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    2572. day
    16th January 2012

    with this blessing my moving out has started

     

    I’m inviting

     

    I’m calling

     

    writing actually is inviting and calling

     

    it means I should tell you if I hear something

    said Srdjan to me

     

    it also crossed my mind to offer to be a cotenant

    when I come back, in a bigger apartment, so we can share

    the expenses… if I think of something else, I will be offering it…

    wrote Ivana to me

     

    wow how it got me excited. I want to talk to you about

    the moving out so that I can help you in best possible way

    said Mirjana to me

     

    renting the apartment on Dorcol, 34m2

    bright, warm, south side, a minute away from river

    TA, AC, internet, renovated five years ago

    price is 200 euros + one month rent upfront as a deposit

    or 170 euros for a year ahead. free from 1st February

    Maja sent me one ad

     

    I’m reading about the moving out – I had some ideas going

    through my head – but let me first read what you have to say

    wrote Branko to me

     

    about the moving out and those kind of things I would be glad to come and

    trawl those enormous amounts of art on my back, but certain ocean is preventing me

    Djordje wrote to me

     

    may Macura house be your home

    wrote Macura

     

    Sun just let me know that my beloved Slobodan Tisma won NIN’s Prise

     

    198 this week’s blessings about poetical moving out will

    help me because that’s what I know to do the best and to realistically

    move out that I don’t know but I hope that I will find that out this week from blessings

     

    this week’s blessings are a guide for moving out

     

    moving out of transportation is transportation of moving out

    metaphor of metaphor

     

    moving out of the trauma of moving out into the joy of moving out

     

    moving out of hopelessness onto the salvation road straight like an arrow

     

    with permeating

    Friday – a day when Lazar Risar comes to Belgrade

     

    new whirlpool of one and only love

     

    by moving out I remain loyal to what is left behind

     

    a priori loyal to the unknown

     

    I will ask my friends to read this week’s blessings and

    in that way help me move out where I am needed for all beings

     

    the most important thing is that it becomes Miroslav Mandic Moving Out

     

    most helpful would be

    close person

    idea

    apartment-present

    money

     

    there is no close person and that is why I’m writing to You

     

    close person is always the most important

     

    close person is the most important to everybody

     

    close person I’m creating You

     

    I’m creating You for yourself me and all beings

     

    close person thinks the same

     

    divine sameness

     

    I can tell her everything because she can receive everything

     

    only her receiving leads me ahead

    I’m singing

     


     

    HOW AND WHERE WOULD I LOVE TO LIVE AND WORK

    2573. day
    17th January 2012

    with last night’s snow which was falling slowly

     

    a hill is spreading and rain quietly soaks it

    Pavese’s verse that got me excited last night a lot

     

    when I was younger I gave up dwelling

     

    with the Rose of Wandering my life on the roads of Universe has begun

     

    poetic

     

    with path and rose

     

    publicly like public servant and female public workers

     

    like a little chapel. like a moving temple. like an open monastery

     

    like a working rook in which there is nothing else but two tables and seven computers

     

    unnoticeably

     

    protected with unprotectedness and complete openness

     

    with open God. open sex. open money

     

    without administration. according to the laws of all beings and not human laws

     

    homelessly and without-property

     

    confirming the sameness with

    address IN YOUR HEART

    nationality LIFE

    state UNIVERSE

    religion GOD

    membership ALONE FOR EVERYBODY

    feature GOD’S CHILD

    profession POET ARTIST WALKER

     

    meaning independent and illegally – lovably and only in benefit of all beings

     

    the most important thing is that the place has internet and that I can listen music loudly

     

    I would also love to dwell in some artistic work about dwelling

    for example to move out every three days from apartment to apartment

    to change the place of residence every two three months in larger places in Vojvodina

     

    I would love to live with my Goddess

    I would love to live with a person that will take over my work

     

    I would love to live with several people

    I would love to live in circular architecture with hundred and so people

     

    anywhere in the world

     

    in hotels

     

    on the seaside

     

    by the river

     

    in the middle of the city

     

    in all villages of Vojvodina

     

    on the website

     

    in Your heart

     

    in and for God

     

    in the ideals of my youth loyal to the ideals of all younglings

     

    anywhere but always like a guest

    like I am a man stranger

     

    no matter how but always as a host to all beings

    as a being I am one and only host to all beings

     

    anywhere and anyhow it is it will be good because it already is good

    God

     

    78TH TIME 33 DAYS OR WHO IS MOVING

    2574. day
    18th January 2012

    I’m beginning the third day of moving out with

     

    admiration

    Branka sent me this morning news about this beautiful Hooligan Sparrow

     

    horror

     

    beauty migrates

    I wanted to show You the cranes migrating but this that will open up for You is beautiful

     

    galaxies are moving

     

    all of the thirteen huge plates of the planet Earth are moving

     

    as well as are soil and water and air and light moving

     

    plants and animals are moving

     

    poor and hungry ones are moving

     

    expelled ones

     

    minorities exposed to violence

     

    beloved nomads

     

    moving out helps getting to know the world and realising that everywhere is the same

