Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog





    1896. day
    11th March 2010





    good beautiful


    beautiful good


    good good


    beautiful beautiful


    when good and beautiful are together – goodness emanates beauty –

    beauty shines goodness


    when good and beautiful are divided – devil teaches through goodness –

    seduces through beautiful


    within the snowflake of snow are snowflakes of goodness and snowflakes of beautiful


    when male and female are together – male is encouraging – female is alleviating


    when female and male are separated – male is killing – female is enslaving


    earth and sky are one

    man and all beings are one


    we are together so as to be one – together


    together means being one and not together


    one is freedom


    one is truth


    one is love


    every day is not just something everyday but also a biggest festivity


    every day art is not only most simple and most ordinary

    but also most rare and omnipresent


    every day art is not only accessible to everybody

    but it’s also most expensive and not bribable


    every day art is a daily bread

    kneaded with water of repetition and wheat of gratitude


    I am grateful every day for every day art


    I love every nature that changes its nature on its own


    to change one’s nature means to create better nature


    to live one’s nature and not change it means to enlarge evil


    I don’t love any nature which violently changes anybody else’s and any other nature





    modernity after postmodernity

    just implyity after implyity


    world is full of implyities that is understood only by those who imply it


    implyities are death of a spirit


    I stopped by friends – Mandic family – they put in my bag to take with me



    eggplant-peppers salad



    cabbage salad


    cake and cakes

    madness from love and allessence

    you are invited for lunch


    I kiss everything I eat


    alllife – feed yourself with my love


    my dear tattoo the shape of my lips on your body

    I wanted to send You an e-mail with this suggestion but I

    gave up since every blessing is anyways written only for You



    1897. day
    12th March 2010

    I believe that mathematics is not approving violence of people over other beings


    if mathematics would approve the violence it wouldn’t be alive

    and it couldn’t develop


    mathematics is the blues of higher beings


    he was betrayed by his and his enemy was betrayed by his


    ours are traitors


    future of the man is in that to find the way to redeem for his violence


    violence of democracy

    violence of communism

    violence of fascism

    violence through secrets

    violence through richness

    violence through reputation

    violence of imperialism

    violence of colonialism

    violence of feudalism

    violence of slavery

    violence of racism

    violence of gas chambers

    violence of concentration camps

    violence of shopping malls

    violence of bread and games

    violence of banks

    violence of civilisations

    violence through conquering the universe

    violence through building dams

    violence through digging mines

    violence through cutting woods

    violence through taming animals

    violence through missionary work

    violence of the inquisition

    violence of the stakes

    violence of the guillotines

    violence of the gallows

    violence of the electric chair

    violence of bioengineering

    violence of butchery

    violence of the sawmills


    violence of the humanitarian actions through which all the violence is laundered


    violence of the school and university in which the human evil is hushed up

    and the conscience of children and youth is killed

    so as they could do violence

    with a clear conscience


    I cannot live with all of that and that’s why I write this


    I live for the resurrection of all beings and especially for those beings that I hurt


    I create for all and not yet created beings and

    especially for those that I now hurt with my creation


    all beings will back up a man in his redemption


    redemption is a humus of great creation

    you can do it man yes you can


    all known beings are only a small portion of unknown beings

    and all of them together make all beings


    rhythm is a being


    multitude of beings is in the rhythms of all beings


    silence is a being


    multitude of beings are in silence


    all beings are in a poem that all beings love


    Danube I kiss You – I shout and wave at Danube


    I also kiss you Miroslav – shouts to me and flows to me Danube


    just when I look at the eyes of the day I see that eyes of the day are watching me


    just when I look at the eyes of the truth I see that eyes of the truth are watching me


