Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

Transforma into different samenesses

love for Djordje Markovic Koder

only ten days till the beginning of writing the new 144 Definitions of Art

all 144 definitions will be about freedom

first I’ll write Art is freedom – then hit it

rain in the landscape

poem

of

the

rain

in

the

landscape

I don’t know what’s more beautiful

rain in the landscape

or

poem of the rain in the landscape

beauty of the difference of the same

it’s raining

I can’t go outside because I have only one pair of walking shoes and

they are water permeable so if I get really wet they won’t dry till tomorrow

I’m waiting for rain to stop

I washed the floors

cleaned the keyboard with alcohol

I hope that the weather will clear up in the afternoon and that it will stop raining

waiting for the rain to stop is a great event

I’m imagining people who were waiting under some eaves for the rain to stop

who were enjoying in watching or going through their memories

after the rain snails and earthworms fill the paths and roads

plants start growing

waters raise a river level

nostalgia gets bigger

rain raining rain

get really rainy

rain

get my collar up

open me up to the surge

set me free for young water

wash birds’ wings

refresh snakes’ skin

fill the caravans

make red roses red

rain girl of mine

rainy

poem

of

mine

it’s raining today as well

existence is raining

hey rain is existing

and here is love between nouns and verbs in this rain

naming by noun

verbalising by verb

guarding a guard

loving a lover

philosophising philosopher

believing believer

traveling travel

rosing a rose

stepping a step

discovering discovery

gracing the grace

alling all

oneing one

braving bravery

thinking a thought

existing existence

raining rain

bowing down to bow down

kissing a kiss

I just thought of stopping this sequence but

a new pair of verbs and nouns have opened up for me

lettering a letter

conscienceing conscience

consciousnessing consciousness

to open opening

to surrender to surrendering

to rejoice to rejoicing

healing the health

freeing the freedom

budding a bud

 today it stopped raining

asphalt became white

it’s cloudy but it’s not raining

I enjoy more and more the beauty of snails

they move slowly like big space ships

I feel they radiate great wisdom

economy

arch-language

the grammar of primeval language is love

grammar without love is nothingness

grammar of snail language is my grammar

grammar of vulnerability

grammar within language not the grammar about language

knowledge within snail not the knowledge about snail

ascent

with the wings of all-love

Universe in the palm of a hand

snail sees everything

snail snail put out your horns

gramma of love is cooing through love

the art of tenderness

life of life

alive alive

a

l

i

v

a  l  i  v  e  v  i  l  a

v

i

l

a

conversations between Mo and a robin

word worm

words tweets

in the heart of a snail the heart of a robin

in the heart of a robin Universe

in the heart of the Universe the heart of primeval language

in the heart of the primeval language the heart of grammar

in the heart of the grammar the heart of love

in the heart of love heart of Miroslav Mandic

this morning something plunked heavily in the apartment. I jumped out of the bed

shelves in the cupboard fell down from the heaviness of

the works and collapsed together with everything underneath them

just calmly

through the very language

through myself

through the noun name

through the verb verb

through the guard of a guard

through the lover of a lover

through the philosopher of a philosopher

through the believer of a believer

path through a path

rose through a rose

step through a step

discovery through a discovery

grace through grace

everything through everything

one through one

bravery through bravery

thought through a thought

existence through existence

rain through rain

bow-down through a bow-down

kiss through a kiss

letter through a letter

conscience through conscience

consciousness through consciousness

opening through an opening

surrendering through surrendering

joy through joy

health through health

freedom through freedom

bud through a bud

money is love

love is money

money-love

as Tibika Varady my Mibi would say

money-love is poem

Poems I’m writing – mainly short, which require endless

polishing – often remind me of chess games. Their success depends

on that whether words and images will be properly deployed, and their end

must have inevitability and surprise of an elegantly given checkmate.

