Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

well done departing from America

disclosure of American crimes leads to the cleaning the Europe’s crimes

even though I think that Europe would be better off

starting first, since it was the one to start the first

an e-mail from a friend awaited for me this morning

goodbye Europe

all Your values are nothing until You

redeem for Your conquests colonising and edifications

all Your churches universities parks music museums are nothing

until You go down on Your knees with all those things before those who

You have destroyed and conquered with Your churches parks music and museums

Europe You are nothingness until You give back all of what You seized

rejoice Europe. rejoice America. the time of Asia is coming

of Africa

Oceania

Planet

Universe

joy all-joy

through hiding the guilt and violence everything became pornography

especially all of that and all of those who are fighting the pornography

there is the least amount of pornography in actual pornography

I love the beauty and goodness of all people on porn sites

pornographic is sometimes the only esthetical

glory-hole. bukake. sharing. deep throat. threesome. blow job

young. old. ugly. fat. amateurs. orgasms. kisses

leaves are trembling to the whole world

sky is constantly giving itself away to everybody

sun is in constant erection

plums are melting in the mouth

water flows throughout the body

air never rejected anybody

day never betrayed anybody

each dawn gives itself away to everybody

shoes are just so supple

towels

pillows

abstractions

seasons

orgasms

words

buds

if You have ever seen a stone and immediately said stone

if You have ever been writing poems if and

called all of them if only you would read this poem

if there You go even after so many years I’m again writing those if poems

if is as exciting as when

if You come

if You want

if until then the night already falls down

if You feel me in Your veins

if You have ever wished to be exactly what You are it will be the night

if You have ever lifted Your hand like me now it will be the same hand

if You have ever licked the salt of my tears

if You have ever by licking clitoris regenerated the sea life

if You have ever by kissing the penis head created the sea itself

if You love hoar frosting

if You are nesting birds eggs in Your heart

if You are a student of high and ebb tide

if You stroll through the Universe every day at list once

if agreement and loyalty are the same for You

as they are for me that makes path and for rose happy

if You are radiant also in plainest joy You mean a lot to every joy

if You have ever caressed the whole landscape

You are the whiteness of the invisible circulations

if You are a husband of existence it’s good for the existence

if You are a wife to all beings it’s good for all beings

if You are delighted with beautiful and good like me at this moment

if sometimes You don’t know what to say right now

and You say I don’t know what to say right now

if sometimes gentle humour of life in Your bones takes You before the very God

wow

if You have ever hugged any youngling like God

wow wow

if You have ever kissed God like any youngling

wow wow wow

if You have ever said to somebody

your name is I Don’t Know Who You Are But You Are Everything To Me

if You love-kiss hundred nuns in the hearts of hundred

monks who are praying for better yesterday today and tomorrow

hey if You have ever stopped the orgasm

so that instead of You all beings also feel the pleasure

even if You have done only that it was enough for life to keep on living

if You have ever recognised Yourself within You You will feel you and I and I are one I

if You are all of this then we should be and let us be

You and I and I and I and I and I and I and I and I 

if sometimes You wouldn’t know how to finish

something beautiful this is an opportunity to do so

I am joy

I am joy of the great ones in the hearts of small ones

I am joy of the healthy ones in the hearts of the sick ones

I

am

all

our

conversations

in

this

poem

of

ours

I am tattoos on Amy Winehouse’s skin

I am a nib and a feather and I’m waiting on

the desk before I dip myself in the ink of Your heart

I am a pillow for every I

I am fucking conscience and fuckable consciousness

I am water which trembles and soil that sighs

I am a tambour of the plain and I celebrate the mountains of honesty

I am every step that we are walked by Piece Pilgrim

I am the steps through which Miroslav Mandic walked

twenty three kilometres around the walls of Constantinople – Istanbul

we are the choice

only freedom

I am the choice

only God

I am the poem of all beings in my mind

I am all poems of all poets in my heart

I am the most delicate delicacy and my nationality is one and only people of all beings

I am poem of good people

I am Your miraculous ass my beloved world

I am a dusk of these words in front of Your eyes

I am one on both sides

I am one and only orgasm of opposites

I am sublime plainness

I am I that owes everything to the other

I am I of the other that owes everything to the other

I am the I am in Miroslav Mandic’s poems

Miroslav Mandic I Am

I am the language of mathematics that surrenders to the singing of music

I am the mathematics of language and language of mathematics

and we are both surrendering and giving ourselves away

I am the most fuckable joy and I live in all beings

I wanted to write and thing too but I reminded myself that things are also beings. as well as ideas. that’s even more incomprehensible

