The librarian’s apprentice
The new apprentice — zephyr-torn with tresses tied and apple-cheeks to mask her scowl — tall she strode in polished patent-leather brogues seeking for the syllables to steal and stitch […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Still life in the library
The aged librarian can not survive on syllables who are bled in ink to sentences alone. He cannot live on pulp providing sustenance in wasted books; but the aged librarian […]
Library silence
The library sometimes pretends it’s water and ocean, with tempestuous phrases pouring from pages forming rivers, wrestling with wobble of waves in the turbulent bay, where the lighthouse is darker […]
Library Laws
From each librarian to his successor, the laws have to be repeated, endlessly repeated itemized and memorized and from every generation into next the laws are inked to memory and […]
Never alone
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite andperhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries – Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel Another day faded as […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 