Doodles in dust
He talks with the shelves, as iftheir shadows would brighten to gold; he mumbles in meter,enchantments, entrapping, from ink, the ghosts from its tomes,scholars deceased, the poets of unwritten verse, […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Blast the halls
The library can not provide a useful thoughtWe seek structures, process, target, goal.Maze be damned, your books are naughtbut dreams, let numbers rule & take control.So burn its books, and […]
The gift not taken
Beware, when entering, pebble your path,do not wander or rebel by mind-drifting intovolumes or tomes. Beware, do not listento the soft tongue of the tempter, the keeperof keys, the ancient […]
Seduced by words
Long ago he was young and greenstill uncorrupted by these scrollsuntouched by wisdom, words not seenhe swirled with music uncontrolledhe walked in scent of bloom and girlsand gazed for dreams […]
Written in marble at the entrance to the library we call the world.
You can check-out any time you like, but you can never leave!Hotel California, The Eagles Traveller, pilgrim beware,many who have enteredhave forever been lost,to the taste of a tomeburied in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 