I am Miroslav Mandic’s decision and I am going to help him to write I Am

poems to the end of his life and then continue writing them in the eternity of every being

I am the beginning

eternal beginning in the beginning of eternity

tomorrow is my 62^nd birthday

22644^th day of my life

I’d love to spend it in the circle of one and only family of all beings

at the round table of Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings

alone

alone in order to be with everybody

alone so that I wouldn’t hurt anybody

alone I am in Your arms

alone I am in Your pussy

alone I am in Your loyalty

alone I am in Your writing

alone I am in Your struggle with Yourself woman

alone I am in Your struggle with Yourself man

alone I am in Your oath

alone I am in Your transformation

alone I am in Your decision

alone

to

the

lonely

ones

I’d love if all beings would make a cake of all-love for me tomorrow

I want cake

an I can cake

an I am you are I cake

a cake of greatest disgust over my own I

a cake of all our future conversations agreements and fuckings

a cake of Miroslav Mandic Success through

which each being succeeds through all beings

I would love if the first birthday cake of all beings would consist of

biscuits of permeation

fruits of compassion

nuts of redemption

chocolate of waiver

cream of obedience

vanilla of free-of-charge

syrup of immortality

rum of sharing

I would love if the cake is in the shape of a ball and that each being gets a piece

bud cake

I would love if my birthday is a birthday of resurrection of all beings

God just God

Nikolai Fyodorov

I’m first getting on my knees…

…gratitude of gratitude of gratitude

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these days from monastery Vracesnica into the monastery Kovilje also went

Rafaila to the prioress Agripina, Hristina, Magdalina, Marta, Tekla, Haritina

Petar’s e-mail from yesterday

I’m rejoicing You

Rafaila

Agripina

Hristina

Magdalina

Marta

Tekla

Haritina

greatest immodesty is not being God

they have a trash can and they are throwing

things around – says an older woman to her husband in the park

a young man with cigarette leaned on a fence

can’t take his eyes off of girl which is passing by him

keep up poem

poem

help

me

bare

up

No poetry concerning the people is authentic if fatigue does

not figure in it, and the hunger and thirst which come from fatigue

Simone Weil

I’m going on the eight therapy of my left heel. I’m ashamed because the pain didn’t stop

yesterday I wrote with enthusiasm a lot of blessings for this week but I put all of them

this morning into the spare blessings so that I start the sixty third year from the beginning

alone granny sitting on the bench is seriously talking with somebody

here comes the drizzle

drizzling is always good

one man is calmly watching the ground while waiting the tram

a woman patted her hair and pursed her lips

I love how beavers are swimming

when a moment ago I stood up from the computer I could hardly lean on one leg

sometimes only joy remains

falling of the dusk

the smell of coming snow

something that somebody once pinned up somewhere

and it’s still hanging there

and it will be hanging God knows how long

somebody who feels good while calmly standing next to the wooden post

somebody who feels joy in this blessing

or in this mare-like blessing in which a horse starts nickering

I’m enjoying writing blessings and if You also enjoy

while reading it then we are both permeated by the same joy

tranquillity of the hand in hand

I really rejoiced when it started to rain

one of the best ways for somebody to feel the sense is that there is no sense

just drizzling

just singing

I love the most the singers who are talking

I wouldn’t even know about Johnny Cash if you didn’t keep on mentioning him, that’s

why I wonder and I’m asking you: why is he so important to you or why do you love him?

