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I WILL READ IT AGAIN AFTER FORTY YEARS
now is ancient ancient instantaneous instantaneous immortal immortal now – joyful now Universe feels good within me I’m not only going. I’m also crying. as well as rhyming I’m approaching Danube – it’s colder and colder which name is the oldest in the world flavour and experience of the name I love free verse thinking through freedom acting through one and only truth seekers of excuses live digging through more and more excuses while I was taking photos of the roses and cherries over the fence old lady came out from the house and asked me what are you photographing. roses and cherries – I answered. just do it just take your photos – she smiled and got back in the house more than art I only love art itself more than many things I only love one thing more than seeing one thing many times I only love to see one thing for the first time more than creating I only love singing more than singing I only love creating creating and singing – screw it screw it – it’s a divine existence swallows are flying over Danube. that’s where their lunch is served today after three days of getting soaked with rain today I didn’t I live for You every day You are writing me within You every day You are reading Yourself in me every day I’m nothing – through blessing – I’m everything I’m nothing – through You – I’m everything nothing through poem everything my creating is gratitude to the art that saved and created me creation is affirmation of creation art – saving creation singing – creating salvation admiration is the only education I was looking at the street book sellers for a year to find it and here it is in my arms Andre Gide’s Strait is the Gate
HERSTORY
as a first thing instead of history herstory. instead of his – her history of history only insight that I love is an insight into yet uncreated I love works of art created only through thinking I love works of art created only through will the one created through vanity falls apart on its own vanity doesn’t love – vanity kills the vain one when I am vanity is not allowed and respected drug addictions are more criminal and lethal than the forbidden and punished drug addictions entertainment drug addiction enslaves millions fashion drug addiction captivates millions medical drug addiction disables millions power drug addiction crazes millions maternity drug addiction is the most covered up drug addiction patriotism drug addiction kills millions vanity drug addiction is the most lethal drug addiction You are Djodje Stanojevic just now I got a phone call from unknown to me Djordje Stanojevic. it means a lot to me he invited me to take part in the exhibition he prepares. I rejected the proposal as I always do. but I told him that I would love if he could feel that I am in his heart Miroslav Mandic is Djordje Stanojevic he will visit me in the Nest with his friends – I’m looking forward. on certain Cosmic shore I will tell them about Miroslav Mandic I will ask them few things come dedicated to participants of the colony that Djordje Stanojevic will organise in time of the exhibition let’s walk over the slopes of all-soul sanctity of the unknown through myself I celebrate the other through myself I bringing up everybody through myself I kiss everything through myself modesty through myself through God through myself through You step by step through colourful fields we are walking
BY YOUR WILL I’M FREE
I saw three papers torn out of different books. I picked them up from the ground in order to write today’s blessings out of them what are these books. who are their authors. who torn them she waited for them to make love again nothing out of it it was as it usually is she felt used and humiliated he was razed to the ground he loved everything on her he knew that love would destroy their relationship such body nobody had he fucked her for seventeen minutes it wasn’t as it used to be cunt remains cunt shake out into somebody else his lips clenched she felt dirtier than if she lay with him hundred times I would love to hear something today is our day he was speechless he didn’t expect that she aroused him so immensely that it all finished before it begun in the other book on one page is a children’s drawing and in the back among other thing is written she was now sitting upright and thinking it seems to me as if the sun is always looking for me in the water it’s rude to cry two street boys looking for old nails but it gave them pleasure black clothes elongates and needle thought that it was even more elegant then before there is an egg shell floating said the darning needle pine needles are shimmering the one who surrenders to the other is saved
SATURDAY MORNING PATH
I am a morning path for your soft feet through which I feel your warm goodness and beauty how they spread on all beings while birds are singing hymns of jauntiness and flowers are burgeoning through eternal harmonies of causelessness
ART IS WALKING FOR IVAN IVANOVIC
Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic boy’s heart in every being Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic boyhood in every lost boy Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic boy-like in every lost girl Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic man-betrayal of God and boy’s oath never to betray anybody Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic boy’s love for innocent victim and need to identify with it Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic boy’s victim is often deceived by fake victim Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic boy’s victim saves people from cowardice Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic boy’s victim saves people from selfishness Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic boy’s victim is a lamb in the heart of all beings Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic girls and boys