Charles Simic

beauty of the beginning is the same to the beauty of the end

beauty of the beginning is the same in each

particle and moment from the beginning to the end

Parmenides

for me poem is constant singing and dancing

path

rose

opening through each word

opening of each word

it’s nice that chess is called chess and not mate

three brooms and a ball leaned on the wall

poem ripens in old age

old poets are faith hope and love

I love the centre of the city because of the beggars

i

love

you

unrecognisable

poem

i

kiss

your

hands

it’s

a

poem

i’m

telling

you

to

come

it’s

a

poem

hostel

in

an

old

building

it’s

a

poem

a

book

by

teréz müller

true story

it’s

a

poem

reading

biography

of

steve jobs

by

walter isaacson

that

is

waiting

for

me

it’s

a

poem

i’m

crossing

the

street

with

other

people

it’s

a

poem

in

few

days

linden

will

start

scenting

it

will

be

a

poem

patiently

and

slowly

it’s

a

poem

you

start

holding

your

pussy

and

you

say

it’s

a

poem

cooked

buckwheat

is

waiting

for

me

it’s

a

poem

from

my

heart

in

your

heart

is

a

poem

the

moment

in

which

you

called

me

is

a

poem

don’t

think

you’re

a

poem

I would love if Arti would bring flowers to lovely Mo every month

I really love the first coming into the air of the day

I feel the wind over my face and body

grass is here

path is in my feet

I belong to everything and everything is within me

deflated green ball for children

woman in the window is watching her flowers

with the smile on my face I intake the sense of the life itself

I just remembered Petrovic family from Beska. I watched them last night on TV

http://media.rtv.rs/sr_ci/5kazanje/2598

program about Petrovic family begins after the twenty first minute and in the end of the program they sing one more song

father Dragan with his three sons

Radovan eleven year old accordion player

Dejan twelve year old bass guitar player

Dragan seven year old guitar and future violin player

father plays double bass

they all sing

mother left them

I was crying God’s tears all the time while watching and listening to them

they filled my heart with love

I’m starting to cry now as well

I love-kiss You God I love-kiss You

I haven’t felt such amount of love for a long time

with their love Petrovic family are feeding the world with love

here comes the first smell of the linden tree of this year

everything is only now

everything is for the first time

their eyes are black like coal

they are in striped suits

in white shirts with ties

little big people

elite and commercial music are kitsch and

bulshit compared to the music of Petrovic family

rejoice world Petrovic’s are alive and they sing

I am the happiest man in the world

said the father because his wish to have children came true

I haven’t seen enough of you

I haven’t kissed enough of you

so quickly everything passed

I have lost you now

it was touching how in the end of the song youngest son turned towards his father

when I felt wind from the balcony and when I saw it carrying branches

and trembling in leaves I felt tenderness to the point of complete identification

I am everything

my mind is bathing in greenery of the horizon

open grey-blue sky is coming down into my heart

one girl is petting a white street dog

enjoying the life itself is revolution

achieved paradise

girl is trying to tie the left back leg of the dog

linden tree underneath my balcony is swaying like a ballet dancer

young leaves on a big birch is shimmering

I don’t see the wind but I feel it in my smile

wind is fluttering through my hair and the dress of the girl who’s helping the white dog

girl is carefully looking at his paw which he is licking

she is asking him to come with her

she runs her fingers through her hair and goes on her own down the street

the dog was laying there for a bit and then ran in the opposite direction

the landscape in the end of the city is green made out of light green in the front