she asked me yesterday in e-mail

I didn’t answer because I don’t like to explain

I’m really interested to hear why do you appreciate

Johnny Cash so much? few words, like in a poem…

she repeated today as well

since I immediately had a lot of thoughts and reasons

swarming I felt that it’s the best if I sing it through blessings

I love trees

I was first drawing them. afterwards I was thinking

them through. and a bit before I was thirty I discovered them

through the picture of a tree I’ve learned to think when I was

twenty from Oswald Spengler and his book The Decline of the West

I love music a lot

I remember Nietzsche’s disagreement with Socrates’

thinking because he wasn’t listening to music

music is a lover of thinking

thinking is music

when thinking is not music for me it’s not even thinking

agreeing

transforming

dancing and singing

roots of music is ethnic music

trunk of music is popular music

treetop of music is creative music

fruits are the best

authors and singers

ego vanity and evil are the best overcome with music

I love author singer the most

the one who sings his or her song

the song which is everything

the one who really sings his or her song sings God

who really comes disappears in love of all beings

the best one is the most rare one

I listen only to him

I’m looking for him

who knows me knows how much he means to me

he is always she as well – she is always he as well

Billie Holiday – Johnny Cash

singing love

I will be singing why I love Johnny Cash tomorrow the day two or three days after tomorrow

I find it harder and harder to speak about anybody

or anything outside of blessings that I sing every day

everything is in them

everything I do feel think believe create sing love-kiss

I do feel think believe create sing and love-kiss in front of all beings and for all beings

so is the answer why I love Johnny Cash

I am public and open for all beings. no secret whatsoever. I don’t believe in no secrets and nobody’s secrets

because of Ulrike Meinhof. because of

Jean Jacques Rousseau. because of Andre Williams

I only believe in the secret of God – I love It and It makes me

because of the dance of life that lives for the light of all-dancing

I am the singing of my words

goodness of kissing

beauty of surrendering

runaway child

Miroslav Mandic Johnny Cash

every word of mine affirms Johnny Cash

Johnny Cash affirms every word of mine

my word is everyone’s word

a word of fresh morning air

a word of Your sweat under the armpits

a word of loyal ideas to the disloyal senses

all beings

one and only loyalty

liking of all things

one and only love

harmony of Universe

one and only fucking

I love Novalis who didn’t even know of Gertrude Stein

I love Gertrude Stein who didn’t even know of Johnny Cash

I love a lot of things even though these things represent 1% of

all things but they affirm all things unlike 99% of things that deny all things

99% are assumevities and I don’t like them because they are selfish and dead thinking

it’s hard for me to live in the world in which what

is important to me and what makes me is not known of

I find that especially hard with those who are close to me

and who think that I am I and I am not I but I am I of all beings

voice of Johnny Cash

I love Johnny Cash because I am Johnny Cash

I love Johnny Cash because You are Johnny Cash

I love Johnny Cash because everything is Johnny Cash

when love is assumed love is dead

when injustice is assumed injustice rules

when one lives in ego everything that exists is meaningless

from a high flying I’m pouncing with tenderness onto Your bosoms

singing is the only answer

surrender to my trembling

I am Johnny Cash

I love Johnny Cash because in the beginning of singing he says I am Johnny Cash

I love Johnny Cash for the same reason I also love Claude Monnet

Claude Monnet for the same reason as Plotinus

Plotinus for the same reason as Cassius Clay

Cassius Clay for the same reason as Simone Weil

circling

dancing of singing

I love blues a lot and I love a lot that James Brown doesn’t love blues

anyway

don’t

explain

anything

shame of a body

body of a tear

deep voice

a poem of the jailed ones

singing till the end of life

freedom for which one lives

I am forever pledged to the shine in their eyes

singer walker

singer leader

when life isn’t surrendering it’s roughness

when life isn’t acquiescence it’s immoral

when in a singer’s voice don’t sing all singers

of all beings that is not Miroslav Mandic Singer

I love-kiss You Johnny Cash

I love-kiss You love-kissing

big particles are guarding small universes

one and only being is Universe

one and only love is love

wind carries leaves. I’m deeply inhaling. a girl with

the violin box is throwing a ball while climbing up the street

jugular vein is straining while she is nervously telling something to her friend

sometimes loving Johnny Cash is the only way of loving You

I always love everyone  who is Johnny Cash – I always and forever think that everybody is Johnny Cash

bread and margarine. bread and margarine.