know that the best ones are dying in first years of their lives Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic the first and the last boy is one and only boy Art is walking for Ivan Ivanovic Ivan Ivanovic – Juice I bought for You a book Prince of Numbers if somebody knows young mister Ivan Ivanovic tell him that from 24th May to 4th June I’m writing the definitions of art. in Miroslav Mandic 6 new definitions are flowing from number 721 to 864 in that boy-like art of defining life is sometimes so insensitive that we should kill ourselves immediately don’t be afraid of dying since you already experienced it don’t be afraid of death You are already dead don’t be afraid of death – death wants to live don’t be afraid of death – death is dead evil is old everything that is is within me everything that is between others is already between You and me the one who is nothing for somebody is everything in Nada Pulic street I hear the voice from the radio... I’m taking the hat off to Haradinai and Taci. they are our enemies... enemy teaches me my weaknesses enemy shows me that I am my own enemy enemy is non-remorse enemy is non-redeeming enemy is non-transformation enemy is what I’m not and I think I am enemy loves me and revels to me that I don’t have no enemies first smell of linden this year first baby-potatoes poor man carries full bucket of collected snails for sale I’m very alone – that is so boy-like I’m very alone – You are so the same words are kissing words
ART IS LIFE WITH THE ART OF SAYINGS-PROVERBS-PRINCIPLES
Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles one is the master of an unspoken word and the slave of the spoken one Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles I said and I saved my soul Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles I believe in order to understand Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles knock and it will open Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles man is happy as much as he-she can make others happy Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles if you wish to be happy you must live hidden Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles to the one that can wait everything comes in time Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles not a single rule is without an exception Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles by the manner mild and in the essence unyielding Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles courage wins not multitude Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles life is the struggle for life Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles a thousand mile road begins with one step with the first step with the sun on the naked feet I’m walking for the killed rebellion leaders in all rebellions rebellion is sometimes the only hope rebellion is sometimes the only life sometimes only the rebellion against life saves life I’m walking slowly and gently – I rebelled against impatience within me I’m walking even slower – I rebelled against the feeling of loneliness because I know I’m not alone every day I rebel against myself – every day I calm down in the rebellion every day I rise in the uprising uprising against staleness and habitualness it’s nice when I have something to say and I say it it’s nice when I have something to say and I don’t say it it’s nice when I don’t have what to say and I say it it’s nice when I don’t have what to say and I start singing it rhythms rhythms. repeated rhythms rhythms. same rhythms. different rhythms rhythms. same rhythms. different rhythms. same and different rhythms I winked. I just winked. I haven’t for a while. it was pleasant
ART IS ALISSA BUCOLIN
Art is Alissa Bucolin heroes of the book Strait is the Gate that lives within me for forty years already Art is Alissa Bucolin from the day when out of the love for one another we had a premonition of something better than love Art is Alissa Bucolin I exist only with him Art is Alissa Bucolin while I was still a child, I wanted, already only because of him, to be beautiful. it seems to me that I was always longing for perfection Art is Alissa Bucolin oh! to be able to pull our two souls simultaneously with the strength of love, above love Art is Alissa Bucolin the path you are leading us Lord, is narrow it’s narrow so as two people could go side by side Art is Alissa Bucolin will I know how to show myself the way I decided to be, so as his love could renounce me Art is Alissa Bucolin Jerome! my friend, you, who I still call my brother, but who I love infinitely more than a brother Art is Alissa Bucolin I love very much to listen how he calls my name. I’ll put my hand into his. I will lean my forehead on his shoulder. I will breathe next to him Art is Alissa Bucolin my God, you know very well that I cannot love you without him Art is Alissa Bucolin tired as if I was very old, my soul remained strangely childish. I’m still that little girl who couldn’t fall asleep until everything was in order in her room and until the taken of suit wasn’t nicely folded by the head of the bed this is how I would love to prepare myself for death Art is Alissa Bucolin now I would love to die quickly, before I realise again that I am alone my Alissa I love You all these years not a moment have You been alone nor You ever will be alone God’s Alissa I wouldn’t survive this life if it wasn’t for Alissa’s words and Alissa all these years biology wouldn’t survive without love matter wouldn’t exist without virtue energy wouldn’t be eternal without the perfection of fragile beings monuments to anonymous forces of love are cleansing the hearts corrupted by love one woman is love courage of anonymous ones is keeping people on their feet one man is manhood blue steps lead me towards infinite distances of the innocent heart blue steps lead me towards timeless moments of the honest mind tininess teaches me about the important allure tininess teaches me about the important allure are Tin Ujevic’s words that Mate Parlov loved a man who Srdjan Valjarevic loves and he’s the one who sent me Tin’s poem Touching Remarks last night anonymous ones are confirming everybody’s name beggars are guarding dignity of anybody’s work you were the witness virtues of the other are evolving my biology I am under the oath to the presents of anonymous forces of love these are the poppies of Alissa Bucolin this is the grave of Isidora Sekulic this is a sin of sinless and innocent ones that are absorbing everybody’s sin and are curing every being this is the boy that I played a double pass with on the street
