Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

dear Mir, I wanted to send you my printed final graduate paper by mail but I don’t

have the money to print it, it’s too expensive for me. the file with all the photos is too big,

so I’m sending you the paper with no photos. L. Merenik suggested publishing the work

in form of a book and she is giving her best to find the potential publisher. but for me

your opinion about the work itself is the most important. the work should be further

edited for publishing. however, all of that is still just ideas and suggestions I’m getting.

but, if the work goes into any kind of public, then you can officially consider me

the traitor :-) I kiss you M

few days ago Milica Bogosavljevic sent me this e-mail

my Milica as you know all of that is very painful for me

so is Your final graduate paper Group Code – Invisible Art

pain transformed into love

I’m happy that You have finished it. I hope you enjoyed

and that it will give You strength to carry on going Your own way

everything I was doing in the group Code

belongs to the group Code and not to Miroslav Mandic

and everything I have lived created and sung after the brake up with the

group Code doesn’t belong to the group Code but to Miroslav Mandic and all beings

my Autobiography doesn’t belong to the group Code

Milica please take it out of Your final graduate paper about the group Code

with the group Code I took part in the struggle

for the right cause. right cause always wins but through power

you get to through winning right thing transforms into a lie and corruption

through braking up with the group Code art and studying I didn’t

want to make an artistic career and take part in winning and getting to power

poets and artists are engaged in fight for the right cause

professors and art historians are engaged in winning and getting to power

winners are writing history so is the case with the history of art

but they are killing the artists and art. the spirit of winning and winners

the spirit of art lives in artists and art and not in its history nor in any kind of power

struggle for the right cause is constant

right cause constantly escapes

it changes

it inspires and leads the brave

everything that is coming out of winning is a lie and corruption

I was twenty two. now I’m sixty two. it’s the same

common sensibility in the group Code I

broadened in jail for God sky and decisions

nobody was around at the time and now even more so

there is no language about it. it’s yet to be created

existing methods are killing both life and art

revolution of taste

fairy-tale life

art poem

life is much more than life – art

art is much more than art – poem

life and art are much more than life and art – God

what I only had a notion of back then was

one and only piece of art that was yet to be created

one and only poem that should be sung

one and only God that one should become

what was just a hunch back then now it is. everything in one man

past present and future art is one. one art. one freedom. one being

God

through throwing myself into God’s arms my arms have become art to all beings

Bud of All Beings

Milica

with first steps of a man who just rose up

with first steps of the uprising of a man who just rose up from four legs to two legs

with first steps of a man who just got up from bed

with first steps of all younglings which are joining us with first steps

with the steps of the innocent ones which

have been and are being put in front of the firing squad

with steps of marches of non-violent resistance

with steps which are harmonising all rhythms into the rhythm of steps

with steps of music in steps

with steps of Rousseau Herzog Satie Wordsworth Walser Peacepilgrimage

with steps through grass

with steps through water

with steps of appeasement

with steps of very existence

with steps of cats and dogs

with steps of elephants and giraffes

with steps of birds and crocodiles

with never-ending steps of the never-ending

with steps of never-ending observation

with steps of never-ending listening

with steps of pilgrimage

with steps of a vow

with steps of the word steps

with steps of the only one

with steps of admiration

with steps of carefulness

with steps of tenderness

with steps through the universe of Your heart and steps of Your heart in the Universe

