The devoted monk of Atlantis
The zealous crowd arrived, ten minutes to midnight to burn the scrolls they blamed for rising tides, for brine and water flooding lower levels of Atlantis. The librarian tried in […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Learning from students
In the recess deep in his chest he carries not the words of librarians passed, but the tantrums of toddlers, his childhood; In the folds of his bathrobe; not hidden […]
The aged librarian’s advice
Treat every book with care, between its pages rests: a universe a sacred crypt a piece of you and everyone a place to meet or be alone. Enter every book […]
Housekeeper of dust and rain
Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence Jorge Luis Borges The aged librarian sees scent in calm, palms it in his notebook; is the mouse — housekeeper of dust […]
Sepia
He dreams in sepia — Like every book is one in many, stories merging; flow of water under bridges, glow of past: she is woman, mother, girl — His past […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 