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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 […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
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 […]
He is library
His library is ripe with voices; within each book there are calls for action; calls to wait; commands for war and pleas for peace. Never silent (resilient) books are pain […]
Caesura and a sigh
The aged librarian is the caesura in a reading when we still are silent, waiting to applaud. We glance sideways, shuffle feet, explore the lint on threadbare cloth. And we […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 