    just when I look at the eyes of love I see that eyes of love are kissing me


    eyes are watching eyes


    one eye is in all eyes


    eyes are watching so as to kiss


    joy of life with all beings


    I am radiant with love of all beings







    you feel how it spreads in my chest



    1898. day
    13th March 2010

    I’m reading the autobiography of James Brown on the computer. it’s beginning

    to snow. goodness is so beautiful. I’m crying. tears are filling my eyes

    boy don’t give up


    I love courage of these words that just exist


    I love I love


    I love all beings – all beings are my parents – my wife – my kids


    everything is mine because nothing is mine


    who wants to care about man as species they must

    care about man for at least million years


    man as a species is destroyed by what he thinks is his

    his blood

    his offspring

    his family

    his race

    his nation

    his state

    his culture

    his language

    his property

    his Planet


    hey beauty that went on road – I said aloud while I was drawing Good Walker


    while I’m waiting for the meeting with Vladimir Macura

    I’m walking around hotel Moscow


    Vladimir gave me green pencil two meters long


    I want that all beings all the time feel my love


    I would love if all beings would know about Miroslav Mandic

    and Miroslav Mandic Art


    the best ones are much more modest they only want that

    their nation or race or sex or their civilisation knows about them


    not only that I would love if all beings would know about the name

    Miroslav Mandic but I believe that they already know it


    regardless of my wish being a subject of ridicule or being considered crazy

    I think that it is an essence of every being that they are known and loved by all



    my wish that all beings know the name Miroslav Mandic is a wish of every nightingale


    every grass blade


    every Walt Whitman


    every Fernando Pessoa


    every Friedrich Holderlin


    every Maister Eckhart


    every Billie Holiday


    every Gertrude Stein


    every baby on the breast of the beggar woman


    every tear off little branch


    every kernel of wheat


    everyone who has hushed up

    the name of Miroslav Mandic art

    and the art of Miroslav Mandic name


    my wish that all beings know the name Miroslav Mandic

    arises on the music of the wish through which all beings are dancing and singing


    Miroslav Mandic liberates light and love in every being


    Miroslav Mandic is created from deep modesty of every enthusiasm


    Miroslav Mandic lasts through warm tranquillity of every calm-down


    Miroslav Mandic in Your name – You in the name Miroslav Mandic



    1900. day
    15th March 2010
















    here were the names of fourteen close people who I wrote to on Saturday

    I’m going more and more far away and closer and closer to the heart of all beings – Your heart

    heart is a poem

    heart is singing the mind

    I’m writing to You because I hope You love me

    and You can bear as well my work as me and name Miroslav Mandic

    I’m sending You the blessings of this week in order for You to help me for

    everything to be as it is written in them – the way I believe is dear to God

    my poems and Miroslav Mandic art is

    beaming and confirmation of the heavenly wish that I am

    that everything that is is

    God within me God

    this e-mail I’m sending to You

    through the face of singing

    through the face of creating

    through the face of loyalty

    on Sunday I thought that this could disturb some of them

    and I didn’t send this letter to anybody along with last week’s blessings


    I’m leaving – what you feel is the mind

    I’m coming – what you feel is the heart


    ... I’m leaving coming leaving coming leaving coming leaving coming...


    the only one – same as all beings


    just God


    just poem


    just rose


    just road


    just every being


    I’m everything


    receive me in yourself




    bloom Miroslav Mandic-all beings-love-God


    Miroslav Mandic is the name of heavens


    everything that isn’t the heavens is boring and it kills itself and everything

    around it from boredom


    Miroslav Mandic is the name of all beings


    Miroslav Mandic is the way by which through the joke on his account

    everything becomes Miroslav Mandic


    as long as there are names Miroslav Mandic will be love in every name


    when the last name disappears Miroslav Mandic name will also disappear


    I’m repeating the name Miroslav Mandic in the same way I repeat everything

    as well as I repeat myself


    like a footballer who on training sessions repeats everything that becomes

    perfect in playing the game


    I’m not Miroslav


    I’m not Mandic


    I’m not Miroslav Mandic


    I am Miroslav Mandic


    art of one name – art within one name


    everything sung through a one name


    Miroslav Mandic – everything kisses everybody


    Miroslav Mandic – love is one


    name yourself Miroslav Mandic – call me Miroslav Mandic


    Miroslav Mandic is Aleksa Golijanin whom I met by chance after three years


    Miroslav Mandic is Ana Djordjevic-Petrovic whom I met by chance

    and just before we met bought me a white woollen yarn for Miroslav Mandic book

    I told Ana first about the Big Pictures that I will begin to do




    1901. day
    16th March 2010

    I’m reading with pleasure Slobodan Tisma

    and his latest book Quattro Stagioni


    take something anything and you’ll see – it’s love


    give something anything and you’ll feel – it’s a poem


    state of love is the state of the poem – primary state


    event of the life is the event of the story – secondary state


    Field Poppies

    I love you – cum all

    Field Poppies is the title of my drama that is consisted only of four words I love you – cum all