     

    anywhere I am everything else is there

     

    basic moving in life is moving from birth towards death

     

    even though I would love to live and work for

    a long time this moving also means coming closer to death

     

    loneliness

    God

     

    when I was young I wanted and I decided to live

    in such way so that everything I have could fit in two bags

     

    to exist but only in such way that I bother anybody as little as possible

     

    not even to exist but just to be

    wonderful difference between existing and being I heard today from Episcope Danilo

     

    not to make houses on this soil since there is too many of them

     

    I live like that but for six years now I live

    work and dwell with my work as its guardian

     

    since I don’t have a publisher or gallerist I have to move out together with all of my work

     

    are we going to move out together or we will separate I don’t know

     

    it depends on that if I will be dwelling in order to create Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    or I will be creating Miroslav Mandic Museum and then I will dwell in it

     

    since I’m already moving out I would like to leave all the surpluses

     

    above all worries fears pains gluttony expectations envy and vanity

     

    I would love to take with me all my failures so that I can turn them into success

     

    all my believes and youth ideals

     

    new beginning

     

    innocence

    Goddess

     

    Hooligan Sparrow You are guarding me – I love-kiss You God’s Sparrow

     


     

    MONEY

    2575. day
    19th January 2012

    when on 1st March I rewrite from Red Notebook the Letter to Friends

     

    which I wrote forty years ago and which contains first big breakup with

    friends will I still be in the Nest or I will already move out on some other place

     

    in Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    in Hotel of Life

     

    in Atelier of Art

     

    in God’s Homelessness

     

    for free in somebody’s apartment

     

    with several people in rented apartment

     

    on my own in some cheaper from the Nest apartment

     

    for five and a half years I was living and working in two rented

    apartments. I don’t have any more money to pay for them

     

    I don’t believe in working and earning

     

    I believe in creating and giving

     

    I love to work money

     

    art of money

    sanctity of poorness

     

    art with money

    mystic of money

     

    people work and worry for their children I care and create for all beings

    God’s enjoyment

     

    sometimes I’m too anxious because of my vulnerability and not having

    money which is not good nor beautiful and that’s why I am ashamed

     

    I’m looking forward to even greater vulnerability and exposedness

    oh peacefulness

     

    I never owed anybody anything

     

    I don’t believe in debt

     

    I believe that creating new money will also bring me a bit more money

     

    I love when people are giving me money

    the art of receiving precedes the art of giving

     

    those who give me money will have more money

     

    average salary in Serbia is around 380 euros lowest salary is around 180 euros

    I would love to find out how much average and lowest salary on the planet Earth is

    I love guideposts like these

     

    I love warmth and basic power that comes from a little bit of money

     

    everything that is being done and created with big money

    is evil and it destroys everything around including itself

     

    help me make a list of all people that were giving me money throughout my life

    wreath of glory

     

    of course I don’t believe in authors rights nor in intellectual property

     

    of course that I love-kiss the gratitude for every moment I live

     

    through gratitude I love-kiss each among 86400 of

    my works that are becoming in 86400 seconds every day

     

    on my knees I’m writing this blessing about all-gratitude

     

    no

    matter

    the

    years

    illnesses

    pain in my heel

    economic crisis

    great loneliness

    failures

    life with no chances

    death

    I believe I will survive

     

    money of all beings is mine

    I’m the author of the idea money of all beings is mine but all the royalties belong to all beings

     

    Yours

    I just got this e-mail thank you for the hymn of love, thank you for the support in my

    struggle with, I see now, my greatest enemy, myself. it’s hard but it will I believe become dearest

     


    LITTLE-FLAT-NEST-MUSEUM

    2576. day
    20th January 2012

    a moment ago I spoke to Lazar Risar. we will meet up at eleven

     

    I walked with Mirjana and Lazar – grace – and Lazar also often says grace

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    museum of grace

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of Miroslav Mandic Poem

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of Miroslav Mandic Art

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of Miroslav Mandic Walking

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of Miroslav Mandic Name

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the Bud of All Beings

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the Eternal Art

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the one and only poet of all beings

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the one and only artist of all beings

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the one and only walker of all beings

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of Eternity of one and only time

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – museum of the Universe of one and only space

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – dedicated to God You and all beings

     

    the name of the Miroslav Mandic Museum could be This to You

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum can be anywhere on the planet Earth

     

    where human laws won’t be ruling but all beings’ love

     

    or it will be somewhere illegal and unlawful until all beings’ love doesn’t set it free

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum could remain packed and be at somebody’s place

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum could be packed

    in a public place like some sort of add through which would be

    searched for the person interested in making Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – credit with which an apartment for MMM could be bought

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – circular

    architecture in which MMM would be lived and worked

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum – a quest for somebody who will take over and set up MMM

     

    Miroslav Mandic MuseumMonograph of Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    Little Apartment was my first apartment and I was fifty seven

    I was paying for it thanks to several people who were giving me ten euros a month

    thank You

     

    Little Apartment has transformed into the Nest. I was paying for it through people’s

    donations for 64 ten year old pictures 64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

    thank You thank You

     

    next is the museum of grace

    thank You thank You thank You

     

    I wish You the money which has all beings embedded in itself

     

    my theorising about moving out is coming to an end

     

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    MIRACLE OF PRIORITY

    2577. day
    21st January 2012

    sixteen year old Vesna Kuvara and eighteen year old Lazar Risar

    that’s that

     

    miracle of love sings creates and walks through the love of miracle

     

    that’s how feels thinks and believes one boy

     

