Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

 

tonight Aleksandar Tisma died

said Zilnik about Aleksandar Tisma to me over the phone ten years ago

 

whenever I was going to see Aleksandar

I was so happy as if I was going to see a girlfriend

 

we were formal in addressing each other

 

sometimes we would be so carried away with walking

and conversation that our shoulders would stick to each other

 

I’m walking over the bridge

 

dusk and fog are setting in together over the river and city

 

I’m tenderly thinking about Aleksandar

 

he would be eighty nine today

 

I gathered around fifty true stories about Aleksandar

 

short

 

sharp

 

Aleksandar’s koans

 

we were often walking by the Danube

I’m thinking while crossing the river Sava

 

he loved to swim

 

breath

 

write

 

after tenth year of the Rose of Wandering from 1991 to 2001

the work What Was Ten Year Ago is carrying on from 2002 until 2022

 

I love ten year works

 

ten year roads

 

ten year circles

 

I put my hood on

 

I’m enjoying even more

 

I’m gliding through the air over the river

 

I stopped to breathe in the beauty

 

river disappears upstream in the fog

 

one ship is slowly sailing

 

cars are rushing and easily as well as quickly are crossing the river

 

I’m happy that I never had a car

 

Aleksandar also never had a car and couldn’t drive

 

lordship on the bridge is the bridge which is connecting lordship of all beings

 

seagulls are flying over me

I’m flying

 

I’m gently going down the bridge

 

slowness is very arousing

 

 

 

may each word of mine be within You God

 

may each word of mine be Yours God

 

 

living

words

are

god

 

 

i’m

living

living

words

i’m

a

living

god

 

 

living

words

living

god

living

poem

lives

 

 

living

words

live

god

living

poem

sings

 

 

through living poem I’m also alive

 

 

i’m

not

a

man

i’m

only

a

poem

 

 

i’m

not

a

superman

i’m

only

god

 

 

understanding God constantly changes

 

God’s love and love for God never changes

 

 

god

created

my

i

as

well

so

that

i

could

also

be

god

to

god

 

 

nobody ever believed so easily that God is like God

 

nobody ever believes so easily each moment that God is like God

 

living means believing – that is my faith

Marcel Duchamp

 

air is here today as well

 

loyal air

supple and mild air

 

poem of the air

suppleness is the only loyalty

 

poem is cock

loyalty is only supple one

 

pussy poetry

loyalty and suppleness are one

 

I’ve betrayed everything so that I wouldn’t betray God You all beings and poem

 

through God You all beings and poem I’m always loyal to everyone forever

 

today as well I will take photo of my face

 

the face of walking

 

Bud of Walking

 

I’m enjoying the moss next to the concrete wall

 

 

i’m

every

day

enjoying

the

poem

of

a

day

 

 

I was walking slowly around the lake and writing poems about fucking

 

divine fucking

 

fucking is the innocence of the rejected ones

I wrote 33 divine poems about fucking

 

it’s indescribably captivating

 

captivatingly indescribable

 

 

fuck

me

fuck

me

fucking

my

only

singing

 

 

this morning when I wanted to write in from the

voice recorder yesterday’s 33 poems about fucking I wrote only

 

oh I deleted all yesterday’s poems about fucking

 

I thought to myself that it is their destiny

 

and then I calmly wrote again 33 divine poems about fucking

 

yes

 

fucking is innocence of the rejected ones

 

nothing more innocent than fucking and nobody more rejected than the innocent ones

 

like any other human being I was born through fucking

 

and

 

I was born within the system

 

I was raised within the system

 

I rebelled against the system through art

 

I got out of the system

 

I lived and created outside of the system

 

I created much greater system. one and only

system within which is the system from which I got out

 

one and only system of all beings

 

I call it a fairy-tale

 

I live the fairy-tale

 

in the fairy-tale

 

mother fairy-tale

 

everybody would love to live in a fairy-tale but not to live the fairy-tale

 

they love fairy-tale but they are running away from the fairy-tale into the system

 

they are rejecting the fairy-tale because of the safety in the system

 

fairy-tale is rejected and that’s why fucking is the innocence of the rejected ones

 

system is reality

safe haven

 

reality is the name for personal interest and it rules this civilisation

civilisation is a surrogate of the fairy-tale

 

reality is lost virginity

 

reality is betrayal

 

realities are replacing one another

 

fairy-tales are confirming one another

 

fairy-tale-love always in me for everybody

 

fair-tale-love forever in the other for me

 

fairy-tale is always innocent fucking

 