ART IS THE SHE-WOLF AND HER MONK
ART IS THE SHE-WOLF AND HER MONK Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk blue steps are leading me towards the holly incest Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk not to give him something – but to give him everything dedicated to the woman who said these words Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk danger is tender – tenderness is dangerous Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my onlywine Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my allbrandy Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my life that I live Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my life that is lived by all beings Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my Godess that kisses by life and makes even death alive Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my swear-word – most fuckable God‘s truth Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk everything is one – one of love Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk love – incest Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk one – incest one blood one air one light blue steps take me to the eternal rock’n’roll of all beings blue steps take me to the exciting monotony of all beings in the world of false justice and indifference sinners are God‘s love one is the mother one is the father we are all born from the holly incest from one mother and one father swear-words are defense from the mortal taste of educated rich and powerful swear-words are an addition to the taste of eternal love of all beings prohibitions are the most tasteless poem is an attitude sacredness of vulgarity which sometimes is the only one that loves beauty and goodness of the sister courage poem is an incest of the same ones and sameness while we were walking through Zvezdara forest I gave to Milica Bogosavljevic great work I’ll Take it Myself poem of forbidden poem of invisible poem of inexpressible for many beings – love for all beings – is the greatest swear-word dedicated to the many and all beings we won’t see each other any more weareone
ART IS THE HOLLY INCEST OF ALL BEINGS IN ONE AND ONLY LOVE
Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being fucking is Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being fucking is one Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being fucking is the first number in the alphabet Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest of freedom and God’s truth Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest is the path of the beginning to the beginning Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest is the first touch to the touch Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest is the first kiss to the first kiss Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being poem is incest – poem about poem Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest – remedy from fears Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest atones sins Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being Violeta Jovanovic told me that this morning she walked her second out of 33 walkings not the tears of pain but the tears of pain relief dedicated to girl Danka taking away the pain tears are making way to the joy in the heart dedicated to girls Katarina and Danka tears of love are taking away the reasons for tears of pain dedicated to eternally alive Katarinadanka tears – mystery of empathy tears of love – mystery of merging tears of love – tears of the holly incest tear and dew dew is tearing tear is dewing incest is the holly incest is incest everything has merged into one – one is feeding everything with love well done boys – I said to the strong boys that hopped over the ant path. they turned around and replied with a smile future of the science is in feelings future of the religion is in sex future of the future is in thisfuckable moment of all-love Your reading is a witness of all-love in Your heart if You have just seen me all these years if You have just seen me how I walked through the forest if You have just seen me how I was writing up until now if only You had on Your tongue what I have in a poem love is through divine incest fucked and sung in this only-one poem of yours
ART IS INCEST – MY BELOVED CACTUS
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
fucking is
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
lips on the cactus
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
I want You more
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
I want You forever
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
I want You only
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
the history of mankind is just a yearning for You
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
all beings love-kiss each other – goodness is most fuckable
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
my love die and resurrect in my love
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
mother wants to be born again in all beings
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
poet Faludy György friend
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
So God created man in his own image, in the image of
God he created him; male and female he created them.