    I asked director of love Branko Popovic to direct this drama


    Field Poppies are dedicated to the audience and only real directing – directing

    of the audience itself


    Field Poppies is performed first like a chamber play until it slowly develops into

    mass gatherings during which the text itself says everybody cums together





    I’m disgusted with myself – I saved myself – I redeemed you

    Dandelion is the title of my drama that is consisted only out of ten words


    I dedicated Dandelion to You

    call me to give You direction for its performing


    I’m going to see and take photos of blue flowers


    I will find blue flowers down by the river


    the wind is blowing – I found them – they are incomprehensibly beautiful


    unnoticeable from beauty – unnoticeable for goodness


    I enjoy listening the bell that bells me


    my happiness is called the Happiness of All Beings


    I am sure that flies wouldn’t agree to live not being happy


    I immediately feel like an ocean by the Danube


    I smile a bit and I think – right away is the biggest ocean


    everything that is the most valuable is free and everything that is not worth is

    more and more expensive until it comes to the most expensive to the killing


    everything that is expensive is connected to plundering and killing


    expensive is crime


    tender is cheap


    I’m neither with these nor with these nor with these –

    I’m a golden thread with everybody


    I don’t like human secrets. hidings. but I find it nice

    how Bojana’s Svetomir has spoken about secret


    secret like a cause of incomprehensible and inconceivable


    Bojana’s Svetomir also spoke nicely about shame like inappropriate and

    not able to adjust


    a young man in front of me is speaking on the mobile phone and by

    his movements I felt how was ashamed and felt humiliated


    I was always ashamed. especially in my childhood


    now I felt – I was ashamed because I felt that I wasn’t of this world


    only with God You and all beings I’m not ashamed



    1902. day
    17th March 2010

    the blessings that are going to follow I will be writing

    until I meet up with Jelena Besir on the tram bridge


    I love to prepare myself for a meeting. especially while walking

    just before the meeting


    preparations for the meeting are very important. that is a kind of dignity

    that refines


    looking forward to the meeting and respect for the one you are meeting with


    preparations for the meeting create and shape the meeting


    every meeting is the first one for me. decisive. which I expect everything

    and nothing from. meeting of two first people. with no experience. heavenly. innocent


    twenty or so days ago Jelena and me had fantastic

    Business Lunch today I will propose her Sex Lunch


    until now I had only Business Coffees and Business Lunches

    but this would be the first Sex Lunch


    God Lunch

    Sex Lunch

    Business Lunch

    these are the lunches that make – I just discovered –

    Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings


    I am near Main Post Office. I think of the Eternal Art


    I live and create Eternal Art


    I am Eternal Art – I spoke out in front of the National Assembly


    Eternal Art is art


    not this or that art but just art


    everyone that is engaged in Eternal Art is its founder – the first – the only one


    Eternal Art is created by One and Only Artist


    all artists make One and Only Artist


    One and Only Artist makes all artists


    I crossed the bridge and Jelena is not yet here but she will come…


    …Jelena got bus no.65 and blessings that are following are after our meeting


    a man is hailing a taxi with a cigarette in his hand

    and the smoke from his cigarette meanders through the crossroads


    before the meeting with Jelena temperature was few degrees

    lower so now I’m enjoying the slow walk on the warm sun


    I respect and love everybody’s sex


    everybody’s sexuality is unique and beautiful


    all beings are fascinated by the sexuality of every being


    mathematics is the ode to the sexuality of all beings


    sex is a hero of immortality


    sexual beings are feeding with immortality all beings


    sex is loyal to the eternity


    I love loyally


    one doesn’t live any more from big things but from small ones

    a bakery woman who I bought first bread from told me


    I am a sex of all beings – You are the most exciting and most desirable being – hey




    1903. day
    18th March 2010

    happiness is sad


    I’m unhappy because almost everybody thinks only of their own happiness

    nobody thinks of me and hardly anybody is happy because of me

    many of the happy ones don’t know that I am unhappy at that time

    I am happiness – it’s down to happiness – only one of the beings of all beings

    I am happiness only when all beings are happy

    there is no happier being than me when all beings are happy

    happiness is telling me


    I love how Slobodan Tisma is writing about colours and the fact that

    he is writing a lot about them


    all my life I was doing my best not to seduce but

    to show everybody that they are exciting and very desirable


    I’m a bee that shows to every woman that she is the most beautiful and

    most desirable


    I’m a grass blade that shows to every being that it is most desired being


    I’m a success and I say – You are the most desirable being


    never forget one thing that only You are wanted by all beings

    dedicated to the young man who came to Jelena Besir to say hallo to her in Knez Mihailova street


