Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

 

 I admit I was watching you twisting with your hips

 

ever since then you make me horny

 

and I’ll never cease to be

 

you have opened me up with the cock of dancing

 

you have opened me up for shaking

 

shake it baby shake it

 

I love sex of dancing

 

I love sex with dancing

 

shake it baby shake it

 

rock and roll yourself my beloved

 

rock’n’roll

 

through shaking everything merges

 

through shaking milk turns into soft butter

 

through stirring nothing gets burnt

 

when I’m stirring I’m moving the Universe

 

here

 

you can feel

 

hey mountain girl plain is in front of us

 

flanks hips thighs

fuck fuck fuck

 

do not stop

 

it’s accelerating

 

we are breathless

 

we’re panting

 

easiness is carrying us

 

through the music of Universe – music of fucking

 

dancing and fucking are the same

 

flanks hips thighs

fuck fuck fuck

 

shake it baby shake it

 

never stop

 

dance from the day You’re born to the day You die

 

children are dancing. young people are dancing

middle aged people are dancing. old people are dancing

have You ever seen how ninety years old Compay Segundo is dancing

 

stones are rolling and dancing. animals are dancing. leaves on the branches

 

I’m shaking

 

 

 

pump me

rock and roll me

in dirty blue

shoes of

r’n’r of

life

1088^th poem of the book Fucking

 

 

pump

me today is

eleven years of

god’s life in

your earing

1089^th poem of the book Fucking. yesterday at 3.22pm I wrote the last 1089^th poem of the book Fucking

 

 

cos

mo

go

ny

of

a

lit

tle

po

em

 

 

the best way out is always through

Robert Frost

 

remember me – whispers the dust

Peter Huchel

 

poetry excites me. life of life affirms to me

verses from Frost’s and Huchel’s poems cited by Joseph Brodsky in his text In Praise of Boredom

 

excitement with poetry is orgasmic

 

mortal body is surrendering to the metamorphosis

of soul which is transforming into the immortal spirit

 

fuckable and poetic is the same

 

 

everything

always

the

same

is

 

 

everything

always

sex

is

 

 

everything

always

poem

is

 

 

I love fuckable words which initiate fucking

 

I love poetic words which initiate singing

 

 

s

i

n

g

f u c k      i n g

i

n

g

 

 

sex with words I have discovered during fucking

 

I was speaking them to the ear

 

I was speaking them quietly slowly and gently

a prairie was opening in front of us

 

those were such sexy stories that they were constantly moistening and moistening

 

opening and opening

 

words which were going through the brain

and spine and like a poem ended up on clitoris

 

clit words

 

sex words are supporting the life of the very life

 

Bowing to Sex is also a support to Chelsea Manning

 

Chelsea is a hero

 

Chelsea stopped the war

 

Chelsea won the greatest army in the world with her femininity

 

Chelsea dared on her own

 

Chelsea is transforming and has transformed herself in front of the whole world

 

Chelsea is evolutionary moving away from death and moving towards life

 

physics of poem within the metaphysics of sex

 

 

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ch

po

em

of

mi

ne

a

mi

lli

on

is

 

 

fu

ck

me

I

am

a

cos

mo

go

ny

of

a

lit

tle

po

em

 

 

 

 

You and I

sex is sexuality. of gender. of halves. of a couple. sex of halves and sexes. one which has

been divided. one which is dedicated to the other. sex of a whole. a couple on the road is one

 

He-Same and She-Same

 

Everything and Everybody

 

Rose and Path

 

Whirlpool and Whirlwind

 

She-Shy and He-Shyness

 

I-Am-Going and I-Go

 

Good and Beautiful

 

Life and Thought

 

Pussy and Cock

 

Please and Thank You

 

Hey-Ho and Hi-Ho

 

Clitoris and Glans

 

Nearness and Distance

 

Forceful and Tender

 

Tranquillity and Appeasement

 

Speckled-She and Runaway-He

 

Poet and Artist

 

Doing and Being

 

Thoughtfulness and Attention

 

Dancing and Singing

 

Shy-She and Frostbitten-He

 

Kiss and Bud

 

Creation and Singing

 

Serving and Kissing

 

Patience and Suffering

 

No-Beginning and Infinity

 

Innocent-Ear-She and Golden-Mouth-He

 

Approval and Concurrence

 

Snuggling and Nestling

 

Runaway Child and Good Child

 

Insouciance and Unreasonableness

 

Same-Thinking and Same-Fucking

 

 

 

yesterday was forty two years of the Red Notebook which I’m still using

fuck isn’t that alive sex

 

sex is innocence

 

faith in perpetuity

 

I wrote the word perpetuity for the first time in my life

isn’t that as well alive sex

 

I’m immediately declaring Perpetuity for one of the heroes of the book Miroslav Mandic

