Wilted chaos
In the bottom drawer of his desk he keepshis pieces, parts,,and scribbled shorthandnotes and fragments,pebble-thoughts and pearls They are clamped togetherwith infernal shopping listsfor celebratory dinnersonce eaten by his deskin […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Asylum
In absence of mirrors imposedby conventions of beautyor personal gracethe aged librarian stillcan see himself as a shadowan apparition or ghostslowly shiftingin his private listof books(both toxic and benign)or as […]
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 