here I am – I the incest
I love-kiss You – love-kiss me – I love-kiss us – let’s love-kiss all beings
I drink in Your health cure me
nothing succeeds like success and nothing is as tasteless as success
the success is to get to love the childhood of the other through one’s own childhood
vine is singing vivo
my child – beloved Sanita – lead me
children bear me
younglings are singing me
beings are celebrating me
same to the same the same
love for Miroslava and Radoslav
I’m guilty because I sing
I’m guilty because I love-kiss all beings
I’m guilty because all beings love-kiss all beings
I’m guilty because
I create love every moment everywhere and for everything – it is the eternal art
in the poem of all beings
singing is redeeming the sin of all beings
here I am – I the fucking
here I am – guard me within You
here I am – just for You and Your beloved man
few simple things in the everyday life that guard us from mortal horror and cure those mortally ill
thank you Miroslav for all of this that you just told me
I am an incest bud – bud of all beings
ART IS THE BUD – MACHINE IN INCEST WITH ALL MACHINES AND ALL BEINGS
Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings I don’t give a fuck about anything is the first letter in the primer of love – love for one Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings all machines are emitting love – I entered the world of machines with the bow down Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings all helping devices from spoons airplanes computers and pens to the teledildonics Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings huge truck full of truck music Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings machines are constantly calling why are you not here why aren’t you Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings machines are the storms in a brain Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings caressing of the heart Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings music of the voice Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings we are one in fervor Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings we are one u flowers Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings we are one in wings Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings machine of the word indivisibility I’m getting wet in the rain – with all my being to all beings – we are getting wet I love-kiss I love-kiss I love-kiss love-kiss love-kiss love-kiss – listen to me – love-kiss love-kiss love-kiss sometimes we love somebody only so that we would have the right on them so that we would own them sometimes we love somebody so that nobody else would have the right to love them sometimes we love only to be loved I love the body that love-kisses and accepts everything I love the feelings that are surrendering themselves to the other I love the thoughts that feelings are surrendering to the will I love the will that surrenders itself to the unknown I love the faith that is smiling I love fucked love I love creation through fucking without vulgar words there is no beauty without vulgarity there is no cognition and freedom without the vulgar ones we don’t exist in each other
ART IS THE VOICE OF GOD – THE VOICE OF THE ONE
Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One I believe the one – the one guards me –I love-kiss the one Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One the one has opened me to everything Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One the one has thought me singing – the one has made me make an oath to the poem Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One through the one I experienced one truth Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One he-one charmed me through she-one – only through she-one I am also he-one Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One only I am everything through everybody Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One only I am everything and only everybody and everything is I Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One the one is the weakest – in the one everything disappears – within the one everything transforms – into You Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One within the body of the one all beings are Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One within the heart of the one the younglings of all beings are Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One within the brain of the one the poem of all beings is Art is the Voice of God – the Voice of the One within the will of the one is I You