 

 

 

I don’t have a wife – You are my wife

 

I don’t have a companion – You are my companion

 

I don’t have a supporter – You are my supporter

 

I don’t have a skin colour – You are my skin colour

 

I don’t have a species I belong to – You are my species I belong to

 

I don’t have a church – You are my church

 

I don’t have a family – You are my family

 

I don’t have a nation – You are my nation

 

I don’t have a state – You are my state

 

I don’t have a house – You are my house

 

I don’t have a pool – You are my pool

 

I don’t have a garden – You are my garden

 

I don’t have property – You are my property

 

I don’t have health insurance – You are my health insurance

 

I don’t have social security – You are my social security

 

I don’t have years of service – You are my years of service

 

I don’t have a salary – You are my salary

 

I don’t have savings – You are my savings

 

I don’t have a bank account – You are my bank account

 

I don’t have money – You are my money

 

I don’t have working hours – You are my working hours

 

I don’t have a studio – You are my studio

 

I don’t have a publisher – You are my publisher

 

I don’t have a museum – You are my museum

 

I don’t have a library – You are my library

 

I don’t have a biographer – You are my biographer

 

I don’t have a bicycle – You are my bicycle

 

I don’t have a car – You are my car

 

I don’t have a plane – you are my plane

 

I don’t have weapons – You are my love

 

I don’t have tools – You are my instruments

 

I don’t have an estate – You are my property

 

I don’t have a property – You are my being

 

 

i am god

everything that i’m singin you

i’m singing about myself

god

today’s thirty third poem i am god

 

 

on the first of June will be seven years from the

defeat and brake up with Kaja Cirilovic on the 1^st June 2006

 

seven years of famine were following

 

seven years of defeat

 

loneliness

 

of the miraculous miracle

 

of the miracle of all beings

 

of the miracles of porn sites

 

of the loyalty to the miracle on the loyal site miroslavmandic.name

 

the miracle of the Bud which is budding within me

 

I’m hugging you all my defeats you have saved me from reality

you are the humus of the Bud of Fairy-Tale

 

wet snow is falling

 

I’m going down the Boulevard from Cvetko’s Market

 

my stomach and my chests are not hurting

me like yesterday and the day before so I feel nice

 

I don’t know how will it be after the first of June

as far as I’m concerned I would love if it remains the same like all

these years from 9^th August 1973 when I got out of jail and went towards the sky

 

I was a runaway child

 

during these forty years I was a heavenly boy

 

from the first of June I’m heavenly young man

 

young man of fairy-tale

 

Miroslav Mandic Fairy-Tale

 

it is all one singing

 

one being

 

 

through god

to god

god

 

 

that

miraculous

through god

to god

god

 

 

that’s that grass

through god

to god

god

 

 

that’s that robin

through god

to god

god

 

 

that’s that uniqueness of repetition

through god

to god

god

 

 

that’s that unpredictable consistency

through god

to god

god

 

 

that’s that glass

through god

to god

god

 

 

that’s that I

through god

to god

god

 

 

that’s that oh

through god

to god

god

 

 

that’s that m

through god

to god

god

 

 

that’s that ohm

through god

to god

god

 

 

who are You

is the first question in the work

24 Days 24 Questions 24 Answers

 

every day I will ask the same question Violeta Jovanovic

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson and Mirjana Lukic and they will

answer and send their answer to me and to each other

I wrote there these blessings twenty four days ago

 

every morning I was asking Violeta Jovanovic

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson and Mirjana Lukic a question and they

were answering and sending the answer next morning to each other and to me

 

what do you Violeta think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with you from the 1^st of June?

what do you Violeta think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with Ivana and Mirjana from the 1^st of June?

 

what do you Ivana think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with you from the 1^st of June?

what do you Ivana think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with Mirjana and Violeta from the 1^st of June?