    I am God because I love You


    I am God because I’m only God


    I am God because I’m God’s glory


    death doesn’t let down


    death gives life


    people have betrayed death


    they have renounced the eternal life


    if I don’t feel that my mother is a whore and my father

    criminal I will always think that whores and criminals are other people


    if I never feel that I’m nobody I will always think that

    those who are nobody are somebody


    long live Dragan Mitrovic

    I said to the eight year old boy who just told me his name


    Dragan Mitrovic is my happiness with which I make all beings happy


    how just money makes somebody happy when I give it to them with no reason

    dedicated to the sexy money


    one bee flew down on the cardboard box in the container


    with all beings I want everything and with everybody


    without single one being among all other beings I don’t want anything with anybody


    I of all beings within me will never die


    I of only my being will die for all beings


    somebody set aside these very two little stones for me to find them


    every blessing that I write is gratitude to God because I even wrote it


    have you ever went through Mokroluska street exactly on the corner with

    Zajcova street


    humour is a being of all beings


    thank you Miroslav Mandic – humour tells me


    mama where are you going – a little girl asks

    I’m going to fuck – mama answered

    in Jase Ignjatovica street to the pleasure of Jasa Ignjatovic – I believe


    I become groundlessly become happy and immediately ashamed

    because I think that my happiness hurts somebody


    in front of Filip Visnjic publishing company I throw a dice

    and ask it if I can watch the arse of this girl in front of me

    yes – it answered me. I’m now watching it peacefully and with pleasure...

    one more dedication to the sexy money






    1904. day
    19th March 2010

     I’m not judging – I’m just udging


    udging and walking 


    with (fifth) extremity


    penis – ohm

    (in Serbian it’s “ud – om”, which is just separated word “udom”, meaning what is in previous blessing)


    I’m penising – torsoing - heading


    I’m penising – hearting – minding


    I’m grazing words


    I’m driving humour


    I’m picking with words


    world of sanctity


    world from hoar frost


    world of shirts


    to pass away

    with no pain



    forever Yours always


    white football


    white angel

    last night Srdjan Valjarevic gave me white football form sport club Sindjelic


    on the chest of all beings I hug You exhausted


    I address beautiful and good words to everybody


    so that everybody would be good through beautiful words


    so that everybody would be beautiful through good words


    sea is beautiful and good


    mountain is beautiful and good


    plain indicates – until a minute ago exhausted one has recovered


    I would have been a sad being if I haven’t met the sorrow of the plains


    I would have been a mortal being if I haven’t seen fear from death in art


    I kiss the sorrow of the plains – it’s joyous

    I hug the art that is afraid of death – it’s immortal


    art of the plain liberates the plain from sorrow


    art of immortality liberates the art from the fear of death


    who in spite of everything starts believing in themselves are called

    My Friend is Miroslav Mandic


    who in spite of everything starts believing in the other and all beings is called

    Miroslav Mandic


    I love You my Bra – retrospective of Miroslav Mandic is held within Miroslav Mandic

    I just sent sms to Branko Popovic

    of course Miroslav

    Branko answered



    1905. day
    20th March 2010

    today is the beginning of spring – today’s blessings are dedicated to the

    fifteen year old girl who was the first to receive my friend within her 


    everything is in that girl 


    every being is a girl 


    all beings are a boy


    a girl receives a boy within her


    a boy gives himself completely to a girl – he disappears


    a girl receives a whole boy – she disappears


    eternal spring of a girl and boy – God’s child is created


    through one limb


    a limb of a path


    ohm of the roses


    I am a God – a God’s work


    I think of myself as if I’m a God – devil’s work


    revelation – experience of the same


    discovery – experience of the different


    I feel more and more that through saying any given word I’m saying all words


    spring – every word has received every word within itself


    spring – take a look at the eternal art of spring within the spring of the Eternal Art


    spring – I’m sad – sadness is betrayed joy that happened to us


    spring – after a long time I’m sitting

    leaning on the bollard waiting for the green light


    spring – first spring of the first time second ten year walking


    God will give that next year I will write

    second spring of the first time second ten year walking



    spring – I’m walking-planeting – Planet is moving away under my feet


    spring – to every woman from 7 to 107 I smile with I like you very much smile


    spring – get your master degree on Miroslav Mandic Fucks Everybody’s Mother


    spring – get your PhD on Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother


    spring – sea move to the doors of all beings


    spring – so as the water would exist even when it disappears


    spring – I am a porn worker to all beings on the web site

    spring – web site is a home of all beings
























    everyone who receives the other within themselves is God







    1907. day
    22nd March 2010

    I slept through a whole day yesterday. in the afternoon I was throwing up

    I lost strength. my stomach was troubling me all night. it had too much of

    leak on Saturday


    I’m walking slowly. I’m nursing myself


    I’m tender towards my stomach


    when I lose my strength I feel how everything is coming from it


    without strength I can’t write a single word


    yesterday and this morning my spine was painful. I felt problems with my sight


    I just now realised the connection between the sight and spine


    troubles with my spine came from sorrow


    I felt sorrow because joy is constantly destroyed


    how to rejoice with somebody when so many join joys are destroyed


    rejoice my spine


    my eyes watch clearly


    my stomach calm down


    sorrow is so dangerous


    sorrow makes you sick


    sorrow is lethal


    I kiss You sorrow – sorrow rejoice


    bodies are more and more dear to me because they are so fragile


    body is more fragile than the soul. soul is more fragile than the spirit


    the body of the word water is the word water


    soul of the word water is thirst


    spirit of the word water is health


    grace heals


    I’m walking for a grace in Your spine


    I’m walking for a grace in everybody’s I


    grace raspberry

    (in Serbian the difference is only in one letter: “milina malina”)


    just God – just God – doesn’t stop to constantly be a God


    God yearns for somebody else to become God


    God lives me


    through God everything lives


    nobody dies to God


    God spine raspberry God





    1908. day
    23rd March 2010

    I’m walking – abdomen is still struggling


    buds are more and more green


    gardens have been dug up. roses pruned


    I love the artist in every being


    all being love to be beautiful


    I feel nice to watch the buds on the trees


    greenery is drizzling


    Vera told me in her e-mail to buy probiotik

    capsules because I might have got some bacteria or virus


    I believe that all beings are serving the life of all beings


    I believe that bacteria and viruses are serving the life of all beings


    there is a great strength in bacteria and viruses


    here are first white leaves petals of the trees blossoms


    through the buds on the trees the air is budding as well


    oh now us – said a man when the green light on the crossroads went on


    ever since there are wars human society is based on

    two pillars. pillar of killers and pillar of criminals


    whoever relies on and believes in pillars they must rely on killers or criminals


    army or police


    university or show business


    state or secret organisations


    future of human species is not in pillars


    but in compassion and permeating – awareness that everything depends

    on smallest and the least important


    only freedom of all beings is freedom for every being as well


    a man plants flowers – that pleases my stomach


    I think of everything that is in a stomach


    in a stomach of creation


    I would just take photos of blooming of the trees


    when two people don’t understand each other that causes wars


    when words are let down that kills the buds


    I’m throwing a ball – I’m celebrating life

    for last hundred or so meters I think of the book To Celebrate Life that I saw in the shop window


    I caress you backs of my abdomen – I caress you abdomen of my backs


    abdomen is beautiful – backs are good


    my abdomen is bothering me but I rejoice since I write about the abdomen


    I threw a ball to the gloomy fourteen year old boy

    he caught it and smiled at me and that rejoiced me a lot


    A BOY

    1909. day
    24th March 2010

    five words in them selves


    boy help all beings


    exploitation is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness


    colonialism is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness


    imperialism is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness


    law of the stronger is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness


    domination is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness


    grass is greener and greener


    grass is greener and greener with every moment


    Alistair call a boy within to help You. that little boy who was

    awaken by his mother at 4 am to deliver the milk to the doors

    of the people of Kilbirnie a small town 18 miles south of Glasgow

    that boy like any other boy or girl is alive. full of life and hope

    and more than anything devoted and that’s why he is healing as well as the best ally