    Miroslav Mandic Eternal Boy

     

    Miroslav Mandic Eternal Girl

     

    in the end of this week’s poetical moving out the miracle of priorities is in front of me

     

    let’s go

    with the priorities of miracle

     

    the most important is that everything I am and I do is dear to God

    God has it dearest if I am the one and only God

     

    the most important is the close person. someone who thinks the same. divine sameness

    Goddess

     

    Monograph of Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    not to betray either nine year old nor seventeen year

    nor twenty three year nor sixty three year nor hundred year

    not thousand year nor million year old but always and forever today’s Miroslav Mandic

     

    poetically

    with path and rose on the paths of the Universe

    the most important is that the place has internet and that I can listen music loudly

     

    publicly like male and female public servant

    like a little chapel. like a moving temple. like an open monastery

    like a working room in which there is nothing else but two tables and seven computers

     

    open through God. open through sex. open through money

    without administration. according to the laws of all beings and not human laws

     

    unnoticeably. homelessly and without property. confirming the sameness with

    address IN YOUR HEART

    nationality LIFE

    state UNIVERSE

    religion GOD

    membership ALONE FOR EVERYBODY

    feature GOD’S CHILD

    profession POET ARTIST WALKER

     

    being independent and illegal – lovable in benefit of all beings

    where human laws won’t be ruling but all beings’ love

    or it will be somewhere illegal and unlawful until all beings’ love doesn’t set it free

     

    anywhere but always as a guest

    anyhow but always as a host to all beings

     

    in somebody’s free apartment

    in a rented apartment with several people

    in a cheaper than the Nest apartment

     

    in the museum of grace Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    the name of Miroslav Mandic Museum could be

    This to You or Museum of Grace or Grace of Museum

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum can be anywhere on the planet Earth

    since the cosmic museum is in the middle of the Universe and the universe of Your heart

     

    Miroslav Mandic Museum is a quest for somebody

    who will take over and set up the Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    I believe that creating new money will also bring me a bit more money

    those who give me money will have more money

     

    hey do You know somebody who...

     

    at this moment and with this the poetical part of moving out is over

    I hope that You have felt – experienced – that I have all the time been thinking of You

     

    I expect everything from You

     

    braver. more insouciant. more reasonless

     

    now is the most important that I calmly work every day

     

    to write and sing beautifully

     

    to walk and create well

     

    to think well

     

    to be love

     

    miracle

    God

    bud

     


     

    VIBRATING OF BUDDING

    2579. day
    23rd January 2012

    I love analogies because they are pliable

    and they are opening the world with their innocence

     

    the most tender thing with analogies is that analogies with God don’t exist

     

    I came back from walking

     

    I’m tenderly feeling the painful heel

     

    I’m tenderly thinking of Judita Salgo

     

    my feet and knees are cold

     

    body

     

    soul

     

    spirit

     

    fifty six more poems till the end of the book I am You are I

     

    they are all written on the table

     

    on some places they are worn around the hands

    which I’m holding on them while typing on the keyboard

     

    I thought of Charles Bukowski’s daughter who bought him first computer

     

    one potato. one carrot. one leek

    two hundred and fifty grams of mushrooms. oil. bread

     

    I am every dot on the ball

     

    presenter of words

     

    the very word

     

    I am word

     

    my wordful path

     

    sensual word of mine

     

    the notion of blessing

     

    everything within everything

     

    Your hand on my shoulder

     

    art lean your face on my chest

     

    I’m smiling at how You see me and how I see myself

     

    earth and sky

     

    I am a poem of all beings

     

    when I felt Your painful bitterness I disgusted mine

     

    when I saw Your crazy need for affirmation my need disappeared

     

    whenever I write ugly things about You that is never about You

     

    only nice things are about You

     

    a necklace of light is shining around Your neck

     

    budding is vibrating through shimmering

     


    9.06 – 9.34 AM CHAT WITH BRANKA ZGONJANIN

    2580. day
    24th January 2012

    my dear

     

    my Branka

     

    I like a lot the ideas for the Museum

    she also thinks of six photos that Ana Djordjevic sent me for Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    and Solemn Sunday Lunch is fantastic!!!!

    she thinks of two minute recording of Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings from two days ago that I sent her

     

    thank you

     

    I would love if one of those ideas gets accomplished

     

    I would really love if you would open I-Publics in

    a way that the Art of Miroslav Mandic deserves and that

    it’s at the same time available to everybody. that is to say to come to

    everybody as it was for a short while with I Name. all those people every day. at least

    fifty people have heard about Miroslav Mandic. about I Name. I’m sorry I’m lacking

    Serbian words. I want to say that the idea about being in public space, but in a way

    of Miroslav Mandic is really strong and somehow truthful, according to

    what I know about your work

     

    ah what to say. the most important is to continue doing what I am already doing. and that

    requires everyday dedication and tranquillity. I’m working on almost twenty things a day

    the most important are the blessings and I should be writing them almost for next

    seven years. there is no close person for a long time who would be doing it because

    it’s not my job. then there is a problem of administration and money

     

    I totally understand. but there are friends

     

    thank you for understanding

     

    and if every friend gives a bit, in the solemnity of a round table, maybe I can/we can

    make something decent, worthy of Miroslav Mandic. in any case, what you are doing

    within now is important and there is a lot of it. even if the Museum is tip-top put in order

    and open this now would again be important to you. in that way, if there was a mobile

    house for Art of Miroslav Mandic, you could live and work in it and be open for visits

    at certain time, maybe not every day. and when you are showing your work you could

    show only a part and the rest of the work should be on the safe place, not in the moving

    house. so that mobility is connected with your present work. that is Museum your

    present. I don’t know if I’m clear enough?

