Being taught to read
He who can, Does, He who cannot, Teaches.George Bernard Shaw The aged librariancater for the books to rememberthe teachers from his youthwho taught him to quell his curiositywith encyclopedic text […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 