other people. which will in hundred years also…

life celebrates life

poem celebrates poem in life’s glory

poem is celebration through which any word of the poem becomes

meek before You the heart of my love elevates towards the only female one

I’m walking by the church wall by which I always

feel how the sense struggles to live in each thought

enjoy in my words since I live with words because I am the word

enjoy with my words on Your nipples

the only thing that You can do is to liberate Yourself from Your power

the grammar of my language springs from the mathematics of my steps

the beauty of the poem is in doing good

an

act

of

goodness

sings

the

beauty

of

the

poem

everything is wonderful – but God

while the workers who are working on the access road of the new bridge are eating their

warm breakfast their manager is telling them who has free and who has working days

workers sanctity

poem is timeless infinite fruit tree with the

smell of grass. taste of bread and sweetness of grapes

poem caresses Your nerves while You are surrendering with hope to its armful

poem is Dostoevsky’s insight

we are all guilty on behalf of all and for all, and I am even more than others

my tongue is tingling. my throat is suffering. my heart is trembling in my chest

poem is just born God’s baby that not a single human being can resist

accidentally – through God’s plan – in the last moment I saw

Mirjana while she was buying cigarettes water and ice-cream on the kiosk

I just saw Danube. it’s green. I felt profound peace

I swam across the Danube from here two-three times. that feeling protects me

I love You a lot Danube

on the Danube staircases I’m packing in plastic bags all my

walking things. camera. mobile phone. pedometer. dictaphone. spare

batteries. drawings. pencils. identity card. spectacles. clothes. sandals

I’m tying them to one five litre plastic bottle that I found on the ground

seagulls. swallows. cold and warm water currencies. tugboats. marvellous

tranquillity. unnoticeable strength of water that is carrying me and to which I surrender

the water and the sky. lapping of the waves over my face. silence. singing to God. body

that enjoys in the water. danger that is nowhere and yet it lurks from the side-lines

I swam across the Danube. there and back. I was one hour in the water

all things remained dry. I am happy. thankful. even more meek

a guardian of existence – lover to all beings

poem particle and vibration

for it was not an enemy that reproached me;

then I could have borne it. neither was it he that hated me that

did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him 

Psalm 55:12

but it was thou, a man mine equal, my guide and mine acquaintance

Psalm 55:13

the words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war

was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords

Psalm 55: 21

hour and a half of last night’s conversation with You over the

phone was a great consolation for me especially after the pain that

I feel these days because of the person who used to be very close to me

today is forty years of the Red Notebook

the large notebook with red covers and eighty nine leafs

I probably torn out eleven leafs

on 25^th August 1971 at 11 pm I wrote with

blood the inscription through which it’s life begun

it was a mystical night. between despair and being radiant

closed mouth are singing God

without any chance in life but before all the freedom of this world

which was waiting for me on the hundred of the Red Notebook’s pages

Red Notebook is my Penelope

whenever I open it I feel great excitement

as if I’m opening a life

I feel the excitement of the beginning

all pages have something written on them even though there is still space to write in it

it’s all colourful. I mottled it with felt pens and crayons

over those colourful surfaces I used to write and I’m

still writing with a fountain pen or stiletto pen and black ink

everything in it is sexual

full of loneliness and hope

I was always writing only about You and me

have a look now how in one empty square I will write down

today on 25^th August 2011 on the forty year anniversary of the

Red Notebook I’m writing down that there are 1875 poems in it

enjoying even more in black ink that is leaking over the paper I’m adding

therefore I’m writing down today that there is a space for another 274 poems

forty years of futility from which there is no greater sanctity

forty years of handwriting that is changing and witnesses that the

handwriting is a trace of blood which transforms into vibrations of immortality

I’d love if all beings would enjoy the Red Notebook which is now in Your hands

while You are leafing through it and stopping from time to time to read something