 

what do you Mirjana think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with you from the 1^st of June?

what do you Mirjana think should Miroslav Mandic

brake up with Violeta and Ivana from the 1^st of June?

was the last question in the work

24 Days 24 Questions 24 Answers

which I sent this morning

 

I don’t know if Violeta Ivana Mirjana will change

 

I don’t know if I will break up with the work and socialising with them

love will never break up because love never breaks up

 

after

24 Days 24 Questions 24 Answers

I believe know and certify that

 

Violeta will be a better person

 

Ivana will be a better person

 

Mirjana will be a better person

 

my liver is rejoicing

 

my stomach is rejoicing

 

the heart in my chests is rejoicing

 

chests of mine are rejoicing

 

everybody in my stomach are rejoicing

 

blood in my body is rejoicing

 

blood vessels and capillaries in my body are rejoicing

 

every cell in my body is rejoicing

 

my cry is rejoicing

 

my worry is rejoicing

 

my weakness is rejoicing

 

my pains are rejoicing

 

my unreasonableness is rejoicing

 

my joy is rejoicing

 

my joy be a joy to every being

 

my joy rejoice through health

 

my joy rejoice through freedom

 

my joy rejoice through haulage

 

my joy rejoice through shivers

 

my joy rejoice through surrendering

 

my joy rejoice through shimmering

 

my joy rejoice through God

 

 

through god

to god

god

only

joy

 

 

 

 

this is the first out of fourteen Saturdays until 1^st June

 

after that it will again be first of June again

my gentle work about transience

 

before I was thirty I felt cruelty of transience

 

but also the need of the very transiency to be gentle towards it

 

and so on one first of June I said first of June again

 

I believe in authorship but not in copyrights

 

all Your ideas are my authorship

ask me just ask me

 

that You are reading symbolically it’s an essence for me

 

I don’t even live. I redeem. I don’t live but I live

 

I live fairy-tale

I think everybody should live fairy-tale

 

second-rated often manifests itself as more important than the first-rated and

at one point allowing that becomes betrayal of the essence and everything crumbles

 

deep reading recognises decisions

 

pains in my body scare me and bring me down

I lose my strength. I’m becoming corrupted with life

 

when I’m afraid my life is the most dear to me but I deeply disagree with that

 

what I find more important than my life through:

singing

creating

walking

live itself

all beings

You

God

 

I sing and I work immortality

 

that’s why I should engaged in immortality even when I’m afraid of death

and so be immortality

 

hop. garden of all beings is the Fairy-Tale

 

not just change but radical change

if a man doesn’t change radically he or she keep on being more important to themselves

 

what are claws to instincts that is education to culture

 

what is lie to culture that is a career to art

 

conceptual art doesn’t produce art pieces but it reflects upon the

very essence of the art. conceptual art is the art of reflecting the art

 

art is not expressing one’s I but the radiance of the very I

 

radical change begins with the first step

 

reality doesn’t mean anything to the fairy-tale

 

fairy-tale means everything to reality

 

reality is unfolding according to the fairy-tale not according to reality and their children

 

people from the reality are stealing the fairy-tale for reality and their children

instead of living the fairy-tale for fairy-tale and all beings

 

if I observe things from the reality fairy-tale is the most important

 

if I observe things from the fairy-tale poem is the most important

 

through poem

 

through each word

 

through young hooker who we saw a moment ago working on the road

 

 

i

 

 

i

am

 

 

i

am

you

 

 

i

am

you

are

 

 

i

am

you

are

i

 

 

i

am

you

are

i

am

 

 

i

am

you

are

i

am

god

 

 

again

 

 

i

 

 

i

am

 

 

i

am

grass

 

 

i

am

grass

is

 

 

i

am

grass

is

i

 

 

i

am

grass

is

i

am

 

 

i

am

grass

is

i

am

god

 

 

again

 

 

i

 

 

i

am

 

 

i

am

bud

 

 

i

am

bud

is

 

 

i

am

bud

is

i

 

 

i

am

bud

is

i

am

 

 

i

am

bud

is

i

am

god

 

 

again

 

 

i

 

 

i

am

 

 

i

am

poem

 

 

i

am

poem

is

 

 

i

am

poem

is

i

 

 

i

am

poem

is

i

am

 

 

i

am

poem

is

i

am

god

 

 

again

 

 

g

o

d

 

the

book

Rose of Wandering

was

a

poem

text

fairy-tale

diary

novel

 

an I poem

 

a mystical text

 

a fairy-tale of freedom

 

a diary of creation

 

a novel of love

 