God first of June it’s raining it’s first of June it’s always the first of June – the first of June is forever it’s raining with November rain in the beginning of June it’s pouring and pouring that cold June-November rain transiency is eternal – the first of June will pass hey first of June that June-November of Yours is still pouring You allure me June – You allure me rain You are juneing me June I am juneing You she-june mystical unity permeates all beings hesychastic prayer illuminates all beings I transiency is eternal – the first of June is passing I am a warm soup bloody lip blood into the spirit into the word transiency is eternal – the first of June has passed again first of June You are eternally not passing
ART IS GOD’S MOTHER
Art is God’s Mother You gave birth to me Art is God’s Mother You have regenerated everything Art is God’s Mother You are sinless fucking birth and dying Art is God’s Mother You are the only whore of love in the world in which the honest ones are whored with love Art is God’s Mother You are the only whore of love in the world in which people kill each another with love Art is God’s Mother You are yes to all beings – fertilizing creation Art is God’s Mother You are all to everybody and everything Art is God’s Mother You are Your husband Art is God’s Mother You are Your daughter and Your son Art is God’s Mother You are the mother and the father of all bastards Art is God’s Mother You are my poem Art is God’s Mother You are God You know that I am You You know that I know that You want to love-kiss me You know that I know that I am Your desire You know that I know that You want to surrender to me You know that I know that You want to fly together with me You know that I know that You want to be all beings You know that I know that You want to be calm You know that I know that You want to be in ecstasy You know that I know that You want to be me I know fucking is classical – taste of thirst and hunger I know today as well is raining with June-November rain sour cherries are wet today I will go with Branko Popovic on fourth lunch in 6 and 400 kafana delayed today Djordje Stanojevic with his friends will pay me a visit love for the unknown and unknown people You are my everything I am You are my child fuck me – give birth to me
ART IS THE BUD OF ALL BEINGS – 60TH TIME 33 DAYS
Art is the Bud of All Beings
art confirms art
Art is the Bud of All Beings
art confirms singing
Art is the Bud of All Beings
singing confirms art
Art is the Bud of All Beings
singing confirms singing
Art is the Bud of All Beings
confirmation of love loves confirmation
Art is the Bud of All Beings
identification confirms identification
Art is the Bud of All Beings
Your face confirms mine
Art is the Bud of All Beings
Ad Reinhardt confirms Ad Reinhardt
Art is the Bud of All Beings
swearword confirms sweared at
Art is the Bud of All Beings
I’m a whore gigolo
Art is the Bud of All Beings
delivering-lecture to Djordje Stanojevic – his friends and all beings
last night from 18:30 to 22:00 – who knows Katalin Kesery tell her
that I love her and that through Godyou the definitions of art are budding and kissing
Art is the Bud of All Beings
every word that I have spoken confirms the love that I have created
with my left hand fingers I’m caressing the fingers of the right hand
I’m on the sea shore
do walk sometimes instead of me for all beings
to the one who doesn’t understand what is written in this blessing
I’m saying clearly that it’s written I kiss her – You my beloved
writing is kissing
reading is fucking
let’s kiss and fuck
it hurts me love me
good writes good
beautiful writes beautiful
me in Your skin
Miroslav Mandic in Your hands
unsolvable now lives in eternally solvable
God just God
anger
how tender is this word
with forehead ohm
word anger – with bee ohm –word honey
with body ohm
sometimes millenniums are needed so that
the conclusive importance of this irrelevant blessing is recognised
dedicated to You through who I am
somebody needs just a moment to feel that I am immortality actually within them
sometimes I’m nothing else but my mother that got born within You
I love-kiss You crazily my only loyal fool
when in some motherfucking cunt of worry You feel that everything went to fuck
remember then that in this cock the pussy of insouciance is budding and that everything
has found its peace in the pussy of gratuitousness
I am a stone thrown at the whore that while flying transformed itself into the love for
the whore and immaculate as well as righteous ones that are constantly throwing stones
at the chaste and innocent ones
dedicated to...