it’s been said that tomorrow is a new day as well

  in order to better manage this unstable situation, every one of us

will need, especially to those who rule the world, five main personal attributes

competence to understand

empathy to feel

courage to dare

will to resist discouragement

altruism to share

Jacques Attali

divide and rule is one of the cleverest ways of ruling. the only

problem is that the ruling itself is one of the stupidest ways of existing

conversation companionship sex are sanctities for me unlike dialog tolerance and need

with bread and margarine always also goes this blessing about bread and margarine

plain says I am the plain

competence says I am competence to understand

enjoyment says I am enjoyment to feel

courage says I am courage to dare

will says I am a will to resist discouragement

unselfishness says I am unselfishness to share

I love polyphony of one and only way

walking walking

sip of water

unselfish tranquillity

if You know where I misplaced the scotch tape tell me

I’m thinking of children who are playing on their own

I’m thinking of a woman who constantly has smile on her face

I’m thinking of a doorpost on which those who are standing at the door love to lean on

it’s clear from this blessing how one should think

it’s clear from this blessing what one should do

it’s clear from this blessing who one should love-kiss

few months ago I saw this girl three times in a day

street cleaner dropped his glove but he noticed that and came back for it

I love theory

life of theory

art of theory

theory of theory

I don’t like workshops where new theories are invented

Mirjana thank You for the calcaneus treatment. I’m returning with whole-healing of Your

health and this book while I’m going up Kneza Milosa street to the tenth and last therapy

inscription in the book The Anarchist Banker by Fernando Pessoa

a woman is getting out of a tram and she sweet talks

to the black dog I took a photo of few days ago

a sip of brandy

yesterday cooked beetroot on the balcony

it been said to this day tomorrow is a new day

love me like a deer

like a cliff

contradiction

by Djordje Markovic Koder

only agreeing everything else is unacceptable

only all beings everything else is death

each blessing that I write is not according to me but it’s according to what is

not that this is a bitch but these are three bitches in the landscape

and not only that these are three bitches in the landscape but all three of them

are dear and gentle and not only that they are dear and gentle but these are three

bitches dear and gentle towards each other

I love-kiss you landscapes

tails of constant joy

all hymns of love are celebrating love of one and only hymn of love

hymn of love in the eyes of a blind young man on the bus stop

hymn of an aged beauty who is smoking on the bench alone with her beauty

hymn of water drops with which public transportation bus is sprays citizens

hymn me with love

love-kiss me with hymn of loneliness which is

the only one that sings through all-love and to the lonely ones

I am constantly alone with everybody

husband to everyone

father to all

only mother

sister to all brothers. brother to all sisters

daughter and son of all beings

poem

to

a

poem

I’m enjoying the orgasms of all women and men

I love-kiss eyes of all jennies and donkeys

yesterday I made two wallets – says a young woman passing by

if You experience in depth of this blessing monastery of all sacred

and profane texts which fascinate me and with which I constantly live then

You would be my friend like Cira Acanski called Osim my good a year older friend

I was twice on the seaside in Mali Losinj with Cira while we were in

primary school. afterwards Cira asked me to come and play football in Slavija

junior team where he was already playing as a left beck. we were going together to

dances. Cira was irresistible droll and seducer. I loved him a lot and I still love him even

though I haven’t seen him for fifteen years. later we went few times with his little car to

Trieste to smuggle clothes which Kaja would sell latter on. Cira was a mechanic

expert for typing machines of all kinds even though he wasn’t writing himself

nor he was into sacred texts except if a sacred text is the sanctity of

life itself

wow

wow is the same as oh God of a woman before she comes

wow

wow wow wow

wow

they say tomorrow is Sunday – a new day. a day of God’s rest

they say saying makes a poem of anything somebody says

they say joy is salt of every saying

revolution of the heart

not revolution in the heart

revolution of the mind

not revolution in the mind

revolution of the world

not revolution in the world

Lao Tzu runs towards Lao Tzu

anyhow and somehow

words I dreamt of

with an apple

Miroslav Mandic

walking creating singing

every moment everywhere love for everything

eternal art in the poem of all beings

www.miroslavmandic.name

063 8591069

behind every step of mine there is buried treasure

God

I am accused of imposing and nobody felt that those were only cries of love

only thing domination yearns for is to set itself free from itself

calamity of domination is in absence of its struggle to beat itself

approval

agreement

if You touch me You will hear the music of each heart

practice of theory is theory of practice

theory of practice is practice of theory

approving agreeing is agreeing with approving

agreeing with approving is approving agreeing

I live in order to survive

I survive in order to live

god

just

you

are

these

words

and

this

poem

Our Father who art in heaven

when I go to bed

when I go to sleep

may I dream of no evil

that’s how I was praying before going to sleep when I was little

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I am tiny and unnoticeable o

one and only openness towards everybody and everyone

openness of a tear

openness of a smile

opened innocence

opened bud

Tender Determination

Touching Tenuity

Innocent Openness

three bitches in the landscape

never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed

citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has

Margaret Mead

always believe that the one and only God has

created world, world is changed only with one and only being

Miroslav Mandic

Velimir Khlebnikov

Steven Wallace

William Carlos Williams

name is enough

it sings on its own

it sings me

it makes me

I care a lot about goodness because I live for goodness and I live from goodness

I care a lot about beauty because I live for beauty and I live from beauty

I care a lot about loyalty because I live for loyalty and I live from loyalty

I care a lot about approving because I live for approving and I live from approving

