by Åke Erlandsson “Thus it [the child] grew and developed into a thinking, sentient being with an inner world of poesy that no tyranny could extinguish. The lyrics of our wonderful poets became for me entrancing and consoling echoes of the spiritual world of feeling and thought.” Beatrice Cenci in Alfred Nobel’s tragedy Nemesis Introduction…

by Åke Erlandsson “A recluse without books and ink is already in life a dead man” – Alfred Nobel During his lifetime, Alfred Nobel was undoubtedly more renowned for his work as an inventor and industrialist than for his interests in the arts. However, to understand his versatility, his complex and at times contradictory nature,…

It is a lovely summer’s eve. I’ve left The crowded city’s busy haunts to breathe A purer air in the delicious place Where the deep solitude is seldom broken By distant steps, or sounds of human voice; For Vice holds here no Fair to tempt the crowd Who ever flock where Lewdness leads the way…

  Alas, Alas, the mirror’s retrospection Is all that time has left us of that age, And even that is but a faint reflection Of what is written on that beauteous page The history of childhood and of youth Ere sweetest day-dreams have been quenched by truth, If truth it be while that takes Minerva’s…

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