Bleeding Ink #1053

Watch the water 

Fill these rooms 

The cities 

The sunrise 

Pass the past 

The years gone by 

The words I’ve written 

Laid out to die 

Life and death 
Come hand in hand 

Mixed with all the other sands

You will find 

the extraordinary 

With the familiar 

A few feet from your room 

There she lies 

The erotic 

The unseen 

The new 

Inside 

The familiar 

The illusion 
Of what we have here 

Folded between 

The lie of certainty 

Life and death 

Come hand in hand 

With all the other sands 

We didn’t die suddenly 

We died slowly 

Breakfast to lunch-

Day by day-

Little by little-

Until the hours turned to minutes-

And we were left with the check-

Try to leave it all behind 

All the less 

All the truth 

All the shadows 

All we leave behind 

The rooms filling with water 

Let it be enough 

What kind of writer 

Am I?

What kind of lover?

What kind of human ?

Cover to cover 

Change will come to you 

It’s just outside the room 

-regardingsamuel.com

Beagle in the City #133

Simon: Ugh, slow down or open a window dad. Your driving is making me car sick. I think you need lessons. 

Ethan: You need to stay away from the cocoa and chocolate. 

Simon: Oh boy, did you bring any? Open a window, this car is so small, I can’t breathe.

Ethan: I want you to meet someone. 

Dog: Hey guys! My name is Megablaster! But you can call me anything. 

Simon: Hey! My name is Get over here! 

Ethan: Please, Your name is Simon. 

Simon: Who’s that? 

Ethan: …


Humphrey: I like you. It’s as if we understand each other. Do you enjoy cheese? 

Ethan: I’m going to call you Rufus, or Humphrey. I’m also lactose intolerant. But my wife…

Simon: Hey! Hey! Hey! Have you ever..have you ever seen grass? Or rode in a car ? You probably have. I rode in a car just now. Have you ever had chocolates? 

Humphrey: I think your dog is broke. He keeps offering me drugs. 

Ethan: He’s an awkward homeschooler. I’m sorry.  

Humphrey: It’s ok. 

Simon: Hey watch how fast I can run!! 

Beagle in the City #132

Ethan: Uhm yes, hello. This is Ethan. My dog,the idiot, Simon. He ate five  Hershey kisses. Do I need to do anything? 

Vet: Did he eat the wrappers? 

Ethan: No. no, I don’t think he liked those. 

Vet: Was it milk chocolate or dark?

Ethan: milk with almonds 

Vet: (laughs) ok ok he should be ok. Just monitor him for a few hours, he might get a little sick to his stomach but he should be ok. 

Ethan: Thank you. 

Simon: Hey, dad, how about some more of those chocolates. Those are delicious. 

Ethan: You- you – idiot 

Simon: (under the table) It’s ok. You can just package them for me instead. Like a present. 

Ethan: I’ll show you a present. You scared me half to death.

 Simon:  Seems a bit drastic but ok.  (You can never be too agreeable when your human is emotional) 

Gold City 

The debate for literature is universal and exponential. The debate for libraries. That’s another matter altogether. If a stranger comes to town, no one gathers at the library to gossip about him. 

And so it was, during the age of science, understanding and exploration, there was also superstition and mysticism. When a stranger came to our country. 

No one particularly noticed him though. 

The Headlines were championing another tale. God wanted a tower.  A golden tower to assure  his legacy. It would stand in the middle of the largest city and it would be the tallest structure in the world. 

The news was, God needed an architect. 

Three weeks to the day, The stranger approached God and his Court. 

– I can build your tower. I can build it so it’s reflective surface lights half your country. And it eclipses the sun by day and your moon by night, it will give you light from the oldest stars in the universe. Everyone will know your name. 

God thought for a moment. 

-Name your price, he said, rubbing the rings on his fingers. Everyone has a price. What gold, what firm, what women, do you want?

– The Library  of Archives. That is my price. I want it. I want it moved to the great halls on the coast of your country. And I want the land it sits on there. 

God stared for a moment. 

– Surely this architect is joking. You can have anything in the kingdom and you want the oldest books in the world? And a bunch of land? For what? Books? Fine. You must be poorer than I thought. Let’s hope you build better than you bargain. You have insulted my name and my court. I am God. No one was before me and there is no one to match me and my glory. You have six months. 

The architect left. Feeling accomplished. He really thought it would be more difficult. He couldn’t believe his fortune. 

The months passed. While he and his crew raised the golden tower. On the fourth month they cut the ribbon. There was no other structure like it past or present. 

God, true to his contract, paid with the Library of Archives. It was moved from the Capitol to the Coast inside two great halls. Beside the shore. 

No one thought about it again. 

No one missed it. It was the age of fast information, and fast pleasure. Space, fortune,  no one read for pleasure or for anything more than a certificate of career. 

I remember meeting the Architect for the first time. His eyes were steel blue and he asked me who I was. 

– I’m the librarian. I come with the books. I said. And continued sorting the shelves. You must be the Architect. Congratulations are in order. I have champagne and donuts and coffee for you and yours in the reading room. 

He walked through the rows staring like a child when they first notice the stars at night. 

– I don’t understand. Why would anyone give this up. 

– Well, I am thankful, you would be the first to read one of these books, other than myself of course. In sometime, we’ll just say that. No one reads anymore. They have it all. They are ignorant and they live forever to prove it. 

– My name is Owen. 

– I’m Montague. You can call me Monte. 

In all of my time with The Archives. I’ve never seen anyone so hungry for information as Owen. If he wanted to know something, I would take him to the book. There was a lot he wanted to know, and there was a lot of books. 

– How long have you been here, Monte? 

– Oh, as long as the books. We’ve always been together. It’s in the contract. 

– I never mentioned you Monte.

– The Founders contract. I’ve been here since the first page was ever written and bound. I had to be. Someone has to put it on the shelf. 

The years passed and Owen, opened the library to the people of the low lands. His countrymen, he resurfaced, a new stranger, with a new suit, repairing not only structures and homes, but finance, healthcare and agriculture. 

With the knowledge he gleaned from the library he started building a community, a place where people were free to read and create. More and more the poor moved to the coast and built close to the library. Some studied medicine, and some studied engineering, more and more retired there as well. His community grew into a kingdom. He studied the art of war and law. The books held all there was to know from history. 

So there was a reform. And a declaration  was made. An election and a government was in place. Reforming old opinions. And religions. If you came here you could study and learn from the library. You could join the community. Your religion was welcome but you had to reform it to the values of the community. Everyone was equal. Everyone had the same opportunity. But this was secular not spiritual. There was no place for religion in government. There would be no gold towers reaching the sun. Only men reaching the moon and exploring the far corners of space. And potential. 

God, you can imagine. Was shocked to discover that a new kingdom had erected over night. 

– Who is this Prime Minister? I am God. The strongest in the world. The greatest. 

– It’s the architect. The library of archives are open to the people and they’ve built a new nation, sir. He lives in a house beside the library sir. Both are protected by Ushers. And a Declaration of Independence. 

And so it was. 

That a stranger came to the country and built The Gold Tower. And a new Country was formed. 

Because of Books. 

The content of the archive was recirculated with libraries in every community. 

You can still visit the Archives but you will always- like any good thing- have to seek it out.