with steps is beautiful just being

with steps of immortality

with steps of the face in walking

with steps of God-like

anthology of steps with steps of the Bud of Walking

with steps of steps

write me letters

celebrate me name

mind enjoyment is God’s glory

my friend

fresh cold air

two dogs are lying in the sun

I’m listening to the sound of my steps

they are hoofing

they are asking and affirming

surrendering and accepting

they are passing through the graveyard

they are walking after my shadow

greeting the movement of the Exasperated all around the world

they are going down towards the Topcider

they are walking through the names of toponyms

the smell of trees is following them

they are climbing up towards the Topcider roundabout

I hear them walking pass the Partizan stadium

they are pilgrimaging anybody’s orgasm

just remember how beautiful are horse’s hooves

steps make me completely silent with their singing

on the Autokomanda towards the Vojvode Stepe street

they are teaching me goodness

they are passing through Dusanovac market while I’m watching

the white grapes which are overflowing in the sun light

they are crossing the pedestrian overpass on the highway

they are turning towards the Chinese boy who is letting

the white candy paper float down the water which is flowing down the street

through Ibarska street they are climbing me up the Leka’s Hill

they know their way

friendly

they are constant joy of thanking

they are turning into Tetovska street

down ten stairs in Tetovska 28 they are coming down into the narrow yard

they are bringing me into the friends warm room

other is love

whiteness of clouds

smell of freshly washed linen

gentleness of nuns

mystery of plainness

crumbs from the table that are being picked up by three year old boy

tremor of friend’s lips

eyes that are looking wondering do you see how scared I am

tiny hair on breasts

agreement always guards

keeping the agreement is a priori saving of goodness

other is love

nobleness of yesterday’s lunch of bread and grapes with Zelimir Zilnik

nobleness of today’s lunch with Tibika Varady

love-kissing just love-kissing

long telephone conversation with a friend

grace of accepted shyness

truth there are no two same leaves runs

towards the beauty of there is only one and only leaf

ink is spilling over the word this ink is so beautiful

I love-kiss with loyalty Your tattooed feat

grass on Your shoulder

Miroslav Mandic name on Your body

Miroslav Mandic is constant transformation into Miroslav Mandic

thorn up panties with which I undusted the table

and afterwards threw them away in to the garbage bin

pictures evolve from rhythms

with sweet pears I’m strengthening the movement of the exasperated ones in the world

poetics of my writing is in the love for writing my poetics

all beings in joy

with the thumb of innocence

with joyful blood which is easily flowing through veins of all beings

i      n      t     w      o      s     t     e     p

with indescribable gracefullness of incomprehesible

with love of the other

just do it

not even knowing they will find in your heart what they are looking for

enjoy working woman enjoy

I’m going outside. I’m rejoicing the sun. I’m also rejoicing to come back

and listen to music again while typing in the words that I wrote while walking

enjoy enthusiastic one enjoy – enjoy calm one enjoy

I love these people who are bathing themselves with sun

theoreticians would go theoretically

practitioners practically

as long as there is an army and police human brain won’t develop

it will shrivel

one horniness is better than thousands of bombs

it’s always better to surrender myself till

the end than to have a tiny bit of greed in my heart

with waters of waterfalls

with lavender oil

with basil over tomatoes

pussy and cock are the same

one

a grasshopper has hopped and when he landed a cat already covered him with her paw

my words are clouds under the palate in Your mouth

ladybird has flown onto the glass of my glasses

again I see on the lake people I used to see last autumn winter and spring

during the summer in the crowd of people

they were either not there or I didn’t notice them

we agree that we agree

we agree that we don’t agree

everything comes back – there’s no coming back

liberals are yearning for liberalism

communist yearn for communism

fascist yearn for fascism

everybody yearns for their youth and privileges

one is the yearning – everything comes back

one is the fulfilment – there is no coming back

winter is coming and snow again

dandelions will come again so will the summer

I would want to give and leave the Bud for the use joy and immortality of all beings