I care a lot about agreeing because I live for agreeing and I live from agreeing

I care a lot about modesty because I live for modesty and I live from modesty

I care a lot about dedication because I live for dedication and I live from dedication

I care a lot about that so that everyone who meets me feels that they are loved forever

I care a lot about that so that everyone feels it’s only worth working what you believe in

I care a lot about that so that everyone feels my life as their life since one is the life

I care a lot about that I have felt that Van Gogh is Christ

I care a lot about that I have felt great tenderness in Nietzsche’s experience he is Christ

I care a lot about that I have never been disappointed in those who I admired

I care a lot about not betraying my childhood and youth

I care a lot about not betraying myself

I care a lot about not betraying havens

I care a lot about not betraying rose

I care a lot about not betraying bud

I care a lot about everything I care a lot about because I live for that and I live from that

I care a lot about everyone who cares a lot

about something and lives for that and lives from that

whenever I don’t know what to write I can just start writing

I wander through writing

I’m meandering through language globe

on the language path

nobody around

only the presence of silence

language landscapes

speeds of God’s particles

vibrating goodness

flickering beauty

horse lips

joy joy joy joy joy joy joy joy joy joy joy

while You are reading these words they are already here

forever here

but a moment ago they didn’t even exist

they just were

unspoken

unwritten

they were just love-kissing

they were giving live to everybody

now they are here just for You

receive give-away

receive give-away

receive give-away

receive give-away

receive give-away

receive give-away

receive give-away

receive give-away

receive give-away

receive give-away

receive give-away

writing is walking

words are traces of walking

steps of steps

in this whisper You can hear the scream of all times

in this babble You can see the flames of all spaces

through this caressing You can be out of time and space

we are

I-am-he and I-am-she

I was whispering babbling and caressing around the

bridge Gazela walking and taking money for the Nest to Vesna

a woman is washing the window of her little shop with crumpled newspapers

tomorrow

Miroslav Mandic

approving and agreeing

lecture-surrendering. art talk. art performance. confession

19:30h

in the Nest

invited are Violeta Ivana Mirjana You and all beings

what I couldn’t precisely remember few nights ago goes like this:

man is a creature of fear and people in fear can be divided in three groups:

ones are running towards people

others are running away from people

third ones are running into the aggression and attacking people

Srdjan Valjarevic this morning in e-mail

everything I should do for tonight’s Approving and Agreeing is to celebrate God

You say potatoes

potatoes as well of course

distances

incomprehensible

recognition recognition only recognition my beloved A

refreshing the pelvic bones which are hurting me from sitting

I will wipe the dust in the Nest bowing to it as always

it’s really exciting loving particles

that’s I-Am-He love-kissing I-Am-She

night has fallen

it’s raining

I’m tenderly sad

I hope I will have strength tonight

even if I don’t have it it’s going to be good

if everything is good that will be God’s success and glory

if it’s unsuccessful I will be the guilty one

I really love to write

I really love to draw

I really love to walk

I really love to speak

I really love to listen

I really love to pray

I really love to read

I really love to love

really is so gentle

all beings of mine you are really gently in my embrace

I would really love if You would look at me for a long time while I’m listening music