Rose of Wandering

I love-kiss You creating You through freedom

 

poem

is

shining

 

mysticism

is

reducing

 

fairy-tale

is

persuasion

 

diary

is

confession

 

novel

is

spreading

 

rain is raining

 

Vera Varady just sent me a photo Every Day is a Good Day

front page of the catalogue The Visual Art of John Cage

 

 

every

day

god’s

day

 

 

here is another e-mail

 

Cage

Method

Structure

Intention

Discipline

Noting

Ambiguity

Interpretation

Imitation

Dedication

Circumstances

 

 

rain is raining

 

rain feels like kissing

 

rain feels like raining

 

rain feels like getting wet in the rain

 

rain feels like being somebody’s getting wet in the rain

 

rain feels like getting wet in the rain with somebody

 

rain feels like getting somebody wet in the rain

 

 

rai

rai

rain

is

raining

 

 

rai a mouse got wet in the rain

 

rai a drop is trembling

 

rai a blade is being young

 

rai road is shining

 

 

rain

is

making

a

poem

wet

 

 

rain

is

writing

a

poem

 

 

rain

a

bud

is

budding

 

 

raining

rain

is

raining

 

 

 

 

to live – swimming across the Danube until I’m eighty. Just remember Leni Riefenstahl

I decided on this day ten years ago

 

White Rose

seventy years ago Sophie and Hans Scholl were killed

 

brave individuals are the honour of mankind

 

in praise of the White Rose contemporary fascism

embodied in neoliberalism from now on I’m calling democracy

 

contemporary tyrants have chosen democracy to hide their greatest crimes behind it

 

democracy is the biggest crime to day

 

biggest crime to day in the history of mankind

 

communism fascism democracy holy trinity of evil

 

communism tyranny of body

 

fascism tyranny of soul

 

democracy tyranny of spirit

 

it’s hard to survive in communism fascism and democracy

 

all the more so one should live in the glory of life

 

frailly

 

Sophie and Hans are more and more alive

 

they live the life of glory in the glory of life

 

 

you’re

beautiful

white

rose

 

 

I’m tenderly thinking of Magdalene and Robert

 

mother and father of Sophie and Hans

 

mother and father of the very life

 

Magdalene and Robert were living life for life

 

Magdalene and Robert are mother and father to all beings

 

freedom – mother and father

 

love – wife and husband

 

loyalty – daughter and son

 

one is the child

 

child – younglings of all beings

 

child of goodness

 

child of beauty

 

child of freedom

 

child of fairy-tale

 

child run away from human society

 

 

child

bud

on

the

road

naked child dressed in the God’s light

 

 

this is how I went through the February

 

I got from

Mirjana Lukic 106 euros

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 100 euros

Branka Zgonjanin 100 euros

Vera Varady 60 euros

Sun Mandic 18 euros

Violeta Jovanovic 15 euros

Petar Miloradovic 10 euros

 

I’ve spent

flips 74 dinars

pastries 120 dinars

two pies 230 dinars

two bannocks 90 dinars

two zwiebacks 90 dinars

two bread rolls 55 dinars

two flat breads 70 dinars

bread 4.15kg 814 dinars

bags of peanut sticks 82 dinars

 

rice 0.3kg 55 dinars

millet 0.3kg 51 dinars

oats flakes 0.3kg 45 dinars

dried vegetables 380 dinars

buckwheat 0.5kg 137 dinars

soy flakes 0.55kg 135 dinars

 

oil 1l 162 dinars

coca cola 0.5l 57 dinars

mineral water 20.5l 616 dinars

two bags of powdered juice 52 dinars

 

mustard 27 dinars

margarine 78 dinars

olive spread 131 dinars

mayonnaise 2.15kg 652 dinars

herbal cheese 1.374kg 574 dinars

 

dill 40 dinars

olives 0.3kg 170 dinars

carrot 1.31kg 72 dinars

potatoes 1.5kg 106 dinars

beetroot 4.14kg 196 dinars

red cabbage 0.99kg 55 dinars

bunch of parsley leaves 20 dinars

frozen vegetables 0.45kg 87 dinars

four instant cream soups 100 dinars

 

fruit 1.2 kg 53 dinars

lemon 0.36kg 31 dinars

apples 5.5kg 238 dinars

oranges 4.2kg 289 dinars

bananas 4.72kg 513 dinars

 

tart 100 dinars

cream 293 dinars

biscuits 485 dinars

cream pie 160 dinars

sponge fingers 125 dinars

 