    I threw a dice and asked should I make public a photo of a children graveyard


    I was thinking for a long time what to write under the photo of children graveyard


    children graveyards are shrines of the victims of love for a love itself


    people are trying to extend human life on thousand years


    why changing eternal life within us for just thousand years


    I hop and there is eternity


    where are you. I’m slowly forgetting in my arse

    an old loafer with irony and pathos is greeting his friends across the street


    newspaper seller is whistling joyfully


    when I expel the air from the stomach everything is nice again


    I would love to eat olive oil but why is it so expensive


    I’m watching this dog with pleasure. I love dogs and I love the fact

    that I don’t have a dog


    I’m always excited by the fight for a just cause


    In life I couldn’t find the just cause

    because just causes were fights against somebody


    I more believed in a fight with myself then in a fight for something


    I more believed in singing than fighting


    I wasn’t fighting but I admired great creators – the fragile ones – the rejected ones


    I found the only just cause for me in all beings


    in my just cause are all other just causes


    I fight for all beings with love and creation


    I’m fighting without fight


    through walking – winking


    through singing – dancing


    through budding

    at Lion the football season is opened with the Hajduk – Vozdovac mach



    1910. day
    25th March 2010

    Silence is so precise – Mark Rothko


    Conscience – that’s where the power of God lies – Soren Kierkegaard


    I enjoyed yesterday in these lovely thoughts


    I think


    it’s such a nice word think


    it tastes heavenly


    words think for themselves






    voluminous size


    four forces

    strong force – electromagnetic force – weak force – gravitation force

    of the one force


    forces of love


    it’s such a nice word force


    dear force


    Waiting and being patient, that means to think – Friedrich Nietzsche


    patient saved


    travelling companion


    by the face of the travelling companion


    I think the horse


    thoughts of the horse – thoughts of the grass


    never without the horse – nowhere without grass


    eyes think


    leaves think


    if I’d take a stone in my hand I feel the weight of its thoughts which are thinking me


    decisions think


    loyalty thinksall


    physics of love – love creates love


    now thinks


    I would love to think good thoughts much more


    I think of You – sun in the spine


    while I was shaving I was constantly thinking of thoughts and

    I couldn’t stop because all the thoughts have been good and beautiful


    earth thinks of the hungry ones... humour thinks of the sad ones...

    all beings think the being...


    I’m thinking – I’m budding



    1911. day
    26th March 2010

    is destroying the atomic weapons destruction or creation


    people are destroying a lot of things in order to build

    and they build many things in order to destroy


    when I solve the problem that I can solve the problem that I cannot solve disappears


    I’m entering the woods – a bird is humming more and more


    bees are landing on white and purple flowers


    I’m passing through the Topcider graveyard


    how fool of blossom is white magnolia


    when the magnolias start blooming all air sexualises


    by this air I circulate through existence


    I am a string of all beings


    one string one melody


    wind – isn’t it You


    while I’m slowly walking down the steep slope I feel the beauty

    of the shrine of modesty within me


    tree is beautiful to itself


    it’s worth living millions of years for the moment that creates millions of years


    brick is covered by the moss


    life wants to be born from everything


    I’m thinking of a walking stick


    with a walking stick I can make a circle and save myself

    from everything that is not good


    with a walking stick I can open a circle for everything that is good


    walking stick – start circle


    I am a circle of the openness towards everything that is open


    goodness is open


    people are running down the forest paths


    I’m walking over the soft sawdust that is thrown over the path

    so there wouldn’t be no mud


    if all factories that make any kind of weapon would be destroyed

    would it be destruction or creation


    on this late afternoon sun the beauty of a young woman is walking within me


    on the face of every man I can see the mastery of ancient masters

    from whom the craft of existence could be learnt much better

    than on the paintings of any given great master


    tree tops are already so green that they are richer than any kind of money


    every bud is more valuable than any bank


    everything that I am I invest into the Bud of All Beings


    for a poem there is no law – the poem is the law


    for love there is no law – love is love

    first lettuce of this year – and eighteen years from Kaja’s death




    1912. day
    27th March 2010

    innocence is acquired


    I am intimate with every particle


    it wants itself the spring wants itself


    the law should exist only for those who are

    committing violence on others in the name of the law


    this big tree has filled my chest


    blessings are wreaths of words around Your heart


    only with all beings am I among my own


    if the asphalt that covers the earth would be destroyed

    would it be destruction or creation


    a girl is peeping out a window on the ground floor


    I am alone so as I wouldn’t be alone


    carrying on one’s own solitude is great art


    alone all beings


    alone because I believe I live from the community of all beings


    alone because I kiss the harmony


    alone to everybody


    alone for everybody


    alone so as nobody’s backs wouldn’t be alone


    I catch the ball – what a unity


    I bought the round loaf bread. it looks more like a soul than a bread


    Bud of All Beings is developing. how

    if I would know how I couldn’t be creating it


    towards the end of the next week I will walk the first thousand kilometres


    I feel sleepy. I’m hungry. my feet are sore from tiredness


    I’m looking forward to the lettuce


    I’m looking forward to the book My Life by Richard Wagner


    I’m really sleepy


    but I will finish today’s blessings like horses that are sleeping while walking


    my hands are smelling like a shampoo


    serenity is resting me


    blooming is bringing me closer...


