Saved by books below
They claimed that books were obsolete, a strainto keep, a home for spiders, dust and moldwe trusted traces, texts in clouds, not drain of ink on paper from the days […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Scribbled in the Snow
It shines in the garden,in the white foliage of the chestnut tree,in the brim of my father’s hatas he walks on the gravel.Mark Strand, The Garden Midday today, it started […]
Memento Mori
A letter found on the aged librarian’s desk after he disappeared into the deeper levels of the library Dear young visitorwhoever you will be, bright-eyed, blue or notwhen you read […]
The past at present
The past projects itselfinto the present,into politics and policiesinto divisionand democracy’s decaydistorted and changedlike the rippled reflectionsof grazing creatures I passedthe last day of summer. The past presents itselfto the […]
Open the books
The weight of the wordsin the library winonly and only when readwhen spread on the streetsfor living and dead. But when the wordsbend for the swords of the mighty.when burning […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 