to the dark green in the horizon which touching the sky is turning into the blue

Van Gogh was wonderfully painting with words as well

half empty yellow bus is going up towards Pozeska Street

after the yellow bus an orange one full of soil

the pleasure that warm wind gives is indescribable

I’m off to shave myself for the wind

I came back shaved to the balcony

the wind is even more exciting

trees are enjoying immensely in the wind

they are playing – they feel good

enjoying each other

like I in You and You in I

like You-I in I-You and I-You in You-I

the wind in the blessings is turning the blessings into the wind

pigeon is pecking in the grass

paper collector is pushing the cart

a crow is flying down to the electricity pole

I am tired after twelve kilometres of walking

my Achilles’ tendons are sore so is my left heel

I also feel tiredness in my thighs in my back and neck

I’m happy

I’m carrying on with blessings

music is caressing me

I’m hungry

boiled rice two tomatoes mayonnaise and Smoki (peanut flips) are waiting for me

a month ago I started loving Smoki when I realised it’s with peanuts

I’m sleepy

I’m struggling for each blessing

I’m yawning but writing

from time to time I’m stretching my Achilles’ tendons

bending my neck

I’m yawning like a lion

I’m thinking of white rocks on mountain tops

of transformation of sex into love and love into the art of sex

valleys into tops

tops into valleys

eye to eye

eye

to

eye

e

y

e

e  y  e  to  e  y  e

e

y

e

blessing into blessing

previous blessing excited me a lot

same into same

wow

it’s slightly raining

slight rain is blossoming of the rain

source of joy

rains are blossoming in the spring

spring of blossoming is in not-giving-up

in that divine at once

at

once

that

one

goes

into

the

at

once

that

at once that: how would it be to go to Baikal Lake

Vera wrote to me yesterday

at

once

that

to

go

into

at

once

that

I answered her immediately

at

once

that

to

go

into

that

at

once

immediately and at once

everything that is from one is accepted at once

I love everything that comes from the one

I love everything that goes once

tomorrow I’m starting to write new 144 Definitions of Art

from the number 1009 to the number 1152

I will be writing them all at once

they will be dedicated to Julian Assange and

all of those who are fighting for freedom of all people

to the Occupy movement and washing with freedom

to my beloved Wittgenstein and one of his beautiful thoughts

God save me from mental health

to my beloved Petrovic family for who Bra wrote to me yesterday in e-mail

I watched the segment about Petrovic family from Beska –

I wished to organise the wedding just to call them to play!

I love-kiss You my Bra

like every year I will be writing them from 24^th May to 4^th June

for twelve days twelve definitions of art each day

at once

rain is drizzling

I’m also drizzling

children who are coming back from the school

are watching me squatting and taking photos of grass

tomorrow I will take the last one out of the Thirty Three Photos of Grass

in my right hand is camera in left voice recorder

each blessing as well as all 76213 blessings

written so far are the reason I love Ludwig Wittgenstein

each blessing is unreasonableness through which I love-kiss everything

I’m walking – I’m unreasonably happy

I started the Rose of Wandering from the grave of William Blake

the next day I was on the grave of Ludwig Wittgenstein

that’s how the Rose of Wandering begun

there was seven white roses that day on Ludwig Wittgenstein’s grave

I was standing in front of his grave a lot longer than I thought

I was in deep trance of binding and identification

I experienced even deeper that

wonderful life Ludwig Wittgenstein says he lived

(Serbian word okupaj is pronounced the same as occupy, but it means wash. in Serbia

Occupy Movement is called the same, but due to the custom of transcribing names, it’s often written as Okupaj)

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I’ve started – I’m freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I’m walking – I’m freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I’m love-kissing – I’m freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I am you

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I am you are I

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I am you are I am God

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I am God

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is smell of wet trees

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are puddles of water I’m skipping over

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is at once

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is at once love

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is at once love once

first twelve definitions of freedom are behind me

I’m the freedom of this grass

I’m the freedom of the violet flowers in grass

I’m the freedom of young yellow dandelions

at once instead to Ada I went to Karaburma

I’m walking down the old Turkish cobbler through Zvezdara forest

I’m going down the muddy forest path

wet leaves of jasmine is wetting me

wow where this forest path had led me. here is only good

for plunging. just couple of steps and I would end up on a tree

mud is sticking more and more to my walking shoes

freedom is beautiful

the path is more narrow and hidden by branches

forest path has led me to the fence which I had to jump over

I’m cleaning the mud off of my walking shoes with an iron bar

in Nikola Doksat street I wiping my walking shoes of the grass

in Mirjevo Boulevard I’m sitting on warm asphalt and with warm water

from one remained puddle I’m washing my walking shoes from the forest mud

leaned on a traffic light post near London

I’m waiting to cross when green light comes on

I am a city hermit

everything is flat

everything is all the same to me

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is 

Ludwig Wittgenstein’s statement Leave the bloody thing alone

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is alone for everybody

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is emptying oneself for freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is 

receiving freedom and surrendering to freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is 

liberation from doing and surrendering to freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is getting to know yourself

