Life is not a game of chess
You say it’s easy, in the way a game of chess can be a choice of mate or draw, you pray for victory and to my shame. I wish for […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Fat cats
Fat cats, do you really care for anything but you? How people die? And you — have you ever seen how bare a wall of gold can be, how blue […]
Morphism of my moduli
Derive a morphism from the finite field, project it, come extract it. Let it dwell embedded in momentum of Euclidean space. Let us open manifolds, let curvatures, extend derivative of […]
Books and gardens
My garden is a library, my books are flowerbeds. When leafing through my books I find how flowers in my garden are like poems. A few are buds, in splash […]
How I remember birthdays
What I remember most about my birthdays, is how quickly I forget them. The last day of January in the southern part of Sweden is almost never white with snow, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 