Bud are my books art walking and immaterial works

how should I do it

one and a half year old gypsy boy is waving at me and says hi

a bee has flown onto the frame of my glasses

tits of a woman who was approaching me are shaking

sexual energy ravens the world

world is ruled through the control of the sexual energy

I love sexual energy that is transforming into

the birth of love and not into the continuation of the species

give birth constantly my beloved

the lake is calm today. glass. blue mirror

I’m walking in the blue t-shirt

every day when I write the blessings I send

them to New Orleans for Ivana to translate them

how calm is the lake look – says an old woman

like a glass like a mirror – answers her an old man

I believe only to the people of all beings

I believe only to the state on all beings

I believe only to the prime minister and government of all beings

I believe only to the president of all beings

I am a poem of all beings

I am the art of all beings

I am the walk of all beings

one love

one birth

only feeling which I trust is compassion with all beings

compassion is immortality of all beings

resurrection of each being in all beings

good and beautiful in all beings is that all beings are all beings

all beings are the primer if God

one being is God’s reader

You are God’s text book

love is God’s literacy

tiny lizard had made me really happy

like last year the swarms of ladybirds are flying today as well

it’s raining

blessed rain

the day has been wrapped in mild greyness

lavender is getting wet

I adore empty fields

water is pouring down his long raincoat

I’m sitting at the table and I’m excited with the pictures I’m creating

I can smell Your scent through the door ajar

it’s early morning

oh always that early morning

warmness which I’m leaving

body alone in the world

coldness

dressing up

everything depends only on me

love is inevitable

grass is wet and landscape is covered with fog

step by step I’m going away

my traces are disappearing under the rain

I’m walking pass something

I love that something

world is full of the unnamed

weddings among beings

I enjoy because Your reading my words

I hear Your steps

You’re following me

the canal will come soon

muddy wooden bridge

plain vanished in the fog

horses are clam

while getting wet in the rain I’m imagining how I’m sitting

in the warm and writing about the rain and getting wet in the rain

water is pouring down the tree bark

just steps

it’s cloudy

it was drizzling all night

mild rain

over the cabbage heads in the field

over the canes by the road

over the large white autumn roses

smell of autumn

solemnity of the landscape

rectitude at the table

innocence in the bed

where are you now my lizards

where are you people who lived a thousand years ago. ten thousand years

ago. hundred thousand years ago. million years ago. before you even became

all of you are in these words of my heart

each and every one of you is in each particle and cell of mine through which I’m singing

being is gentle

gentleness is being

gentleness is gentle

gentleness is immortal

path is gentle

bud is gentle

lips are gentle

labia are gentle

rain is gentle

getting wet in the rain is gentle

raining is gentle

I’m gently thinking of Dagmar Moser

with Dagmar Moser’s love I love-kiss all beings

with all beings’ love I love-kiss Dagmar Moser

I’m on Your side

and it will keep on raining

it’s certain it will be raining

it will rain

it will shine

I am god

each name celebrates me

because each name contains a bit of humour

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

gentleness spatters over all beings

get an orgasm in my glory

poet has it easy

he sings

he doesn’t think

he love-kisses

God’s poem

while my paprika is cooling down I’m writing so that my feelings don’t get cold

life you’re gorgeous – thank You for making me worthy living You

I’m breathing in

I’m writing

I’m recognising myself in everything

I had little success in my life

and like all the people without success sometimes I’m sad

sometimes bitter. sometimes moody. sometimes worried. sometimes lonely

but these words are more than success

my eyes are burning from Your gaze that is going across these words

they are Your success as well

one is the music of success

success of the music of all beings

we are a rainbow

testimony

one and only one

on Saturday and Sunday I was again drinking weak white wine

God give that I drink wine and be even healthier

through wine I am the poem of one

one kiss

one mating

one truth

I wanted to give You a call because I feel You close but I couldn’t

because the closeness is much more than our closeness my close-like-woman

procreator of my joys

mother of all of my beings

guard my heart in Your bosoms

guard my brain between Your thighs

when I’m alone I feel all beings

when I’m with You I feel myself

when I’m with God I feel You

circling

when I spread the margarine over the bread

when I feel through wind the landscapes through which the wind is blowing

when a child feels it for the first time

when a girl feels it for a first time

when a boy feels it for a first time

when Vladet Jerotic being eighty seven years old

publishes the book Non-drowsy God’s Eye in the Miracles of Nature

when maths joins discovering and singing the immortality

when I see Ludwig Wittgenstein’s face I see my face in youth

when everything I have learnt from Borges I swap for what I’m now learning from now

when a pussy gets moist love for thinking transforms into thinking of love

when a cock gets hard everything that is transforms into tenderness

when something somewhere I feel that something here

when highest branches are swinging towards deepest roots

when everything turns into everything and that’s how everything is protected

when I stop writing

when I start writing as if I’m writing for the first time

when it just blazes

blazes through Your heart

well You are I

You are a Tisa of my life

(Tisa is a river in Serbia and the name consists of “Ti” – “You” and “sa” – “with”, TN)