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is revealing who you are

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is freedom in youth of self-regeneration

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is only me-only everything-only God

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is always only here and now

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is forever only here and now

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are temples of life 

I’m getting wet in the rain of freedom

I’m walking through Terazije in the warm rain and enjoying

last night after several days my stomach was hurting again

it scared me so it was hurting even more

I’m saying that I was scared so that I wouldn’t be scared

for over ten days my back is hurting as well

prostate

I admit my stomach is hurting me a bit now as well but I’m also enjoying in slow walking

drizzling rain is remedy

everything is remedy

rain has stopped… it’s starting again

I’m coming back from walking

paper collectors are my neighbours who I rejoice to a lot

truck wind spreads my unbuttoned jacket

I love-kiss concrete steps that lead me to the First House of All Beings

everything I see on these four steps is indescribably beautiful

I think I could take photos of them every day

a pigeon has just landed on my window

to make a renowned sculpture of those plain and unnoticed steps

I’m in the elevator

I’m opening the First House of All Beings

the end

enough for a blessing

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I start dancing to feed the freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is I start singing to water the freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

death that stets us free from the fear of death

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is death which transforms life into life

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is bravery to say that I’m afraid

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

tenderness with which I say that I’m not afraid

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are brave works which liberate all people

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are tender works that liberate all beings

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is going-coming to God

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is all beings are one through freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is art washing with freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

freedom in art which makes art from freedom and poem from art

I’m taking photo of yesterday’s steps

it’s five of them

today they are dry

yesterday they shimmering in the rain

sometimes a big snail is on them

today they are even more plain and unnoticeable

great art on its own

I will be taking photo of them following days

each moment without fear is treasure

both means and objective

pain in my stomach please stop hurting me

each blessing is helping me a lot

I’m crying from bliss in this blessing

yellow melilot that surrounds nudist beach on the lake smells good

catkins are flying

they say that there will be heavy rains following days

it’s Saturday – I’m done

I yearn to curl up

to get some sleep

to renew myself in an embrace

I am

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is ohm with God

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is freedom from fighting for freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is freedom of fucking with freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are

cocks of all beings in one and only pussy of freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are

pussies of all beings on the one and only cock of freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

freedom is not asking to fight for it but to live it

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is Nadezda Milenkovic

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

art of defining freedom regenerates freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are lips on lips

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are feet of thoughtfulness

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are hands of tenderness

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is modesty which excites landscapes

I’m watching the roses on the fence

it’s always important to watch the roses

so that they fill me and overwhelm me with their beauty

there are the yellow ones

there are the pink ones

sparrows and grass

swallows and roses

path and road

I’m

watching

them

roses

are

entering

my

heart

there

is

no

poem

without

a

rose

there

is

no

rose

without

singing

there

is

no

either

rose

or

poem

without

love

there

is

also

no

love

without

you

there

is

also

no

you

without

god

it’s gonna rain – says a grandpa to his grandson. so what – answers the grandson

I’m walking slowly absorbing the sun

I’m walking slowly through my body

while crossing the asphalt road I feel as if a herd of elephants are crossing over

I’m rejoicing the fact that I’m entering the woods

a squirrel is climbing up the tree with grate ease speed elegancy and charm

I’m getting out of the woods. birds are singing. I’m imagining them singing in my spine