    I washed the lettuce so as I wouldn’t fall asleep


    I’m sleepy – it’s so sad – it’s so tender


    this writing while I’m so very sleepy is really heroic


    I’m going to rest my heart


    58TH TIME 33 DAYS

    1914. day
    29th March 2010

    every moment – endless melody


    every bud – melody of endlessness


    blossoming of the sun


    God help me not to have compulsory and ugly

    thoughts with regards of the close ones that hurt me

    I said while I was drawing the Blue Rose


    I’m walking – I’m spreading the joy to the joyful ones

    so as they enlarge and spread it to the sad ones


    I’m walking – I’m spreading the health to the healthy ones

    so as they enlarge and spread it to the sick ones


    I spoke to Zoltan. we spoke about buying iMac


    I will get the money from Vera and Tibor


    I stopped by Sun’s to see if he can help me buy it


    all of that separates me from the blessings


    I’m writing about all of that so as that would be blessings as well


    day after tomorrow Sun and me will go through the shops to see the iMacs


    Zoltan will install one programme

    with help of which he will be able to put everything I need


    I would love to talk to somebody who knows computers slowly and softly


    I love to talk for a long time slowly and softly


    as if I don’t know nothing about what I am talking about


    as if everything we are talking about becomes right now and depends only from us


    finding out in order to enlarge the joy


    finding out – wondering – admiring – bowing down


    knowledge puffs up and creates prejudices


    with prejudice there are no finding out and comprehensions. there is no joy


    I’m looking forward to the iMac


    for me technology is also natural. innocent like a nature


    technology is made of all beings – technology makes all beings


    I hope I will have louder speakers and with

    even grater enjoyment listen to the classical music


    all music


    I’m starting to enjoy the reading of Wagner’s life


    I live with Wagner. I’m sharing his life and creation. I empathise with him


    autobiographies are complete art work


    first time second ten year walking is autobiographical walking


    Miroslav Mandic is walking of the autobiography


    every being is autobiography of all beings


    there is no cooking in heavens. cooking is in hell

    dedicated to the lettuce and non-cooking



    1915. day
    30th March 2010

    I’m retyping my old texts from the seventies


    I’m permeated by the same eros of loyalty


    loyalty is eternal beginning


    grass blades on which children’s fingers are cut


    drops of blood on very green


    in the Bud of All Beings any given detail is a master piece


    before the fruit starts to ripen the flowers are saying everything


    I’m enjoying in the name of joy of life – enjoy


    enjoy in the name of joy of love – I’m enjoying


    I’m watching the thorns on the pruned roses and

    I’m thinking of Your heel thorn that has gone


    purple magnolias are budding


    humanity is just one clump in the vast Bud of All Beings


    I bounced the ball of the wall and it came back straight to my hands –

    live mathematics


    here is written love. really nice

    a little boy that is selling wet handkerchiefs on the street told me protectively