You are my river

a river to all the rivers

a river to the steps by which I flow

a river through which You flow towards me

a river through which I flow into You

sometimes it seems to me that You are music – tell me honestly are You the music

You are rippling

You are buzzing

I don’t know when I started getting old but from today I’m starting to write about my aging

disgust over myself when I was twenty six – when I felt how by getting

into mature years I’m losing the very last leftovers of innocence – which is why I

went towards the new innocence – here I pronounce the beginning of me getting old

it continued with the fear of death from

jaundice which happened to me when I was thirty two

with first glasses when I was thirty eight

with the age spots on my hands

with not jumping into water any more

with increase in dioptre. with prostate problems

with going to bed around midnight and not any more at two-three am

with hearing loss. grey hair. declining body’s resistance

with dentures. dry eyes. slower thinking. calcaneus

with first fear that I felt while walking pass aggressive young boys in the night

with less coffee. with traces of toothpaste on my clothes

with increased loneliness

but also through greater opening to the life itself. through

surrendering to love itself. through coexistence with all beings. beings of

goodness and beauty. beings of truth and freedom. through breathing God’s grace

aging is more sexual than sexuality in puberty

I am god

sexuality

of sameness

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

following of the heart and mind

mystical oneness of all beings

every year on 26^th October in twentieth

blessing of that day I write in Miroslav Mandic

Robert Walser

name

is

a

poem

walt

whitman

fuckable

of the fuckable

fuckable

to the fuckable

charming

incorruptibility

I enjoy in You my friend

I just can’t get enough of You my beloved

beloved life

poem

my

lover

You are my You-are-I

beloved

You-a

one vision for planet Earth

one man with the vision for planet Earth

I Am One And Only Vision Of Love And Non-Violence

Of All Beings On The Planet Earth For All Beings In The Universe

I am the boogie-woogie singer from eleventh century

I am the abstract painter from second century

I am the author of computer games from ninth century BC

Billie Evans From Burnt Grass Statijatin Roy Bin

with smaller and smaller vocabulary but with

greater and greater understanding of each word

with greater and greater love for each word

with greater and greater sex with each word

with greater and greater identification with each word

words are miracles of free of charge

as well as colours

as well as numbers

as well as pictures

as well as rhythms

as well as melodies

as well as movements

free of charge is the vision of freedom

Antonio das Mortes

great grape cluster in the hand

lake in the eye

pear tea

innocence life

through innocent language

through interwoven soul

through atom of mind

you

and

me

are

atom

I love to sing with two words

path-like rose

rose-like path

with one

bud

I dwell through street and landscapes

I dwell in each blues

I dwell in each whore

I dwell in each runaway child

I dwell in a rainbow over the earth

I dwell in mystical experience that anybody ever experienced

I dwell in ideals

I dwell in sanctity of homelessness

I dwell in Your loyalty

I dwell in the mandarin You sent me

I dwell in 33 hundred dinars banknotes

which You gave me and through which You prayed for me

I dwell in the state of poem

if I only speak that’s a poem

if I make a step that’s a poem

if I take a look it’s a poem

I dwell I mind

I dwell in each sent message that with the slogan 1% has addresses,

99% has messages the rest 99% are sending addressing the 1% of the rich

I dwell in the pineal gland of the Universe

I dwell in one and only body in which all bodies are without borders

I dwell in Miroslav Mandic one and only home to all beings

Miroslav Mandic Dwelling is solidarity of each being with all beings

Miroslav Mandic Dwelling is a notion of a house which shelters all homeless ones

Miroslav Mandic Dwelling is a notion of homelessness which liberates the homely ones

Miroslav Mandic Dwelling is a chain of shelters

which spreads throughout the infinity and eternity

I dwell in this little shop in which the tall scrawny and polite woman is serving

I dwell in women flower sellers

I dwell in each girl and boy which are walking on their own

I dwell with everyone who is alone

I dwell in everyone who has buried his or her ego and lives with the joy of grass

