Like a river
The pages of a new book, still unread, is like a river, tentative at first. The aged librarian never reads the blurb but lingers on the foreword he’s basking with […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Let this be my manifesto
My future is to walk the aisles of libraries. To follow and to lead, to search in ancient scrolls and books not printed yet. My future is to write my […]
Doors behind doors
The library is vast and it’s been said that there are doors that open into doors to rooms and halls where shelves are filled with books and scrolls. Where you […]
Encyclopedia
You might still find him, a hermit hiding, in the philosophy section, sipping syllables and tea. He’s brimming with answers but lacks the matching questions. But if you ask him […]
Illiteracy
The library has borders, books are fenced defence, defiance and his shelter. Sentences are bulwark, sentinels against the ignorance of those not yet enlightened. He believes in castles swords protecting […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 