A librarian’s name
It was a bright and sunny day when he first entered the library; he had a name that wasn’t borrowed from the books. His name was given and told of […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
The library remains insane
When first entering the library, with your shadow darkly following behind, you walk up to the counter and ask the aged librarian (who’s wise to understand to understand carved in […]
eight one one
A room without books is like a body without a soul. Cicero The aged librarian have ceased to shave — his beard’s another shade of grey and when he walks […]
Ghosts of poets lost
His books are ghosts of poets lost the aged librarian is not alone at night when moonlight kisses frost on papers, words grow blood and bone of authors that he […]
Dewey decimal
The aged librarian sometimes uses hands to scribble signs on book-spines to dewey decimal the manuals and catalog the book of psalms Sometimes he will sweep the floors or dust […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 