I dwell through warm and deep voice of Johnny Cash

I dwell in a snail’s house and an eagle’s nest

I dwell in those two bags which I made when I was twenty

six or seven so that they would be the measure of poetical dwelling

I dwell in Hölderlin’s words poetically man dwells on this earth

the best definition of dwelling forever

instead of progeny I leave to progeny

Miroslav Mandic

poet of all beings

one and only artist of one and only art

walker of one and only God

lover of all beings

while I was going up Ljeska street it opened up to me

man of God is God-Man

God

God of man is Man-God

wow that’s so good

man of monkey is monkey-man

monkey of man is man-monkey

words themselves are telling who is who

man of Man is Man-man

Man of man is man-man

freedom

I am

to cucumbers

love is one

love of all beings within me

if You love me You love all beings

if You love-kiss me You have surrendered to each being within me

to dandelions

to words joy of pussy and joy of cock

which one woman wrote today between her legs

to words unreasonableness and insouciance

which another woman wrote on her breasts

to words dancing and singing which the third woman wrote on her back

rejoice Mother of God within me

rest – reborn

throw Yourself with beauty towards the goodness

every word that I write is a poem if it hits You in the heart

with each word I sing You if I tremble in Your brain

with each word I wander through Your spine rejoicing all beings within You

Goddess

with each word I make You immortal my immortal one

morning delight

it’s more and more delightful

Bud of All Beings is mystical fuckability of all of these that forgave

yesterday’s definition of the Bud of All Beings

on Sundays I’m surrendering to God

on Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday I’m writing for

Sunday in which I’m singing for Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday

writing is continuation

non-stopping

a creation of heroines and hero in Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic is heroines and hero of Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic creates Miroslav Mandic who is his hero

Miroslav Mandic sings Miroslav Mandic who is his heroines

Miroslav Mandic walks Miroslav Mandic one and only Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic is art of good-remembrance

music of youth in the hoofs of a horse

youth of music gallops through the freedom of love

in nine days it will be twenty years from the beginning of the Rose of Wandering

never again

I love-kiss You Edgar Allan Poe

let’s forgive and say goodbye

a hymn of light

You are a tiny salve to the tiny one

You are a tiny mother to all beings

whenever words are not love-kissing the words are not-understanding

words are not for understanding but for love-kissing

for oaks

for willows

for wriggling

for meandering

for Knifer’s rubbing

rub don’t rub

I am a mine of eternity

a shop full of unrealized wishes

how harsh You are my tenderness

I say to the Tender-Woman

You’re not calling me

I’m telling You

in spite with delight

tears are running down my face

I love-kiss You Beate Niman

consciousness of conscience

conscience of consciousness

adrenalin of goodness

a

secret

of

poem

is

within

one

and

only

breath

of

love

in

each

being

practicing the other cheek is the only martial art

I rejoice You even though You don’t exist yet

I rejoice You only when You are here

here

path

I’m traveling You path

You’re traveling me rose

I just thought I’ll tattoo a path and a rose on Your body dear God

a picture of a path underneath which is written rose

a picture of a rose underneath which is written path

I’m just a game of all beings

I’m playing on my own

pulsating with one and only heart

I love everyone who loves heart

I love everyone who loves brain

I love everyone who loves pussy

I love everyone who loves cock

yesterday it opened up to me that

word I is the name of God

pronoun I is the pronoun that is used by people who are talking just about themselves

sometimes I feel as I don’t have wings

tears feel like they should keep on pouring

I’m flying through tears

tears are pouring more tears

I love-kiss You Lazar Risar

wow how Your heart is good

wow how Your heart is beautiful

Beate

Lazar

I AM I OF EVERYBODY AND EVERYTHING

The life of the world goes on by somebody's will – somebody is doing some kind of

work with the life of this world and with our lives. In order to have the hope of

understanding the meaning of this will, it is first of all necessary to fulfil it,

to do that which is wanted of us

Leo Tolstoy

I’m excited by somebody’s will which is doing some kind of work

I’m imagining and surrendering to that miraculous work

if You touch Your nose then we did the same thing in joy of all beings within that work

grace

with violins

grace

with street corners

grace

with horse’s neighing

sometimes my writing is nothing else but neighing

continuation of our conversations on the corner

violin-like between the fingers

I’m thirsty of You my male-friend

I’m yearning for You my female-friend

I love You more and more with all Your faults and I’m

more and more against each and every one of them

only the soul and goodness of a loyal whore can save You from Yourself

every group accepts with deepest respect somebody who admits

the evil deeds that members of their group committed

it’s not too clear the way I wrote this but everything is so clear that it can’t be clearer