     

    for me it is already happening through my web site – all beings

     

    yes. but I also know that you also love the holly unpredictability. that

    somebody pops in like on the Rose. that’s so good! I know that you are missing

    that. and that exposedness, which is most importantly framed after all, would enable it

     

    for now I don’t even have enough to survive

    and the experiences with people are horrible

     

    I understand you

     

    when the wind goes over Branka’s hair and she immediately follows it with her eyes

    this blessing that will be in the book is the most important

     

    :)

     

    and if you would move out in Zagreb? Sarajevo? some other city

     

    in any case thank You for love

     

    where the same language is spoken. just not Belgrade

     

    difficult because of the administration

     

    Belgrade takes away a lot and somehow prevents things from happening

     

    no. everywhere is the same

     

    it seems to me that things are easier when you are

    a foreigner. there is less subaudition from the surrounding

     

    essences are important to me. and that is DIVINE. not human. I live in

    the Universe. not in the administration in states and geographies. but I live in a poem

     

    I know what is important to you, I’m just thinking how would it be possible that

    what you are doing shine over here also. and… uh I’m missing the words. I’m

    sorry. here’s what I’m thinking. your work and the essence that you are creating

    and that is important to you is one. another thing is the world we are living. how

    to show your work in this world in your way, so that it doesn’t lose it’s essence

    or do you think that the world we are living is the same essence

     

    everything is one. everything that we are talking is one and everything

    is in this conversation and that is already live Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    yes that’s what I thought while I was writing one-other

     

    legacy

    endowment

    museum

    library

    monastery

    temple

    chapel

    centre

    shelter

    corner

    house

    home

    nest

    castle between heaven and earth

    I am

    a glimpse

    a moment

    face

    path and rose

    miroslav mandic

     

    love

     

    love. one and only love

     

    God

     

    God

     


     

    WHILE THAT IRON ROPE IS COMING OUT OF WATER IT DRIPS A LOT FROM IT

    2581. day
    25th January 2012

    yesterday I got completely wet in the rain

     

    walking is a good animal of life

     

    air saturated with water

     

    dusk over the Topcider Cemetery

     

    midday bells of love that are ringing just now

     

    money

    is

    poem

     

    I’m warming up my feet and knees with two blankets

     

    when it gets hard Djuka is there. when you are fucking you’re not calling Djuka 

    one Djuka was saying hundred years ago

     

    2:14 pm

    I should get outside as soon as possible

    another twenty four blessings are in front of me

     

    writing them is all I’m left with

     

    random

     

    like wind carrying sleet

     

    everything

    is

    poem

     

    it’s a great poem everything is poem

     

    a scarf across the face as well – poem

     

    love  — poem

     

    if I think of anybody – poem

     

    if I think of anything – poem

     

    iron rope for a raft – poem

     

    four drops of water on the branch in the dusk

     

    muddy shoes

     

    drowse that catches a frostbitten one next to the hot furnace

     

    foam on the tree from the water that is dripping down

     

    snuggling up of particles

     

    face of the wind love-kisses a face in the wind

     

    huddle yourself in the warmth and fragrance of this blessing

     

    in the warmth of my shoulder and neck

     

    smell of my skin

     

    inhale

     

    take a brake

     

    reborn Yourself

     

    reborn everything around You

     

    I’m

    budding

    you

    poem

     


     

    SALTY. TEAR

    2582. day
    26th January 2012

    morning beauty

     

    in this world where bread is always scarce

    is still available in greater abundance than gratitude

    something like this wrote Kolakowski interpreting The Book of Ruth

     

    Daniela Trbovic

     

    light snow is falling

     

    surface of the lake is waving

     

    from the other lakeshore voices can be heard

     

    I’m thinking of the word thing

     

    a lot of things can be expressed with the word thing

     

    thing is a short saying

     

    that thing in that thing really gives me strength

     

    the thing is that things shouldn’t be made simpler but they should be simple

     

    snowflakes are bouncing of the sleeve of my jacket while I’m writing about them

     

    I would love to talk for a long time about the word thing

     

    I would love to talk for a long time about every word

     

    I’m really missing the voice recorder

     

    it’s a good thing that missing

     

    it’s a good thing that voice recording

     

    a

    poem

    of

    life

    celebrates

    life

    of

    a

    poem

     

    poem is a struggle for compassion

     

    only

    godly

    only

    divine

    only

    god’s

     

    I make a great snowball and afterwards my hands are warm

     

    only

    poem

    helps

    me

    to

    write

    a

    poem

     

    yellow-golden leaves of plane tree are white with snow

     

    a woman is throwing bread do the birds while walking

     

