What the visitor was told
You passed me — a shipin search of shore and harboror as the gentle windturning pagesof my encyclopedia —changing it from sage to sinner. Seeker — I know your dreams,how […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Victorious caged
Cagedin his solitude, moonless and lostthe ancient librarian dawdlesthrough dustof interchangeablehexagon chambersfor the last apparition of truthleft in the pulp-fiction-platitudeslost in the wakeof righteous book-burning youths,claiming that knowledge is onlythe […]
Unwashed jokes
Some nights the aged librarianwill leave his library aloneto meet his mistress inthe cheap motel across the road,those nights he letsthe moon sojournalone and by herself ; and as she […]
Symbiosis
The dusk arrives as a hesitant guest,as an April sigh in May, stirring updust between Kant and Shopenhauer.The aged librarian sneaks slowlythrough the corridors telling gueststo leave before they turn […]
No Thieves in the library at night
At dusk the librarian anticipates the nightand gets ready to to close the doors;he walks the halls, making surethat every visitor and thief have left,and as shadows travel in his […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 