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of the Occupy movement

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of goodness

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of beauty

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of love

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of bravery

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of innocence

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of rejected ones

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of a runaway child

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of a victim

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of a bud

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is loneliness of fist kiss

all of a sudden blessing

sixteen year old girl is standing next to the water and watching the pebbles and waves

grass is growing

purple colour of lavender has spread over the greenery

drizzling rain is wetting my face

frogs are croaking

this woman always walks alone around the lake

a lot of people are walking alone

there they are red roses

a white dog has spread across the asphalt

under the big tree tops I feel as if I’m in the temple

I’m sneezing – they say that from tomorrow it will be sunny

they are complaining for some reason – says

a man to me for the crows which are cawing on the tree

sun started to shine – savannahs in my body are green

I lift my head up and absorb the greenery of leaves

the art of walking transforms everything into art

walking of art transforms everything into walking

the smell of yellow sweet clover has struck me – where are You now

You are not around and You are my everything

loving You is immortality

stepping out

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is not 1% nor 99% but just 100%

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without terminology and authority

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without borders and administration

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without university and divisions

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without family and affiliation

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without team and pooling

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without property and inheritance

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is without spectacle and bread and games

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without seduction and ruling

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without rivalry and superiority

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is without humanism and anthropocentrism

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is without arming and war

freedom of the morning

I looked at the flowers on the table

I watched

in that 1984 when Macintosh was promoted I did the First Walking for Poetry

overlapping

steps beats

I’m actually listening to Elvis Presley singing Hound Dog on July 1^st 1956

I’m reading Jobs’ biography with great pleasure

insanely great

Jobs’ favourite expression of delight

to put a dent into universe

Jobs’ expression for leaving his creative trace

my stomach is bothering and scaring me

i’m

powerless

like

god

I hope that sun dries my linen that I just washed

I love Apple and electronic culture

simplicity is the ultimate sophistication

Jobs’ philosophy of design

high end technological products belong to everybody

they are God’s

not owing allows using the most sophisticated products

iMac which I’m using only confirms my not owing

language

through

which

i’m

singing

is

god’s

love

through

which

i

love-kiss

is

your

love

bud

through

which

i’m

budding

is

the

bud

of

all

beings

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is an ant that I just saw

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is resurrection of all beings which I just wanted

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is disappearing of the notion enemy for which I just jumped

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

are flies that are flying onto the warm asphalt

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is chirping of just born swallows

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is spring in my belly

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is free inhale and complete exhale

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is moment of love

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is this pirouette in walking

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

a child in the pram that is starting to drink water from the bottle

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is the health that shares and spreads

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is like-fuckability

Like-mindedness and Like-fuckability are the latest couple

here’s a bit of glorious wind for You

a young man is carrying slippers in his hands and walking barefoot over the pebbles

the young man that was walking over the pebbles is now reading a book

a man reading a book is one of the most exciting images for me

a couple but one

a man who wrote a book and a man who’s reading it

a man is sometimes female

a man is sometimes male

a man is sometimes just a man

beautiful and transient like a cloud

good-hearted towards every being

man is just one of the plenitude of beings

a being which love-kisses all beings

yesterday I saw that the pain in my stomach is located

in the circle where the name Miroslav Mandic is tattooed

Miroslav Mandic is painful for Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic please withstand Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic is the Bud of All Beings

Miroslav Mandic is the poem by Miroslav Mandic and the Miroslav Mandic Poem

Miroslav Mandic is this poppy that Miroslav Mandic is bowing down to

Miroslav Mandic is naked from the waist up

so that You would feel the warm sun on Your and his skin

little beggar who is begging on the crossroads is spitting on a man selling newspapers on the crossroads

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is again first of June

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is walking over the abyss of the first of June

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is youth of the first of June

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is walking naked in the rain of the first of June

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is celebrating everything that exists with the first of June

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

are ecstatic definitions of art of the first of June

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are

fuckable definitions of the one and only sex – sex of God life and art

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is the story I’m walking

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is the fairy-tale I’ creating