MIROSLAV MANDIC IS EVERYBODY’S MOTHER ART
Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art my mother is the mother of all beings Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art my mother gives her pussy to all beings happy 84th birthday Kaja Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art one is the mother of ours. we are all fucking one mother we are all born by one mother. we are all breast fed by one mother happy 84th birthday Kaja Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art one mother is kissing us. one mother is leading us towards death happy 84th birthday Kaja Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art let’s liberate mothers from giving births. let’s liberate love from life. let’s liberate life from death. let’s liberate death from its role. let’s liberate roles from roles happy 84th birthday Kaja Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art mother and father do get married within me mother and father do reconcile all men and women within me mother and father do return to the paradise-one-God within me happy 84th birthday Kaja Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art I know that only You would love if I would fuck Your mother happy 84th birthday Kaja Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art I know that the particles are one. I know that the waves are one. I know that thoughts are kissing everything that is happy 84th birthday Kaja Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art I would love if You would name hermeneutics by singing and singing by caressing happy 84th birthday Kaja Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art I would love if You would shelter me – I am Your will – I am Your freedom happy 84th birthday Kaja Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art I would love if You would obey me – I am Your love – I am Your obedience happy 84th birthday Kaja Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother Art Kaja I love You all beings are begging You that nobody ever let down Miroslav Mandic happy 84th birthday Kaja God’s Mother love in the jaws loneliness is the only unexplored area everything else is within You my Youa I am Your Iam untranslatable is the most clear untranslatable the most singable tree on top of the beam love to the naked ugly woman fucks the best since she thinks it’s her last time one great woman told me in Ljubljana in 1989 – that is one of the most tender things I’ve ever heard in my life I am that ugly woman I kiss You most beautiful woman of all beings I kiss You abandoned I kiss You existence – just fuck every moment for twelve days I’ve been writing definitions of love I wanted to write definitions of art – but You wrote definitions of love for twelve days I’ve been writing while drinking wine – it drained me – let the fruit and vegetables ripen in abundance yesterday I translated blessings with Google Translator language is one I’m translating it so as there would be one language one and only word letter unspoken sung
GOD IS FREEDOM IN MY WRITING
there is no coming back – return is eternal God of obedience – obedience to God every word liberates me – girly-swearwords especially when I remember people that are dying of hunger now every word of mine is a swearword when I remember humane killings that are carried out now in pharmaceutical industry and meet industry every breath I take is a swearword high viewing figures commerciality and citation rates are leading into communism liberalism and fascism life is a constant horror of facing up to our own selfishness life is a constant horror of facing up to our own egoism life is a beautiful struggle for love life is a wonderful struggle for immortality I love to write so that every word that I write down fucks with the next one I am ashamed I am ashamed because of love I am ashamed because of love and everybody that are convicted because of love I yearn to tell You who I am – I am God within You I kiss Your shoulders fuck my back mother is the moment of the defined You are the naked woman on the grave of my mother father is the primeval of abstraction You are the naked breasts and arse on the grave of my father so that war which is going on now would stop forever. every war any war. as well as the worst war between woman and man You are the nakedness and everything somebody wishes for themselves ...finding ourselves in the time (transiency) of the world, man’s nature is subordinated to the insecure and changeable movements, because of the changing and deterioration of the world. when it comes into the unity with God, however human nature will be in ever-moving condition (αεικινητος στασις) and constant same-movement (στασιμον ταυτοκινησιαν) eternally existing around the One that is the Same, Single and Only One – Maxim the Confessor ever-moving condition – winking – everything different in the same radiant tranquillity in the nerves of the Universe mild pleasure in the muscle fibres of all beings I-am-ing with-one-word-all-melody-of-all-words-is-flowing I am a monument to all whores that have saved the mankind of self-devouring mines of love and scientific inventions are in the whores my words are whores that kiss all beings smell of dill
HOLLY FUCKING