hot chocolate in a café 125 dinars

six bags of hot chocolate 196 dinars

 

valerian tincture 251 dinars

hawthorn tincture 190 dinars

five packets of tea 281 dinars

St. John’s Worth tincture 507 dinars

one packet of prostate tea 363 dinars

 

haircut 200 dinars

four soaps 182 dinars

3 sponges 101 dinars

toilet paper 100 dinars

fabric softener 156 dinars

three toothpastes 315 dinars

axsal solution against lime scale 100 dinars

 

sticky tape 85 dinars

two tapes for the Blue Film 600 dinars

paper for the Coffees of Courage 350 dinars

seven boxes of blue crayons for drawing the Blue Film 11100 dinars

 

altogether I got 409 euros

 

spent 484 euros

for the rent and living expenses 275 euros

for the working material 109 euros

for food 90 euros

for hygiene and medications 10 euros

 

I gave to others 54 euros

 

minus of 129 euros I took from the money I have left from the last year

 

it’s wondrous this every day noting

 

it’s a poem

 

it’s a fairy-tale

 

neuronal constellation

 

each thing is a neuronal flower

 

shimmering of grams and dinars

 

dripping

 

life is a dripping of life

 

patient waiting

 

drop by drop

 

step by step

 

 

word

by

word

poem

 

 

haircut 200 dinars hey

millet 0.3kg 51 dinars hey

toilet paper 100 dinars hey

apples 5.5kg 238 dinars hey

two zwiebacks 90 dinars hey

sponge fingers 125 dinars hey

beetroot 4.14kg 196 dinars hey

St. John’s Worth tincture 507 hey

mineral water 20.5l 616 dinars hey

mayonnaise 2.15kg 652 dinars hey

six bags of hot chocolate 196 dinars hey

seven boxes of blue crayons for drawing the Blue Film 11100 dinars hey

 

Mirjana Lukic 106 euros hey hey hey

Vera Varady 60 euros hey hey hey

Sun Mandic 18 euros hey hey hey

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 100 euros hey hey hey

Violeta Jovanovic 15 euros hey hey hey

Petar Miloradovic 10 euros hey hey hey

Branka Zgonjanin 100 euros hey hey hey

 

a brook of fairy-tale is flowing

 

towards the river fairy-tale it’s flowing

 

 

 

 

I am Charles Bukowski

reading of the poetry of Charles Bukowski ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 4am

 

I just sent e-mails of gratitude to the people who are helping me

 

I’m singing a song

 

creating a work

 

walking the walking

 

I live a fairy-tale

 

every first of a month I’m sending the Bud and the Fairy-Tale

 

a big thank You

 

gratitude only gratitude

 

days are passing by

 

weeks are passing by

 

months are passing by

 

years are passing by

 

everything is passing by only love is coming

 

through new buds

 

everything is going away

 

only love is coming

 

everything is going away into death

 

only love is coming from death

 

only love transforms everything into immortality

 

first yellow dandelions of this year

 

tiny blue flowers

 

bees over the young grass

 

spring

 

vibrancy of the roots

 

refreshed tree barks

 

buds on the branches

 

buds in the legs

 

gratitude only gratitude

 

this is transforming into this

 

mild smile

 

wet lips

 

infinity of friendship

 

 

this cold wind on the bridge feels nice

 

Saturday’s

 

both wind

 

and exposure

 

are invigorating me

 

I’m closing my teary eyes

 

I’m making my slow step longer

 

everything is on the bridge

 

blessing

 

I just thought to myself to make all 33 blessings on the bridge

 

large water

 

even bigger sky

 

watery sky

 

I love the feeling the sky is always bigger than everything

 

I swallowed enough sky on the Rose of Wandering

 

it was constantly surrounding me

 

I was walking over the earth but I was in the sky

 

I feel endeared

 

I thought Universe as well has its sky

 

every word as well has its sky

 

the sky of a word is the truth of that word

 

 

water

of

the

water

 

 

sky

of

the

sky

 

 

poem

of

a

poem

 

 

I’m crossing the middle of the river

 

a beating hammer can be heard from the bridge

 

impressions from the bridge are slowly fading away

 

the wind is calming down

 

soon I will cross over to the other side of the river

 