 

Perpetual-He and Perpetual-She

 

together on the road

 

together in the middle of the road is the most innocent and most eternal sex

 

everything is sex

 

when I take a pencil with my hand that’s sex

 

when I dip a style into the ink that’s sex

 

 

when

ink

is

dripping

into

the

words

of

a

poem

that

is

sex

 

 

the more sex is free the more is innocent

 

dirty words in sex are cleanest

 

the dirtier the cleaner

 

sex is the word love on my temple

 

innocence of sex is in grace of the one in which two are calming down

 

innocence in sex is the prerequisite of freedom in sex

 

freedom in sex is endless

 

endlessness of freedom in sex is what’s the sexiest in sex

 

the sexiest in sex is the sex of the most obscene and the most tender

 

innocent

 

plain

 

I’m fucking

 

I’m fucking You

 

I’m fucking and I’m fucking You also when I’m on my own

 

I’m fucking in front of everybody

 

I’m fucking for everybody

 

I’m fucking in God’s glory

 

I’m fucking I exist I am

 

I’m fucking You exist You are

 

 

through

your

smile

i’m

fucking

and

singing

 

 

god’s

smile

am

i

 

 

in this life I enjoy the most fucking with a woman

 

more than sleeping and cakes and money and football and watermelons…

 

nevertheless in this world more than half of

my sexual life I’ve spent without the sex with a woman

 

that’s because even more than the sex with

a woman I enjoy in talking and getting along with a woman

 

in mystical attraction

 

in common dying in ideals of beauty and goodness

 

in woman’s recognition of who am I. in my delight with who she is

 

but even more so I enjoyed in admiration of great artists

 

of brave ones who are sacrificing themselves for others

 

of music

 

all beings

 

eternal life and life of eternity

 

God

 

 

of

surrendering

singing

creating

walking

 

 

I have spent wonderful moments in fucking with a woman

 

even more wonderful in talking to a woman

 

in mystical attraction which would take us towards the resurrection

 

in unspoken vows that we will give our lives for beauty and goodness

 

in recognitions which are leading towards deification

 

and what about enthusiasm for Jean-Luc Godard Ludwig Wittgenstein

Gertrude Stein William Carlos Williams Claude Monet Billie Holiday...

 

or Gandhi Martin Luther King Jan Palach

Muhammad Bouazizi Nadezhda Tolokonnikova…

 

in hours and hours with music

 

in innocence and loyalty to all beings

 

in life which is transforming into the very life

 

 

a

n

d

n

o

t

e

v

e

n

m

e

n

t

i

o

n

i

n

g

g

o

d

 

 

then a poem

 

an art work

 

walking

 

 

a

face

face

of

god

is

I just wrote it

a poem is uniting and unifying everything

apart from uniting and unifying everything a poem is singing both uniting and unifying

 

 

art work confirms and restores paradise

 

walking is music which is walking

 

Music and Mystic

Music and Mystic in the middle of the road for the first time together

 

budding of the Bud and the Bud of All Beings

glory to the sex of the Bud and the sex of the Bud of All Beings

 

 

 

music is joyful dying

 

sex is dying in the joy of joining

 

poetically man dwells on this Earth

Hölderlin

 

musically man exists in the only Universe

Mandic

 

fuck me music

for the first time in my life I wrote only Mandic for myself

 

music – mystics of the sex of a fulfilled desire

 

music – mystics of dying in sex and music

 

music – mystics of sex and guilelessness

 

blossoming of daisies

 

music is a female poet which is surrendering to her male poet

 

alternation of receiving and giving is the rhythm of fucking

 

liberation is the melody of fucking

 

trust is the harmony of fucking

 

hymnal holly trembling

 

pussy ripples

 

dick surges with whirlwind

 

deer are running

 

grass is thriving

 

galaxies are blossoming

 

everything would like to fuck with everything else

 

music fuck me

 

Your lips are absorbed with the sunny smile on my anus

 

if I wasn’t fucking that much with music I would never experience that fucking is music

 

if I wasn’t fucking with wondering and respect

I would never experience that music is fucking

 

music of fucking is bowing to the fucking of music

 

fuckable musical orgasmic mystical are the same

 

same is the fucking of the same

 

same is the music of the same

 

I’m fucking and enjoying the music of fucking

 

I’m listening to music and I’m enjoying in fucking through music

 

sex – life for the first one

 

music – life for the first one

 

 

sex

and

music

are

the

life

and

art

for

the

first

one

 

 

 

i

am

sex

of poem

what separates me from sex are poetry art and walking. they separate me but they also feed me with sex

 

 

i

am

poem

of sex

through poetry art and walking I’m becoming aware and enriched with sex

 

 

i

am

goodness

of poem

 

 

i

am

beauty

of poem

 

 

i

am

spring

of singing

 

