Illusion of enlightenment
Embraced by boughsa clearing is his cave,a cavity of viewpoints,windows both to creedsand devastating dogma,in the forest, thoughtsfind refuge in his home; embraced by booksthe aged librarian sendsroots into the […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Finding the forest
The library is eternallimitless withchambers followed by chambers,halls and corridorsand rooms within roomswith no distinguishable symmetry. From the robed librariansshuffling gently between shelves,a collective mutter can be heardfrom tirades, pleas, […]
Poet’s passing
Fingers tracingmoon-words, seeing sensein star-song,in the nebulae, ink-spilled ontovellum, parchment, onto paper;and as silence settles,he listens for the voiceof a poet’s passinginto darknessmoving pages past his handsinto dreams, as he […]
Between the shelves
Between the shelvesin a golden afternoonhe dwells,the aged aged manand lost librarian,no longer eye-candybut still my fancy‘cause he knows the questionsto pair with allmy answers,carefully collected,obstinately carriedto his spotbetween the […]
Library riddle
His library, riddle and mazeislands in hazerisk is on youHere is my clue: Enter, remain here foreveryou can neverskygaze again;as in your brain sentences, serpents expandingnotwithstandingyour resistanceno existence Today Grace […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 