I’m leaving the bridge behind me

 

as well as this bridge of blessings

 

the bridge of words

 

 

skies

earth bridge earth

skies

 

 

 

today is my Nenad Baturan’s birthday

 

and these are the blessings only a bit adjusted

from a mail which I just sent to the three persons

 

blessings

 

about Tuesday

 

about what was happening last three weeks with You

 

about my health hardships

 

about my hardships with the close ones

 

about break up

 

about myself

 

about my poetics

 

about further work

 

about Tuesday

I’m inviting You to come tomorrow

at half past four

or

five

or

half past five

to

do

the

last

Saturday

until

8pm

then

to

have

dinner

and

watch

Manchester-Real

 

about what was happening last three weeks with You

there were nice things

but

shocks with You on Tuesday 12^th February 2013

shocks with You on Saturday 2^nd March 2013

shocks with You on Saturday 2^nd March 2013

have finished me off

 

about my health hardships

I am better and I am worse

I rejoice and I am sad

is it for the real

angina pectoris

or

because I’ve heard of angina pectoris from You and You heard it from the cardiologist N.

who You described my pains in the chest to and who told You that it would be good if I

came for a check-up as soon as possible

however I had on Saturday strong pains and ever since my hand gets a bit numb

not that hard

I hope nothing is dramatic

even though a lot of things are hurting me

especially stomach

enforced thoughts about those pains are bothering me

and new and unknown pains are always leading me on serious illnesses

and that scares me a lot

however

it

is

sure

that

all

of

that

is

God’s

glory

and

that’s

why

I

believe

only

in

God

self-healing

Your health

Your care

good free doctor who You will find for me

and who I will give back to with care

and make happy with being and singing

and who I hope I won’t even need

 

about hardship with You

this is much bigger problem for me

because it takes my energy

it stultifies me

corrupts me

drags me into what I don’t want and what I despise

I was telling You all of this

hundred billion times

I’m joking

and

above all about that I was

singing

in

the

book

Miroslav Mandic

but

I

was

really

singing

about

that

not

symbolically

and

that

is

my

mission

not

to

betray

that

singing

that

innocent

being

through

singing

creating

and

walking

I don’t know if You

want

to dominate me

or

You don’t know who You are

or

You don’t understand who I am

or

You are afraid to accept me

or

You don’t want to support me

because You think You will lose me that way

not even knowing that in that way I’m nothing but already a corps

over which You’re shedding crocodile tears

and quietly jubilate in Your victory

I’m writing You this whole letter with love and in good mood

even teasing a bit in order to help You

take it with joy and

so that it gives You strength

to vigorously

and

radically

work

and

be

only

what

You

should

and

what

You

should

do

I

know

but

You

know

it

even

better

in any case

I am sure that

consciously or unconsciously

You are imposing Your politics

over my poetics

because You don’t yet have Your poetics

and You will never have it as long as You are holding to Your politics

the politics

of

ego

domination

and

playing

safe

 

about break up

danger!

help!!!

the way it is now it’s very dangerous

and it should stop

therefore I’m

reversing

changing the plan

1^st of June 2013 is no longer the date I will

decide if I will break up with You

but whether I will on

1^st of June 2013

carry on with You

and

that’s why

You should treat this as if we have already

broke up

and not only from two days ago but from the very beginning

and

the

period

until the 1^st of June 2013

I suggest

You

to use

to find out

for Yourself

or with my help

or

with the help of someone You trust

should

You

carry on with me

going my way

and

through

my

singing

creating

walking

or

should

You

break up with me and carry on the way You are on

or radically change

which means radical change of Your way

whenever I say should I say freedom and love

 

about myself

the more I struggle with

health

money

You

human society

for

that

much

my life is more and more miraculous

my innocence more and more dear to me

You are more and more my ally and if our paths disperse and if our paths join

the fairy-tale is more and more truthful and realistic

singing only singing

the only poem

the poem of one and only poet

creating only creating

the only art-work

the art-work of one and only artist

walking only walking

the only walk

the walk of one and only walker

 

about my poetics

God

you

art

 

God

sex

money

 

God

Fairy-Tale

Bud

 