You say that it looks like scattered petals and shorn flowers to You

flowery notebook – an oath to the flowers

one and only conscience during all these forty years

I have always yearned for uncreated poem

a poem through which orgasming labia are dying for the uncreated lips

a poem which is nothing else but all that is always now and forever

a poem through which I begun to live that night

which was hot like this one everything that has often been

so far away from poem that it was becoming a poem on its own

air

I

love-kiss

you

I

will

never

betray

you

You haven’t even been born when the Red Notebook was born

fucking around is always only in God’s glory

Kant and Spinoza are lying on my bed

boys are present – girls are supple

a

bud

of

the

red

notebook

is

budding

that’s great – I have said almost nothing about the Red Notebook

Sava Sumanovic – big kid. innocence of painting

Mangelos – unnoticeable out of which great art is becoming

Tom Gotovac – nakedness through which loved ones adore each other

Aleksandar Tisma – companionship with Aleksandar

was rejoicing and exciting me more than any woman

Slobodan Tisma – even though I am alone

everything I’m writing is in glory of friendship my beloved friend

Srdjan Valjarevic – great progeny comes through loneliness my beloved friend

Zvonko Bogdan – tears that I’ve shed because of the plain within my heart

Lazar Stojanovic – admiration for all of those

who have been in prison because of their believes

Elderly Tadej – speed of love is million light years faster than the speed of light

Jean Seberg – each early deceased beautiful woman lives within me

Lee Marvin – anyone who is the father to all sons in my father too

Charlie Chaplin – anyone who discovered the warmth and comedy in poverty

Antonin Artaud – anyone who bares the unbearable

John Cassavetes – anyone whose eyes are sparkling and

lips are pouting from the belief that only impossible is possible

Jean Luc Godard – this flaring within my heart is the same as the one in my youth

Billie Holiday – vibrating voice celebrates with easiness everything including painful loves

Erik Satie – when out of silence of the night steps beautiful music is created

Fats Domino – I caress with my nostrils air of all beings’ childhood

Charles Mingus – my Petar Miloradovic just phoned

me while I was thinking what to write about Charles Mingus

John Cage – anyone who recognises John Cage in these words

Johnny Cash – prisoner’s song in which there is more freedom than anywhere else

John Lee Hooker – a dove starts flying and flies in at the right moment

Andre Williams – pussy is a poem to cock. cock is singing to pussy

Gertrude Stein – art is who. art is

Gertrude Stein. anyone who loves Gertrude Stein

Velimir Khlebnikov – transreason of our daily bread. transreason of supernatural bread

Helderlin – anyone who dwells poetically in this world

Novalis – blue flower

Walt Whitman – anyone who is Walt Whitman to Walt Whitman

Arthur Rimbaud – beauty of braveness through

which the eighteen year old one leaves this world

Fernando Pessoa – a shepherd of the ocean

Jack Kerouac – anyone who is on the only path – being on the road

Robert Walser – anyone whose soul is whiter than snow and who died in snow

William Carlos Williams – anyone who sees poetry

in everything and gives birth to the poem from everything

wow I’ll write about you adored ones tomorrow as well

Knowing harmony is acknowledging the oneness of Infinity

Lao Tzu in 55^th Chapter

They will not confuse each other and

the oneness in each will harmonize both. 

Lao Tzu in 60^th Chapter

Jean Genet – poem is a holly woman

Charles Bukowski – poem is the balls of the poem

William Blake – poem is endless innocence

Jalaluddin Rumi – poem is circling

Jean Jacques Rousseau – poem is Jean Jacques Rousseau

Ludwig Wittgenstein – poem is brother to the wonderful life of Ludwig Wittgenstein

David Henry Thoreau – I is poem. You is prose

Nietzsche – poem I love You more and more

Nikolai Fyodorov – poem is meekness that rules the Universe

Berdyaev – poem is freedom of singing and singing of freedom

Simone Weil – poem is the voice over the speakers that echoes the

street we are gathering recyclable materials. we are cleaning the yards…

Plotinus – poem is emanation of the one

Pythagoras – poem is number

Sophie Scholl and the White Rose – poem is the conscience of immortality

Chinese students in front of the tanks – poem is admiration of the bare breasts

Ulrike Meinchof – poem is a hind

Isaac the child – poem is the lamb in anybody’s chest

Rabia – poem is constant fascination with God

Meister Eckhart – poem is Godmouth

Meher Baba – poem is God’s glowing through smile

Ad Reinhardt – poem is everything that poem is to poem

Van Gogh – poem is painting through God’s nerves

Claude Monnet – poem is the water lilies water lilies water lilies…

Marcel Duchamp – poem is a disruption

Yves Klein – poem is the bravery of immaterial blueness

Richard Long – poem is walker

Joseph Kosuth – poem is – poem alone – a notion of poem – a definition of poem

Tehching Hsieh – poem is closeness with poem

Konstantin Tsiolkovsky – poem is the vibrating of Cosmos through all particles

Allan Turing – poem is sisterly love for artificial intelligence

Nameless One Who’s Winking At Me – poem is winking