    I especially love when a word thing points on something unreal

     

    soil and sky –between the words about which we are talking

     

    we are mentioning gutters

     

    we are enthusiastic about dust

     

    we are vowing to the dew and frosting

     

    every

    word

    is

    one

    poem

     

    dew

     

    frosting

     

    God

     


     

    SOMETIMES I SHOULD BE WRITING IN THE EVENING AND JUST BEFORE THE VERY MIDNIGHT

    2583. day
    27th January 2012

     7:40pm

    I’m rarely writing blessings this late

     

    here’s the chance

     

    the light of the computer and desk lamp

     

    it’s dark outside

     

    it’s warm in the room

     

    paradise

    Miroslav Mandic book is Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    it’s joy being in warm

     

    I’m hungry

     

    bread margarine olives tomato juice and kiwi are waiting for me

     

    peacefulness after done day

     

    it’s a Friday evening. I’m looking forward to Saturday

    and Sunday

     

    days are wonderful thing

    Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday

     

    I’m touched by days

    through circling

     

    days are constantly coming and going away

    they are love-kissing and they love-kiss each other

     

    they

    say

    that

    edgar

    allan

    poe

    also

    alive

     

    I froze while walking. after taking a shower warm grace is radiating from me

    I am an igloo to all beings

     

    forest

     

    a friend says that he’s licking clean snow

     

    everyone who lost self-confidence should get invigorated in this blessing

     

    get invigorated decisively with tameness

     

    I just remembered that night

    the courtyard covered with snow

    the outhouse in which I was thinking

    my first poem about black and white snow

     

    hey snow covers our villages and roads

     

    hey rivers flood our fields and cities

     

    my day started with tears which were pouring while I was

    reading how one woman was apologising for the violence that the

    members of her nation have carried out against members of other nation

     

    wow how I find it delightful when a cat raises puppies

     

    when somebody stops eating meat

     

    when somebody sets themselves free of fears and prejudices

     

    when a runaway child survives

     

    when somebody changes their opinion with

    which they were defended from freedom and love

     

    freedom is love

     

    love is truth

     

    truth is goodness

     

    goodness is a bud of beauty

     

    DON’T WORRY I’M YOUR INSOUCIANCE

    2584. day
    28th January 2012

    good morning my love

     

    that’s how it all begun

     

    that’s how this day begun as well

     

    they say love is a fairy-tale

     

    they say a fairy-tale always talks only about love

     

    they say a fairy-tale is the only reality

     

    they say that living your own fairy-tale is the best

     

    fairy-tale of love

     

    fairy-tale of love – only love constantly love-kisses

     

    love-kiss love-kiss love-kiss – I’m bringing You a good news

     

    I am a good news

     

    I am the bosom to all beings and in Your bosom I pour gas of love for all beings

     

    limousine

    ask me once why is Vladimir Macura the best museum

     

    automobile of one and only movement

     

    I love a lot word auto

    auto-(Greek) – prefix in a complex word that means: self, sole, alone

     

    Robert Bresson

    ask me ask

     

    everything is auto

     

    auto-humour

     

    I’m slowly moving my hand through the air – hey man what fairy-tale is that

     

    sea depth

     

    heavenly height

     

    I am a worm’s husband

    dedicated to the girl Ana Mihnik

     

    I’m spineing You my incomprehensible

     

    a bird has flown into my heart

     

    it’s picking Your love within me

     

    grace permeates the bird You me and the very grace

     

    today Zorana Mihajlov bought me 24 fat crayons

    there will be money there will be plenty of money for all beings

     

    don’t give up of That thing

     

    don’t give up on Yourself even more so

     

    and don’t You dare giving up on me either

    dedicated to all my failures

     

    I am realization of all Your wishes my camera woman

     

    inexpressible

     

    bud of immortality of all beings

     


     

    I’M INVITING YOU BECAUSE ONE INVITE CHANGES EVERYTHING

    2586. day
    30th January 2012

    I find it so beautiful that I wouldn’t change anything

     

    fairy-tale is fairy-tale

     

    fairy-tale is a priori

     

    fairy-tale is both when it happens and when it doesn’t

     

    smoothly runs the river of words

     

    the river is polished

     

    even rams are blooming from fondling

     

    roads are missing me

     

    lips of rose are rousing me

     

    I love poetry of emphasizing and even more so non-emphasizing

     

    I find quiet emphasizing more beautiful than loud emphasizing

     

    I love emphasizing only when it turns into singing

     

    creation excites me

     

    singing makes me enthusiastic

     

    I’m flying through walking

     

    I called energy goodness

     

    I just called on music as sameness

     

    the music of path and walking

     

    sexy feet are love-kissing sexiness of path

     

    Miroslav Mandic Roughness is the greatest tenderness

     

    I am a servant

    I love-kiss You Robert Walser

     

    wherever I move out I’m rejoicing the most

    the little things that will even more so make me a Universe

     

    just imagine a place on which I will be holding books for reading before I fall asleep

     

    just imagine all those wonderful books that I will be reading

     

    imagine stronger speakers for music

     

    imagine working clothes that I will be wearing

     

    imagine the name that I will give to the place I move to

     

    imagine the altar that I will make

     

    imagine the bed that is waiting for You over there

     

    just imagine the sublimity of everyday which the eternity of that place is rejoicing