God

path

rose

 

poem

art-work

walk

 

admiration

gratitude

loyalty

 

wonderment

bowing down

giving

 

innocence

simplicity

fucking

 

poetics yes

politics no

 

politics can exist only as a consequence of poetics

and not like in the real world where it exists without poetics

and therefore trying to enslave everything that can be enslaved

don’t drag me into politics

especially not into Your politics

which You are consciously imposing when You are being cocky

and unconsciously when You are defending

only

singing within the fairy-tale for the Fairy-Tale of All Beings

 

about my further work

doing

through

being

 

being

through

singing

 

singing

through

Miroslav Mandic

 

Miroslav Mandic

through

God

 

God

through

God

 

god

is

a

poem

to

god

not

to

you

and

not

to

anybody

or

anything

because

you

anybody

and

anything

exists

only

through

poem

of

god

 

 

I was writing and editing the e-mail for You and for blessings for three and half hours

 

I’m in the sun

 

I’m walking slowly

uniquely slowly

 

Miroslav Mandic book is salvation

 

salvation for every being

 

both water supply and sewage

 

the only spring and only confluence

 

transformation of everything and anything into the poem

 

great poem of humming

 

small poem of buzzing

 

tomfoolery is emerging from suppressing and it is a great poem

tomfoolery is cleaning from rotten egoism and it is a small poem

 

 

thank

you

for

hurting

me

thank

you

for

singing

 

 

i am god

god is poem

by god about god

today’s poem i am god

 

 

outflow of God’s love overflows me

 

the light of cosmic stones is circling through my cells

 

greenery of plants is harmonising all shudders in my body

 

blood of all the animals is purifying my blood

 

trembling of the spirits of nature calms my nerves

 

innocence of people fills me with blessedness

 

immateriality of higher intelligence ennobles my spirit

 

soil is taking all the pains out of me

 

water is soaking me with health

 

wind is whirling joy within me

 

sun is taking me back to the earth so that

I can sprout from the earth like light in each being

 

how wonderful You are little red bugs in the grass

 

how wonderful You are blue flowers in the grass

 

how wonderful You are wind in the grass

 

how wonderful You are grass in the grass

 

seashores soaked with sea

 

horizon filled with endlessness

 

beaten path You are bringing me joy

 

my cry You nourish me

 

I stopped in order to drink blue colour of the lake

 

water is transparent

 

in few days young greenery which Slobodan Tisma loves will spread all over the trees

 

fragile bulrush and beautiful bamboos

 

wonderful deeds of a good man

 

incomprehensible salubrity of brave women

 

runaway child and good child together on the road

 

runaway child and good child are one child

 

younglings of all beings

 

one rose

 

life lasts through change

 

art through immutability

 

as long as I’m alive every moment I am God’s glory

 

when I die I’m God’s eternity in each moment

 

 

I’m drinking second tea and eating biscuit

 

first sips were very hot

 

the tea has already cooled down

 

the strawberry and vanilla tea in teabags

 

it’s red

 

with this cup of tea I’ve eaten three biscuits

 

I’m left with one more

 

with the first cup of tea I’ve also eaten four biscuits

 

the fourth biscuit is in my mouth

 

firstly I soak it with my saliva and then I chew it

 

after fourth biscuit I will also eat a little piece of unleavened bread

 

if it wasn’t too expensive I would only eat this bread because it’s beautiful

 

dense-heavy-tart

 

it’s in my mouth

 

I’m soaking it as well

 

I’m starting to feel its taste

 

it reminds of soil

 

wheat

 

it smells of cow

 

Nikolai Fyodorov

 

for a moment it’s a bit bitter as well

 

people say that wonderful and brave Nikolai Fyodorov lived only on tea and bread

 

tea and bread hey

 

sun

 

path

 

universal goodness in everything

 

I couldn’t resist I took one more bite of the oat unleavened

 

it’s wondrous how everything so quickly becomes a personality

 

oat unleavened bread hey

 

I love Nikolai Fyodorov so much

 

every 6^th of March in the twentieth blessing I write Nikolai Fyodorov

on the sixty fifth of sixty sixth day of a year

 

I love Robert Walser so much

 

every 26^th of October in twentieth blessing I write Robert Walser

on the sixty sixth day until the end of a year

 

 