I would really love if You would look at me for a long time while I’m fucking

I would really love if You would feel me while I’m identifying myself crying

I would really love to once again feel a beak of a small bird

I would really love if Violeta and Mirjana would strongly

testify tonight’s Approving and Agreeing to You and to all beings

last night towards the end of the Approving and Agreeing while everything was burning

like a candle and in the midst of failure which was enveloping me I felt it succeeded

it was like another unopened book

like horses which are riding people

like a river that has never been swum across and that keeps on peacefully flowing

list night I woke up several times and I felt that burnt down candle. that

unopened book which somebody else will read. those people who are ridden by horses

because it’s time for things to change. that river made of air which I’m inhaling right now

moment

particle

beginning

it’s

all

the

same

I was rejoicing to get up and start writing blessings right away

blessings about blessed sayings

blessings about circles teams and betrayals

about thoughts which run away from thoughts in order to become poems

here comes Count Basie with Good Morning Blues

sun is also shining

I Fall in Love Too Easily sings Chet Baker

I’m thanking Jasuka and Zeljko for walking

three hours by the ocean few days ago for me

I am the ocean of goodness

changes in language are rolling over ocean waves

there are many things that are leading towards the change in language

in this blessing about which I was thinking before I started writing this blessing

they say that winds from north bring coldness and those from south bring gale

they say that on the highest mountain tops

even today flowers that nobody ever saw can be found

they say that one can learn the best about remembrance from old trees and stones

they say that the one who carefully listens speaks most beautifully

they say that for years there was no such a drought like this year at this time of year

they say that if You nestle up with Your whole body

to  tree trunk You can feel love You are yearning for

they say that it’s very good walking barefooted and touching the ground with bare hands

they say that the greatest sayings are those sayings that are being said now

they say that all sayings have become from now and that

they are later on transmitted through time onto each now

they say that some sayings are the very poems and some poems are saying themselves

God knows what are they as well as those that man never even says

moment

particle

beginning

poem

it’s

beautiful

You say strawberry

strawberry as well of course

our ear is the same

Godstrawberry

NAKED GODSTRAWBERRY

it will rain

they say it will rain

they say that Lee Po is alive

it’s raining

a

moment

when

everything

identifies

with

each

other

is

a

poem

changes in language are rolling over ocean waves

I wrote yesterday

transformed language is trembling through my being

I wrote just now

language of innocence

have you ever read Lazarov Miodrag Pashu

first language

yesterday was 2541^st day in Miroslav Mandic Book or 77^th time 33 days

but I forgot to put that in a title as I do it every 33 days

thoughts run away from thoughts in order to become poems

I wrote yesterday

runaway children are already a poem the moment they run away

I wrote

if You find out what goes on in the heart and mind of a runaway child You will

discover what everybody is in search of ever since the beginning of time and space

they say that before new year’s eve will snow for the first time

they say that people are full of and wrapped

around with happiness when snows for the first time

they say that the one who stops betraying once they will never betray again

few-hours-long

nocturnal

mobile-phone

conversations

with

srdjan

from

this

moment

on

I

call

poems

of

godly

permeation

one of the reasons why is a good man silent lies

in the fact that rarely do people are capable of hearing goodness

when they can’t do something people later on proclaim that they don’t even want it

nothing is more stupid than later wisdom

I adore breasts of geese while flying

with great pleasure I’m writing the letter to eight of them

Meister Eckhart

I imagine how all sayings are flowing into this saying

they say that outbursts are male and flowing female

they say that the one who wants to love-kiss flows everything up the river

they say that the richest one is the one who doesn’t need anything

they

say

that

sayings

are

wet

nurses

of

one

and

only

heeling

milk

for

all

they say that the one who doesn’t think evil already sings

and that he or she is on their own already the most beautiful poem

they say goodness is a belly to the world

naked God

I naked

yes

Bo

go

Bo go ja go da

go

da

Meaning: Godstrawberry as well as God-I-Strawberry

art is always art

kitsch is always kitschy

art is the only thing better than art

kitsch is the only thing better than kitsch

love for art. love for kitsch. love for kitschy

Only the publishers and some journalists believe that people want simple

things. But people are, actually, tired from simple things. They want challenges.