     

    I’m inviting You to

    Miroslav Mandic Servant – joyful servant of – Miroslav Mandic Museum

    showing and digital archiving of all Miroslav Mandic work

    from 1st February to 29th February 2012

    every Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday and Friday

    from 7:30 to 10 pm

    in the Nest

    ask for information from mister Miroslav Mandic via e-mail or mobile phone

     

    313 COFFEES OF COURAGE

    2587. day
    31st January 2012

    313 coffees of courage for one better and braver world of all beings

     

    313 coffees of courage is an art piece and it consists of

     

    coffee of courage – that famous name

     

    313 drawings of the coffee cup on the front page of a white envelope

     

    photo of the coffee of courage

     

    money for the coffee in the envelope

     

    today’s 33 blessings

     

    faith hope and love in the coffee of courage

     

    photo of the coffee of courage on the web-site miroslavmandic.name

     

    number of the coffee of courage on the back of the envelope

     

    Miroslav Mandic Signature

     

    coffee of courage is the coffee that You go to drink

    and while drinking it You make a bold decision

     

    bold decision for which You know is

    important and will bring You courage and success

     

    that will set You free from bottled down

    energy-goodness through which You will live healthier

     

    be better and richer

     

    for Yourself and for others

     

    I believe that 313 coffees of courage will help many people as well as me

    and not only to survive this 2012 but to help so that everyone survives it

     

    not only to survive but also to live it to the delight of all beings

     

    each envelope will contain two or three hundred dinars for a coffee or two for coffee

     

    in 313 envelope will altogether be 818 euros and

    that’s how I will with my coffee of courage repay my debt

    to the Republic of Serbia to which each citizen owes 818 euros

     

    that will also be symbolical setting all people free of debt

     

    we live and work without debts and excesses – we live through giving and receiving gifts

     

    set ourselves free of debt we owe to courage because of our cowardice

     

    set ourselves free of debt we owe to freedom because of our self-slavery

     

    set ourselves free of debt we owe to conscience because of our bad conscience

     

    I will be giving envelopes with money for the

    coffee of courage to the known and unknown people

     

    someone will get several envelopes to give

    them to the ones who coffee of courage will help

     

    I don’t trust economists nor any other experts

    because experts selfishly know only the wholeness of

    their field of expertise but not the wholeness of the very unselfish wholeness

     

    people believe that they are safe from atomic power plants

    and only fool can believe that they will not lead to a catastrophe

    paraphrase of the thought of a great atomic physicist that I heard last night on TV

     

    coffees of courage for 2012 are blue

     

    coffees of courage for 2013 will be green

     

    encourage me encourage

     

    313 coffees of courage for 2013

    313 coffees of courage for 2014

    313 coffees of courage for 2015

    313 coffees of courage for 2016

    313 coffees of courage for 2017

    313 coffees of courage for 2018

    313 coffees of courage for 2019

    313 coffees of courage for 2020

    313 coffees of courage for 2021

    313 coffees of courage for 2022

    313 coffees of courage for 2023

    313 coffees of courage for 2024

    313 coffees of courage for 2025

    313 coffees of courage for 2026

    313 coffees of courage for 2027

    313 coffees of courage for 2028

    313 coffees of courage for 2029

    313 coffees of courage for 2030

    313 coffees of courage for 2031

    313 coffees of courage for 2032

    313 coffees of courage for 2033

    313 coffees of courage for 2034

    313 coffees of courage for 2035

    313 coffees of courage for 2036

    313 coffees of courage for 2137

    313 coffees of courage for 3038

      313 coffees of courage for 40039

      313 coffees of courage for 500040

       313 coffees of courage for 6000041

       313 coffees of courage for 70000042

       313 coffees of courage for 800000043

       313 coffees of courage for 9000000044

       313 coffees of courage for 10000000045

     


     

    MIROSLAV MANDIC SERVANT – JOYFUL SERVANT– OF THE MIROSLAV MANDIC MUSEUM

    2588. day
    1st February 2012

    fineness is in everything

     

    roughness is here and there

     

    serving is in everything

     

    ruling here and there

     

    yes to a servant

     

    no to a master

     

    yes to the serving

     

    no to the ruling

     

    one is the Lord and one is ruling

     

    rejoicing of the very Lord

     

    who wants to rule should serve the ruling

     

    I love creating

     

    I love thanking and serving the creation

     

    a lot of it has accumulated

     

    I know that it would be grace for You to take care of my Bud

    the Bud of All Beings which I’m creating is different from the Bud which is the totality of my work

     

    you

    are

    not

    around

    and

    just

    not

    around

     

    I was trying with several people

     

    it started with Ksenija Bustrevic who enlarged the photos of the One Man for me

     

    Vesna Milovic made the big crate for keeping my works. she bought

    glass for the Leaves – Tree of Life. she packed all works before the Rose of Wandering

     

    since then I know less and less about them

     

    they have been moving around

     