    wind blew my hair. the smell of the violet stimulates my nose


    I’m watching the air


    invisible is so gentile


    red haired girl full of strength is going down the street in a hurry and she is

    touching the wall with her fingers


    beautiful woman with sad eyes is led by a dog she took for a walk


    I gripped the yellow tennis ball with my hand

    so as it shapes my energy into the regular circling


    I’m throwing the ball for the joy of all beings


    I’m throwing the ball for the health of all beings


    I’m throwing the ball for the freedom of all beings


    I’m throwing the ball for the transformation of all beings


    I’m throwing the ball for the loyalty of all beings


    I’m throwing the ball for the love of all beings


    I’m throwing the ball for the success of all beings


    I’m throwing the ball for the good of all beings


    catching the ball is really good singing


    throwing and catching the ball is really good creation


    spring is breast feeding all beings with the milk of life


    a being is breast feeding another being with itself


    with the milk of milk – with the belly button of belly button

    eat and drink




    1916. day
    31st March 2010

    a lot of my creation was based on restraining from creation


    a lot of my living was based on restraining from living


    often just a presentiment




    look to the side


    compassion with rejected ones


    not agreeing with what implies


    not agreeing with power and arrogant indifference




    the unprotected


    surrendering to


    the fragile


    identifying with


    the same


    the repeated


    touch of immortality


    through tears








    always though grass












    first of June








    the essence of every goal in football is the same


    and every goal in football or anything else is different




    1917. day
    1st April 2010

     dear miroslav,

    on sunday i run a trail running half marathon, 21km – in the Vertes mountains.

    you can see me on the list, i am the 23rd 

    i have been running since i run for you back in the winter – you might remember, so i was preparing and

    did it - for you, 21km – 2hours 6minutes 29seconds and it seems i became addict of running, so i keep running and

    have a few other trails in mind. i will tell you all the joy that will come on the way!

    with a lots of love... tivadar

    poslao mi je Tivadar sinoć mejl


    sa ovim drugim Tivadarovim trčanjem za Pupoljak Hodanja i dvadeset

    i jednim kilometrom nadoknadio sam sve kilometre koje nisam hodao zbog bolesti


    živeo Tivadare. živeli svi Dobri hodači i trkači


    možeš i da spavaš za Pupoljak Hodanja – Pupoljku Hodanja će biti milo


    možeš i da ljubiš Pupoljak Svih Bića sva – bića će uživati u Tvojoj ljubavi










    baš se skupila prašina na mom stolu i oltaru


    Gnezdo čeka čišćenje


    a ja čekam da mi Petar pošalje Bašlarov tekst o gnezdu


    volim prvu predstavu stvari i ne volim pravljenje predstave


    ne volim ni šou a pogotovu ne volim šou-biznis


    ulični psi ljube zabačeno


    moja ramena su biblija ljubavi


    sve me ljubi


    nikog nema to sam ja Tebi


    nikog nema to si Tii meni


    jedno smo – večna ljubav


    svim grudima sam izvor


    misao svim mislima


    dobrota svemu


    jedno smo lice 


    novi stolnjak sam


    ne izneveravam. samo nastavljam










    žudnjo moja – žudim za Tobom – željan sam Te – proslavljam večnost želje


    Tvoj sam ručak svakidašnji


    ništa nerazumnije od razumnih


    jedan niti želi niti može da pobedi sve ali jedan želi i može da ljubi sve


    neprimetni su najprisutniji


    institut trenutka

    18:51h podigoh pogled za loptom i ugledah prve tri laste ove godine



    1.415.549TH STEP

    1918. day
    2nd April 2010

    whenever You feel goodness within You I am with You


    on today’s 8.84th kilometre I will make

    first thousand kilometres of the Bud of Walking


    it will be somewhere around. anywhere. in the heart of the Universe

    I made a circle and came to the birch by which I made the first step


    I didn’t know that today is a holiday. two thousand

    Years ago on this day Christ was crucified


    it’s a great glory that I live in the body and that once

    I won’t be living in the body any more


    I felt myself in this man


    street art loves you

    it’s written on the wall


    one and only street of art is Universe and it goes through everybody’s heart


    how are you – never better in this bad country – he answered her


    I just discovered great as a quality not the quantity


    little as a sensitivity and not measure


    quality of the quantity is within the quantity of the quality


    quality of greatest quality is in the absence of the quality


    accordion player is begging with his accordion


    old shoe shiner is masterly shining shoes


    I think of one hand


    wherever I am cactus you are with me


    Bud of All Beings within it’s every moment is redemption to God for all treasons


    first everything to God then everything to You and all beings


    poem is God’s wish for singing


    two more kilometres to the first thousand kilometres of the Bud of All Beings


    every step that I take is a first step


    every step that I take in glory of the first man’s first step


    Bud of Walking is not a play but rather walking of a play


    through walking of a play a play becomes a notion of first things


    on the thousandth kilometre I will make a photo of

    the face of Good Walker – a face of the walking and pilgrimage


    I will take a photo of the thousandth kilometre step


    thousandth kilometre will be an opportunity to

    say joyfully that I’m sad because nobody is around


    sad – unsuccessful – helpless


    full of creation and love for God You and all beings




    step kisses the step


    step towards the next step