Umberto Eco

Only Umberto Eco and some Umberto Ecos believe that

Umberto Ecos want simple things. But Umberto Ecos are, actually,

tired from simple things. Umberto Ecos want challenges.

simplicity is the only challenge

the challenge of simplicity is in the simplicity of challenge

they say that every saying is a challenge for the saying itself

they say that in every saying there is a challenge if it will manage to say anything at all

they say that the moon has drowned in Li Po

they say that all people are singing one song

they say that every sip of wine is for the health of all beings

they say that something is tender only if it is contradictory as well

they say that in Hebrew language the root of

the word playing means melting forces of evil

they say that the root of the word sing means to cut the forces of evil

they say that poem means to see

they say that prophets were asking for music

in moments of preparation for telling the prophecy

they say that on this and on the other world there is nothing more exciting than repetition

they say that every saying is whispering love me

they say that a man has no future if it doesn’t stop killing

they say that a man has no future if he was growing up on false human history

they say that You can’t be a man if You don’t rebel against wars and their leaders

they say that sayings are the best weapons against the mighty ones

they say that nobody can resist the charm of any saying

they say that the gates of heaven are the gates of anus

they say that those who say don’t even exist but that are just sayings

they say that not giving up is the same as carefulness

they say that admiration is the same as to be

they say that that God-love-kissing is the same as walking creating and singing

they say that whoever says sorry for what

he was writing he only says to always be forgiven

they say that over the rough surface rain drains slowly

one say keep on writing sayings

others say stop writing them

they say that one always say one and others something else

they say that it’s not important what others are saying but who you are

I’m saying that I will do how my soul wants

I’m saying that I will dare how my spirit makes me

I’m saying I love-kiss all domestic animals

I’m saying I hug all wild animals

I’m saying that venomous animals are lovers of poisonous plants

poem

is

speed

humming

slowness

sign

of

love

for

all-symbol

all

hearts

within

my

heart

linguistic

horniness

I’m saying Cesaria Evora

I’m saying that wet rotten leaves are smelling nice

You’re saying elastic in my briefs has ruptured

he says that he would love not to lie any more

we are saying that we cannot agree at all

you are saying that you are not agreeing with us

that we can’t agree because you think that you cannot agree

they say that agreeing is a matter of eternity

I’m saying here comes the first snow

look how it’s snowing – says a mother to a child who just started to walk

I’m saying that I should explain thing about blows

tomorrow because right now I find it a bit complicated

I’m saying that more and more so I cannot

stop wondering about the wonder of what I’m writing

I’m saying that I have always experienced otherworldly in the plain

in rain pattering

in the absence of any kind of effects

in millennia time-frame that participates in everything

in wine flies

little white snails

gentle granny who doesn’t have anybody and she gently rejoices everybody

bread soaked in pussy love juices

if I would receive blows like carpet receives blows with

a carpet beater I would enjoy because the carpet would be cleaner

whenever I look at the little globe on the desk I always rejoice

I would love to be everywhere

and while all those seas and oceans are

permeating me I feel only with this here I can be everywhere

even not being everywhere but just being that everywhere

I am everywhere in the arms of snuggling

snuggling and nestling

from everywhere and here two new pairs were made in my collection of pairs

I’m nestling with these words which are stretching and thinning me

I’m nestling with childhood in which I was saying words for the first time

word table for the table I was standing underneath

word wall for the wall I was told don’t do it over the wall

word cup for the cup which I was feeling both in my hands and on my lips

table. wall. cup

every word is a mystery of the beauty itself

waking of all-soul in a soul

everything can be done only with a little bit

mote

of

a

moment

path

rose

bud

I nestle the word nestling with misty memory of that I

could put something like that to be nestled with something else

nestle with my snuggling

snuggle with my nestling

writing is constant admiration and celebration of the very miracle of writing

joy because of saying ground for a ground

to fall on the ground

to roll on the ground

ground and ceiling

watching the ceiling – hey – watching the ceiling

word innocence yearns for the innocence of every word

word loyalty yearns for the loyalty of every word

word love yearns for the love of every word

word snuggling yearns for the nestling of every word

bud

yearns

for

the

bud

of

every

word

I

ran

into

today’s

blessings

language homeless

language wanderer

I wander from word to word

I’m going through villages of words

I’m roaming through cities of words

I’m radiant in landscapes of words

I huddle in someone

I sleep over in someone

I feed myself with someone

I get drunk from someone

I get sad from someone

I’m rejoicing someone

I make someone happy

word picture

word music

rhythm

touch

essence

ohm

and

languages are love-kissing each other with language of love-kissing

they are darting

trembling through skin of singing

all my words are tattooed on the skin of all beings

every word of mine is a queen of all-dancing and You know what that means

every word of mine is a boy in a girl’s embrace

every word of mine is a girl with a boy within herself

a boy wanderer

a wanderer language of wanderer

a wanderer languages of language

wandering language both wanderers and language

wandering bud of language