    Nebojsa Covic took photos of them and moved them

    Zorica Kovacic was starting something

    Violeta Jovanovic was there

    Dragana Varadinac was a hope

    Petar Miloradovic took care of and catalogued them

    Kaja Cirilovic and Rore Popovic started the way it should be

    Sun Mandic and Ivana Djokic scanned for printing the draft version of monograph

    Ivana Zivkovic served a bit

    Branka Zgonjanin has really done her best

     

    all of that has stopped and buried me in the Little-Flat and Nest

     

    today being sixty three years old I’m beginning

    to perceive and digitally archive it for the first time

     

    to peek a little bit into that great goodness every evening

     

    I’m repacking them

    wipe them

    mark them in a new way

     

    I’ll take a photo of them and explain them to myself

     

    from all of that I will make a draft for digitalisation of the Bud

     

    it will help me for writing the autobiography

    wow how I yearn for it

     

    I’ll be using them for working copies of monographs

     

    for ideas that are waiting for me to open up to them

     

    as I always do with everything this will be done for God You and all beings

    as I always do with everything this will be done in front of God You and all beings

    I will begin with my first published text Three Festivals

     


     

    WORSHIPING

    2589. day
    2nd February 2012

    today is 33rd day of the year

     

    seconds are serving minutes

     

    minutes are serving hours

     

    hours days

     

    days years

     

    years millennia

     

    millennia eternity

     

    eternity moments

     

    everything serves everything

     

    everything serves circling

     

    circling serves everyone

     

    fish sea

     

    blood remembering

     

    face blush kiss

     

    big water serves water in Your glass with which You are drinking the water of the world

     

    serving is grace and insouciance

     

    ruling is worry and atrocity

     

    last night’s encounter with myself being nineteen years old was exciting for me

     

    with the source that makes me keep on flying

     

    if it wasn’t for that there wouldn’t be me now

     

    I recalled the youth of writing and the writing in youth

     

    wow how I care for the youth of these words

     

    that’s not far at all

     

    it’s timeless and limitless

     

    weightless condition of watching each other in the eyes

     

    I’m rejoicing You like soil rejoices rain

     

    I’m waiting for You sun bud

     

    I’m waiting for Your servicing

     

    from today I will be putting on the link Bud

    a photo of one of the works that I’m digitally archiving

     

    everything was photographed under ordinary room light and is therefore warmer

     

    Violeta and Mirjana were helping me

     

    I hope You will also be here during twenty one day of archiving

     

    tonight I’m beginning with the Marvellous Work from 1971

     


    IT’S WARM IN THE NEST AND I’M ON TOP OF IT I’M WRITING

    2590. day
    3rd February 2012

    yesterday at 6pm died our nun Fevronija

    wrote Petar to me last night

     

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

    Fevronija

     

    enlargement of love for Fervonija

     

    these days I’ve read that the relative pronoun who, whom, whose

    should be written right after the noun to which it relates to. I’m sorry, I don’t

    know these rules, and I’m learning on the go and that’s how I apply them too

    Violeta Jovanovic

     

    more important than linguistic literacy is the love for writing

     

    life for words

     

    clearness of thought

     

    innocence of heart

     

    suppleness of body

     

    literacy is love for all beings

     

    literacy is understanding the other

     

    media literacy

     

    information processing

     

    virtual

     

    literacy is faith in resurrection

     

    literacy are beauty and goodness together

     

    literacy is salubrity of sea salt with lavender scent in warm water

    with which I’m helping every evening my painful Achilles’ tendons and heels

     

    literacy of each woman is knowledge that everything in the world is cock of worshiping

     

    literacy of each man is knowledge that everything in the world is pussy of worshiping

     

    simplicity of writing

     

    lead me God’s joy

    I wrote on Sunday in the Red Notebook

     

    I rejoice a lot when I write something down in the Red Notebook

    with that joy I’m reminding You of Your joys

     

    I am a fairy-tale to all beings and that’s why I’m rejoicing the fairy-tale within me

     

    Jung is not important for me but I find very important the fact that

    he was careful and was talking to the things he lived with when he was old

     

    I love everything that is cheap and minimal but also something that is top-notch

     

    Mont Blanc pen that I was writing with for years

     

    my Bud

     

    warm room and warm water

    fuck what a joy

     

    these days all across the Europe people are dying from coldness

     

    how horrible it is to die of hunger and freezing

     

    snow really mizzles

    I didn’t manage to write about what always troubles me and it did today as well

     

    it mizzles

    I’ll try tomorrow at least in one blessing

     

    it’s warm in the nest and I’m on top of it I’m writing

     


     

    METAMORPHOSES

    2591. day
    4th February 2012

    yesterday morning an offer to retrieve a new version of Word popped out of my screen

    if that’s how it’s said

     

    they are asking me whether I want it or not. I say I don’t but then I cannot use Word

    I don’t understand technical instructions especially if they are in English

     

    then I accept everything but I don’t even know what it is that I’m accepting

    prison You are sometimes the only solution and freedom in the rotten world

     

    that humiliates and disturbs me a lot because I don’t know anything about that

    what is miserable in dominant media is their arrogance

     

    my only loneliness

    what is sad is when You see how dominant things are turning into out datedness

     

    fool You are my only love

    fool You are eternal and You are always so selflessly helping me

     

    everything is good

     

    my son You are my father I am Your son

     

    walk the good path

     

    good path is the only one

     

    the path of goodness

     

    beauty is on the good path

     

    where goodness and beauty are united that’s where grace is

     

    value is free of charge

     

    you can always count on moving within me

    a text message I only whished for

     

    hey dwelling within one woman

     

    to be her flying bird

     

    big and burly man and small and petty woman

     

    tall woman and short man

     

    a field full of burdocks

    today I saw how a seventy year old woman and a twenty year old man are beautifully kissing each other

