DUSAN MISIC DUDA

how people called her – lived in a small street that was called James Elli... 

that’s how Louis Armstrong started his autobiography that I will continue reading tonight

next few days I will live with Louis Armstrong

in certain moments I’ll even be Louis Armstrong

Louis will resurrect within me

Louis Armstrong will transform Miroslav Mandic

I will be Louis Armstrong of the XXI century

I am Louis Armstrong always and forever

I

am

a

poet

of

one

and

only

artist

I

am

an

artist

of

all

beings

I

am

a

walker

of

all-love

while I was buying Louis Armstrong I saw in the bookstore new

well equipped book by a friend and with this morning’s e-mail of a close

person with whom I parted it started off an avalanche of doubt vanity dirt

confession – repentance – redemption – making-god-like

I’m nowhere

alone

alone like a dog

previous three words are beautiful

I’m like nothing

I’m not for anything

useless

unnecessary

convicted

rejected

God

man’s duty is to believe he is God

the thing is that it is just a Word

I was both upset and tranquil

I walked around the lake

I was thinking

admitting

excepting

love-kissing

carrying on

towards the end of the walking I was light up by the tranquillity

it rumpled me it washed me it wringed me out the soul of mine

love is wise

Lévinas prefers to think of philosophy as the wisdom of love rather than the love of wisdom 

love guards love. I am nothing comparing to Your readiness to let me in

God love-kisses God

I just decided to dedicate the seventh book of Miroslav Mandic to Dusan Misic Duda