 

i

am

a mouth

of confidence

 

 

i

am

a glance

of giving

 

 

i

am

a clitoris

of surrendering

 

 

i

am

an anus

of obedience

 

 

i

am

a touch

of a heart

and

mind

 

 

i

am

a kiss

of innocent ones

 

 

i

am

fucking

of all beings

 

 

i

am

fuckability

 

 

i

am

a small

but

fuckable

poem

 

 

i

am

hornyness

 

 

i

am

a plain

but

horny

poem

 

 

i

am

shagging

 

 

i

am

everyday

but

sexy

poem

 

 

i

am

a pussy

 

 

i

am

a reasonless

but

a pussy

poem

 

 

i

am

a cock

 

 

i

am

an insouciance

but

a cock

poem

 

 

i

am

an arse

 

 

i

am

rejected

but

noble

poem

 

 

i

am

alone

 

 

i

am

the

very

poem

 

 

i

am

the

very

sex

 

 

i

am

an

i

of

orgasm

a grace

of my

poem

within

you

 

 

i

am

an

i

of

poem

gentleness

of your

sex

within

me

 

 

i

am

i

 

 

i

am

an

i

of

i

am

 

 

i

am

an

i

am

of

i

am

 

 

i

am

god

 

 

 

the art of incorruptibility

a boy has started to run

 

the art of independence

a boy has hopped

 

the art of gratuitousness

a boy has stopped

 

the art of friendship

a boy has seen himslef

 

the art of boogie-woogie

a boy has a merit

 

the art of courage

a boy has bowed

 

the art of silence

a boy is touching blades of grass

 

the art of tambouring

a boy is jumping into water

 

the art of taking from behind

a boy is doing a long jump

 

the art of approval

a boy is hugging goodness

 

the art of a round belly

a boy is kissing beauty

 

the art of mild hand on the balls of the world

a boy is a mother and a father to his friend

 

the art of steady fuckability

a boy is running

 

the art of first love which is in each fucking

a boy is greeting flowers

 

the art of reunion and regenerated fucking

a boy is caressing trees

 

the art of dirty words in one and only encyclopaedia of life

a boy is a boy to a girl

 

the art of cock the art of pussy is

a girl is watching a boy

 

the art of pussy the art of cock is

a girl is running after a boy

 

the art is not fun or consolation but salvation

a boy is alone under the stars

 

rebellion of consciousness

a boy has eradicated death

 

rebellion of conscience

a boy has redeemed sisterhood and brotherhood

 

rebellion of sex

a boy is mortally wounded

 

consciousness and conscience are sex of rebellion

a boy has survived

 

consciousness conscience freedom

a boy has been reborn

 

being

a boy is running

 

fucking

a boy is identifying with everything

 

Being and Fucking

a boy is breading God in

 

path

a boy is playing with God

 

step by step

a boy is God to God

 

worlds are being reborn in the embrace of Being and Fucking

a boy has put his ear to the ground

 

poetry art walking

a boy is singing

 

we are fucking

a boy is lightened up

 

we are one

a boy is running

 

 

 

I love singing about walking

 

I love creating through walking

 

I love to walk

 

I am a walker – walking of walking

 

sex of walking

 

I feel at home only while walking

 

homelessness

God sex money

 

the house of walking and the house of sex are the same

 

boundlessness of homelessness

 

freedom is my only home

 

no to belonging – yes to surrendering

 

walking is constant getting in

I’m walking-I’m getting in

 

walking is the body of time which is getting into the body of space

I’m walking I’m getting into freedom

 

getting in – joining

 

salvation

 

God I’m in Your step

 

rhythm melody harmony of the music of walking and of sex are the same

 

all verbs are the same it reviled to me while writing the book I Name

 

all words all beings and all things are the same

is reviling to me while singing the book Miroslav Mandic

 

walking is getting horny is deciding

 

walking is fucking is kissing

 

walking is cumming is calming

 

I was passed by a limping man

 

an omen

a flame

 

through walking I’m joining singing and creating

 

through walking I’m joining being and doing

 

through walking I’m joining fucking and identifying

 

through walking I’m joining enjoying and sacrificing

 

I sat on the bench to increase the enjoyment in this walking and this fucking

 

through walking I’m fucking – through walking I’m fucked up

You remember

 

through fucking I’m walking – through fucking I’m all fucked

You’re witnessing

 

through the landscapes of innocent tautologies

through unstoppable stimulations of deification

through plainest and sexiest sexuality

I’m vowing to the cooing and redemptions through sex

amen

 

 

fuck

me

singing

creating

and

walking

i

am

your

fucker

 

 

 

 

thank you

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

for

past

translations

of

blessings

to

English

 

I

would

love

if

somebody

would

carrie

on

translating

the

book

Miroslav Mandic

to

English