     

    not arguments but opening

     

    not dialogue but confession

     

    not understanding but agreement

     

    I cooled down on the balcony vegetables for Russian salad

     

    pigs are so beautiful

     

    what You see over there is a path that leads in a valley

     

    what You don’t see over there is a little path that leads to the top and bottom of God

     

    I’m enjoying Meister Eckhart a lot

     

    I’m shaking my hips for You

     

    each mystic speaks god-mouth-ly

     

    word

    god

    I

    adore

    you

    you’re

    my

    god

     

    suddenly drew line

     

    light blue

    tenderness of mine

     


     

    YOU’RE LICKING MY TEARS

    2593. day
    6th February 2012

    it’s exactly 3pm on 5th February 2012 and I am the loneliest creature

    in the world. there is nobody who I could address to. I’m addressing the

    Bud’s screen where I watch what the time is and what day is it. now it’s

    already 3:02pm. the fact that I can see what is the time and especially that

    somebody is telling me that makes me the happiest being in the world

    yesterday’s Sunday experience

     

    sameness is constantly changing and transforming into the sameness

     

    art is uncompromising

     

    poem is uncorrupted

     

    walking is innocence

     

    my chances are so low that I see everything as a chance

     

    we have just started and there is less and less of us

    this Vladimir Roksandic’s sentence from 1971 I proclaim as a work of art

     

    I identify myself with the first one

     

    I admire the second one

     

    I respect the loyal ones

     

    I’m on the side of the oppressed ones

    but only to the moment of their victory

     

    oppression is a kind of freedom

    but after the victory their oppression turns into the revenge and desire for domination

     

    tree of life yes

     

    tree of knowledge no

     

    do You remember how the tree of life grows from male penis and female head

     

    after three days of working on the draft for digital archiving

    work has turned into the cultivating and refining the Bud

     

    nakedness of the Bud

    1970-2012

     

    from this moment I’m working on rejuvenation of all of my cells

     

    with love for all cells that exist in every being

     

    with tenderness for each cell in each being

     

    let’s go

     

    painful forgetting I transform into the grace of memory of God

     

    whenever a man cannot bare a man says I don’t understand

     

    whenever a man cannot love-kiss a man says I’m sick

     

    finally I can say in front of all beings what I think of each of them

    no matter that I will probably never going to do that

     

    Siniša

    Tucić

    poem Siniša Tucić I’m dedicating to Siniša Tucić

     

    a

    form

    of

    a

    poem

    makes

    poem

     

    it

    snows

     

    singing

    sings

    the

    form

    of

    a

    poem

     

    today’s walking on the white full of snow circle around Ada was gorgeous

     

    tender is falling

     

    slow snow falls through the soul of the world

     

    world take care and save yourself

     


    NUN ON THE WHITE SNOW

    2594. day
    7th February 2012

    in the midst of yesterday’s today’s and tomorrow’s mining in the Nest here is

    a little breather through Russell’s words that I read yesterday before we begun working

     

    and today I transformed them into the blessings

     

    a

    poem

    of

    philosophical

    contemplation

     

    the value of philosophy is, in fact, to be sought largely in its very uncertainty

     

    the man who has no tincture of philosophy goes through
    life imprisoned in the prejudices derived from common sense

     

    from convictions which have grown up in his mind 
    without the co-operation or consent of his deliberate reason

     

    to such a man the world tends to become definite
     
    finite, obvious

     

    common objects rouse no questions

     

    and unfamiliar possibilities are contemptuously rejected

     

    apart from its utility in showing unsuspected possibilities

     

    philosophy has a value--perhaps its chief value--
    through the greatness of the objects which it contemplates

     

    and the freedom from narrow and personal aims

     

    the life of the instinctive man is shut up within the circle of his private interests

     

    family and friends may be included

     

    but the outer world is not regarded except as it
    may help or hinder what comes within the circle of instinctive wishes

     

    in such a life there is something feverish and confined

     

    in comparison with which the philosophic life is calm and free

     

    the private world of instinctive interests is a small one

     

    set in the midst of a great and powerful world
    which must, sooner or later, lay our private world in ruins

     

    In such a life there is no peace

     

    but a constant strife between the insistence of desire and the powerlessness of will

     

    if our life is to be great and free, we must escape this prison and this strife

     

    one way of escape is by philosophic contemplation

     

    philosophic contemplation does not,
    in its widest survey, divide the universe into two hostile camps

     

    friends and foes

     

    helpful and hostile

     

    good and bad

     

    it views the whole impartially

     

    philosophic contemplation, when it is unalloyed,
    does not aim at proving that the rest of the universe is akin to man

     

    all acquisition of knowledge is an enlargement of the Self

     

    but this enlargement is best attained when it is not directly sought

     

    but above all because, through the greatness of the universe which
    philosophy contemplates, the mind also is rendered great, and becomes
    capable of that union with the universe which constitutes its highest good

    thank you Bertrand


     

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