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is the poem I’m singing

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is hey walking in the fairy-tale of freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom hey fairy-tale in the freedom of singing

again first of June

miracle

a miracle of the first of June

every June

every month

every moment

cloudy and warm day

I’m under the impression of the abyss which

I experienced in the encounter with two close persons

I’m also under the impression of this morning’s encounter with torture

I asked myself should I base today’s definitions of art

on the abyss torture or again first of June

I’ve chosen again first of June

again first of June I created in glory of the beauty of repetition

world of transiency

I’m watching this grass and I feel again first of June

everything in this world is meaningless until

there are tortures but there is also again first of June

everything in this world is meaningless until there is

an abyss among close ones but there is also again first of June

when I just think of the horror that tortured people are going through…

when I just think of the horror that people who are torturing are going through…

nothing in this world is worth until the torture is protected by the state

abyss is love because it protects love and lovers from false love

abyss means that one day a day will dawn without

a day and that’s why again first of June is joy and salvation

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is this

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

are 229,945 people who have seen this until now

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are beauty and goodness in this

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is the rhythm of freedom in this

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is the freedom itself in this

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are You

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are only You

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom are my tears on Your face

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is every cell within You and within me

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is my freedom in Your freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is every youngling within me

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is one is more than all people together

this continues

it will never stop

runaway child is good child

runaway child is eternal child

child of all beings

runaway child is a mother and a father to each cell in all beings

runaway child is a promised land

runaway child has ran away because it wants to save the world

grass is fragrant so are field flowers in the grass

camomile

milfoil

patient St. John’s Worth

bitter absinth

Miroslav Runaway Child Mandic

more and more so I see what I see

more and more so I love-kiss everybody I love-kiss

more and more so I am all beings that I am

let’s go once again

more and more so I see what I see

more and more so I love-kiss everybody I love-kiss

more and more so I am all beings that I am

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is identification with those I love

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is through mother’s body

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is through father’s cosmic soul

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is through the logos of a child

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is a sparrow which flattered in front of my face

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is a pigeon which is walking through the grass

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is everything that is

for the first time and everything is always-forever only for the first time

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is a spark

of freedom with which every struggle for freedom begins

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom

is smell of the mowed grass which is already drying

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is milk of all beings and it’s called freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is freedom to freedom

freedom constantly radiates with freedom and is constantly moving towards freedom

Art is freedom – occupy-wash with freedom is

today’s washing for the occupy-wash with freedom

another 144 definitions of art are behind me

I caress You with freedom

I sing You with freedom

i am god

warm morning

eighty sixth

kaja’s birthday

today’s i am god poem

eighty sixth birthday of the girl that gave birth to me

who became a mother of all beings

who created beauty of this day

who transformed in every word of mine

I through mother’s body

I through father’s cosmic soul

I through the logos of a child

hey paths

hey roses

dance-sing

we are one I

I’m walking over the pebbles

going down towards the water

that small big thing – getting into the water and surrendering to it

bathing in the sun and water is indescribably beautiful

exactly that

You feel

we won’t be fucking around

I

adore

this

song

I found out yesterday about Hasil Adkins

I was dancing on the song she said in 2003-2004 but I didn’t know he was singing it

packaging is bullshit

carriers are nothingness

families banal

states terror

hey

hey

poem

is

I tenderly banged into the air

I’m going down the five steps

I won’t be taking photos of them any more

every step is celebration of live

every blessing is celebration of writing

every writing celebration of singing

i’m

dancing

you

my

singing

through trembling of leaves whole world is healing and dancing

trembling does much more to the world than the world to trembling

trembling trembles

caressing caresses

I’m inhaling the air full of linden fragrance

dedicated to a friend about which another friend told me this morning that I made her sad

ever since I was twenty one when I broke away with

film with studies and art being disgusted with everything or

what they were leading to and boding and yearning for something much

higher and complete only sometimes for a moment somebody was close to me

for forty one year I’ve been alone on this path

path

rose

I rarely have relationships with people

relationships are not love – love is a state

a dog is eating grass

pain in my stomach almost completely stopped

whoever You are wherever You are whenever You are

I love-kiss You with this cold wind

may You be

it

drizzles

i’m walking

rainy curtain has

lifted up over the lake

tender lullaby that’s what i am

I’m standing wet under the eaves and waiting for the rain to stop

I’m really getting very wet in the rain

it’s God’s glory

the art of getting wet in the rain