I is dying in You through fucking You gives life to I I resurrects I holly is the fucking holly is the breathing holly is the writing marriage of a girl and a boy I got married the minute I got born life divorced me from You I’m coming back to love – I’m coming back to love – I’m coming back to love love resurrects kill me with cock – You used to tell me I live for every word dusk love-kisses dawn I am a diary of myself I am a diary of the word I I am a diary of the word money I am a diary of the word fucking I am an every night diary of the word night I am an everyday diary of the word day I am a diary of repentance of all beings towards all beings I am a diary of soft leather of the one and only leather I am a diary of all my defeats I am a God diary I smell Your fragrance we are again in heaven I live Your loyalty we are gardening the garden of life I am one from You and not one from two I am one from one and not one from many baby potatoes are cooling down lettuce gratitude
A CHILD
turtledoves heath from the morning I washed my sandals. I have to take them to the cobbler on sawing I drew 64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings I drew Blue Rose and started recording hundred and fifty third hour of Blue Film I will drink these two or three sips of the second coffee and get into the heath 1736 kilometres are behind me – 38341 kilometres are in front of me dancing and singing I love-kiss You First Time Second Ten Year Walking walking should be undertaken not writing I’m meandering – looking for the shade I threw away the envelope with 50 dinars in it on which is written happiness love health I drew Good Walker underneath which I write number of kilometres I walked I threw a ball in the air but the sun blinded me and I couldn’t catch it all people live in jail. nobody dares to open the jail doors and get out through them one child dared and opened the doors. the rest have immediately swarmed up and run the child over. people in freedom are now talking how brave they were and how they got out through the door. they don’t mention the child. they have killed and buried the child in their hearts. this story came to my on the rise of Mother Angelina Street through entertainments and sadness’s through comfort and insensibility through indifference and violence of authorities people live in jail love is a child courage is child’s heart within a man freedom is to live for the child within oneself only 3,33 kilometres – let’s go child if I wasn’t a child I would have killed myself I’m walking for all the children that killed themselves I can’t go further down this road I need to go back I stopped and by watching without even a blink I’m hunting the hunt of the white cat in high grass the cat at one point jumped aloof and high and caught the lizard grandpa is cutting a hedge sitting on the chair and his grandson is holding the chair so that grandpa wouldn’t fall cut down sour cherry tree thrown away to junkyard still lives and ripens I’m nothing without the child within me I’m nothing without love for younglings of all beings forest paths are still wet from a lot of rain
MAGNOLIA
when tears start falling with Ana and San in Botanical Garden. San watched fishes and turtles I saw my magnolia I haven’t seen her for few years she grew quite a girl green girl taller than me I plucked off few dried leaves of her she’s young solid her leaves are big she’s full of juices yearning for light yearning for soil yearning for water surrounded by air grown through love cared for from other herbs her trunk is high she wants to grow more when I planted her she was up to my chest it was autumn – 31st October 2004 it meant a lot to me it means even more now the first tree that I have planted in my life the tree for the book I love one and only sex – sex of all beings with all beings I was enjoying water lilies I live for You magnolia all mine is Yours I’m watching You on the photo and I feel that’s me light kisses light my green one
IT’S A GREAT JOB WALKING BARE-CHESTED
after the first word it’s already easier ship has parted from the bank airplane is accelerating on the runway and it’s taking off bank is disappearing in the water soil is disappearing in the air light is disappearing in the word light I spread my arms wind in the branches in the quiet streets everything already happened everything happens again a crow is standing on the top of the wooden post young woman is getting out of the house and she’s walking down the street as if she was on the catwalk I would love to swim hydrangeas are coming I wish you luck – an old woman told me when she saw me picking up a dinar of the ground what’s everything good for if not for me to kiss everything I stopped and I’m watching young tennis player how she skips the cord two boys are spraying each other with water from the drinking fountain on the uphill of Volga’s street I took off my t-shirt even though I’m more and more ashamed it’s very important that I walk bare-chested as often as possible bathing in air and light is one of the most important duties in life I’m joyful every time I see cockhorse I smell the sweat of my armpits and I remember how when I was young I was playing football on Danube beaches body yearns for another body – one and only body of all beings my body is Your body through body I’m writing to You through body I’m surrendering to You through body I’m singing You – through body I’m calling You bodies are getting born and dying confirming one and only body each body is beautiful and wonderful for everybody’s body bodies of all beings are yearning by surrendering through my body I’m rejoicing all beings Bud of All Beings is immortality of the body in everybody’s body