every group in most horrible way condemns as a traitor everyone

who admits the evil deed that they themselves have committed

evil deeds are done by our mothers and fathers and their mothers and fathers

we are doing evil as well as they are because we are hiding evil done by our mothers

and fathers and on top of that we are obliging our kids to hide our evil

through all beings both ours and theirs are gone and the

goodness of one and only being permeates all beings

sex is surrendering ourselves to the other

love is surrendering ourselves to everybody and everything

I all beings

I of the knee-kneel-down

I joy of a soul

I You

with the word I I sing the pronoun I in every being

I am Your I. You are Your I

pretentiousness is sometimes the only unpretentiousness

I am I of everybody and everything

unpretentiousness is sometimes the only pretentiousness

I of the radiance

modesty is sometimes the only radiance

I of the modesty

radiance is sometimes the only modesty

admirations. prayings. redemptions

confessions. identifications

making-god-like

friendships. recognitions. fuckings. wholeings

tendernesses. carefullnesses. patiences

musics. readings. lonelinesses. agreeings

loyalties. perseverances

receivings. givings. thankings

solidarities. compassions. making decisions. carrying on

singings

dancings

path

rose

becoming-more-beautiful. approvals

emotions. obediences

creations. revelations

approvings. being-more-beautiful

simplicities. repetitions

reductions. enlargements

enthusiasms. tranquillities. calmnesses

circlings. interweavings

walkings. budding

bowings

face

to all beings

breathings. harmonisations

considerations. immortalities

vowings. overcomings

beings. joys. transformations. becomings

one. resurrections

truths. freedoms. courages. weaknesses

writings. drawings. photographings. silencings. speakings. sightings

I

I’m going

vastness

just words

nobody

goodness of beauty

all beings

a horse in a mare

loyalty of the heart

sameness of the mind

word after word

balance

I am every word that I write

life of all beings

love for every being

mathematics of the specific

music of the abstract

film of the words

film

of

the

poem

beauty of goodness

one is the fucking

one the wedding

Angelus Silesius

happily

don’t pander yourself my son

I’m looking at you my words you’re beautiful like roses

I’m looking at you my words you’re good like a path

I enjoy watching you appearing before my eyes

mystics of creation

mambo of hips

joy for writing the way I do

gratitude because I can’t write differently

simply

God

revolt against women

a sudden one

revolt through love

revolt through refinement and non-hurting

Miroslav Mandic Revolt against women is dedicated to You my wife and

to all women who were created through beauty and fertilized with God’s nobleness

Miroslav Mandic Revolt doesn’t hurt a single

woman it rather encourages for beauty and nobleness

I never met a woman who revolted against female culture

I know only two men who revolted against male culture

when I was sixteen I revolted against male killings

and crimes that are celebrated through myths and schools

men are killing each other. women are stultifying each other

I spent whole life being compassionate towards women

now I’m disgusted with all of that because a lot of times I felt women insensitivity

primarily towards their partners which they are

insidiously crazily and to extinction fighting with for domination

women are unbearable with their seduction and

inability to open up and let everything into themselves

they are egotistical to nothingness

by abolishing their sexuality they are in constant incestuous connection with

their children not allowing them to brake off from them and conveying all sin onto them

men are cheating on women with their property and weapons

women are cheating men with their motherhood and children

men are dominating over women with their heroisms and systems

women are dominating over men with their sacrifices and chaos’s

men are celebrating killings and they rule through them

women are dazed with motherhood and they rule through it

of course

as long as there is property women are entitled to the half of it like with all other things and

of course a woman in existing system is exposed to male violence and that is unforgivable

my woman join me – all women join me

this is non-violent revolt against women and female culture

be-whole

all women revolt against women and female culture

all men revolt against men and male culture

remaining-whole

all women revolt against men and male culture

all men revolt against women and female culture

be-whole-and-healed

women look up to those rare women

love-kiss each other

to Penelope. Mother of God. Rabia. Mother Theresa. Emily Dickinson. Gertrude Stein

Nadezhda Mandelstam. Simone Weil. Billie Holiday. Isidora Sekulic. Amy Winehouse…

my beloved ones I’m loyal to you and I love-kiss you

nor female nor male but a child

not even a child but all younglings

not even all younglings but each being

not even each being but all beings

not even all beings but You

not even You but I

not even I but God

bud