 

thank You for saving me from myself

I was hoping You will tell me these words

 

have You ever heard how Jack Kerouac is reading

 

a man doesn’t know anything so well as he knows God

 

a man doesn’t play dumb that he doesn’t know something

as much as he is playing dumb that he doesn’t know God

 

knowledge is God

 

knowledge about something is devil

 

knowledge only is

 

only knowledge doesn’t know anything

 

it only love-kisses

 

everything only love-kisses

 

everything is love-kissed

 

sky of the sky is sky in everything

 

word of a word is in each word

 

hey beauty

 

hey goodness

 

hey next day

 

 

thank

you

for

saving

me

from

myself

 

 

thank

you

for

creating

me

from

yourself

 

 

t

h

ª

n

k

y

o

u

 

 

through the brain of laudation

 

through the heart of gratitude

 

through the national assembly of all beings

 

through the assembly of minerals plants

animals spirits of nature people higher intelligence

 

alone

 

alone for everybody

 

a runaway child on the road

 

everything that surrounds the runaway child is his sister

 

a good boy on the road

 

everything that is in front of a good boy is his girl

 

a runaway child and a good child are one child of all younglings

 

a sister and a girl are one woman of all beings

 

a runaway child a sister a good boy a girl are one

 

Miroslav Mandic of Miroslav Mandic

G

o

d

 

 

 

thirty years from making a decision about walking

 

listening one evening to the thousand years long singing of Tibetan monks

I have felt that it’s necessary to do something during this short and decaying

life that thousands upon thousands of people are doing for thousands of years

 

with my heart I was going through my mind and I’ve decided I’ll be walking to Germany

 

I will be walking and leaving thin thread behind me

 

thin thread has transformed into Poetry and

walking transformed into walking through Yugoslavia

 

later on I carried on to Germany then to France and in the end to England

 

Four Walks for Poetry

 

Four Walks for Poetry have turned into the Rose of Wandering

 

Rose of Wandering turned into the Bud of Walking

 

those were the transformations

 

one man is more than thousands upon thousands of people through thousands of years

the best

one man is more than all people altogether

the best one not the best ones

one and only

all beings

I am God

God

 

surrendering and giving in

 

a work of caressing and caressing through the work

 

everything started when I was 33 years old

 

tiny poem

great work

 

 

i am god

my heart within

yours is rejoicing

god

 

 

have I told you, that is wrote to you that sometimes I beg

you in my mind not to die before me? actually recently I was thinking…

two years younger friend of mine wrote to me

 

 

i am god

because these

words of mine are

god

 

 

i am god

because your eyes

on my words are

god

 

 

dawning through creating

 

poem of all beings every moment in every being

 

great journey of God

 

 

i am god

my grass is

green

 

 

i am god

my sky is

blue

 

 

i am god

in everybody’s

heart is my

home

 

 

First Walking for Poetry was flying over landscapes through which I was walking

 

Second Walking for Poetry was the very thoughtfulness

 

in the Third Walking for Poetry I turned into the boy child

 

Forth Walking for Poetry has reached the innocence

 

Four Walks for Poetry have transformed me into the Rose of Wandering

 

Rose of Wandering into Miroslav Mandic

 

Miroslav Mandic into the Bud of Walking

 

Miroslav Mandic

G

o

d

 

 

soon

 

language

is

god

 

 

language

is

god

of

language

 

 

language

is

god

to

language

 

 

language

is

god

 

 

god

is

language

to

language

 

 

god

is

god

to

language

 

 

god

is

through

language

god

 

 

god

is

language

to

language

 

 

language

to

god

is

grass

 

 

language

to

god

is

swallow

 

 

language

to

god

is

rose

 

 

language

to

god

is

grass

 

 

language

to

god

is

washing

 

 

language

to

god

is

a

pillow

 

 

language

to

god

is

a

friend

 

 

language

to

god

is

washing

 

 

god

is

to

language

rhythm

 

 

god

is

to

language

melody

 

 

god

is

to

language

harmony

 

 

god

is

to

language

rhythm

 

 

god

and

language

are

one

 

 

god

and

language

are

the

same

 

 

god

and

language

are

through

wedding

 

 

god

and

language

are

one

 

 

god

and

language

one

love

 

 

god

and

language

my

love

 

 

god

and

language

your

love

 

 

god

and

language

one

love

 

 

god

is

the

heart

of

language

 

 

god

is

the

laudation

in

the

heart

of

language

 

 

god

is

the

heart

in

the

laudation

of

language

 

 

god

is

the

heart

of

language

 

 

god

language

miroslav mandic

ggg

ooo

ddd