Malcolm Lowry

An ode to a book and its writer..

Editor's note: If you so inclined, please join the Malcom Lowry account on the move to Bluesky. That's where I am to be found going forward. It does make me sad to walk away from Twitter after nearly 15 years, but I've recognized it's now time. bsky.app/profile/malcol…

High overhead sailed white sculpturings of clouds, like billowing concepts in the brain of Michelangelo.

Prelude to Another Drink biblioklept.org/2013/10/25/p…

Malcolm Lowry @ the 19th Hole. Revisiting Ken Lum's "From Shangri-la to Shangri-La". malcolmlowryatthe19thhole.bl…

But it's amazing when you come to think of it how the human spirit seems to blossom in the shadow of the abattoir!

It came sailing out of nowhere, the child's funeral...

A logger once told me that if you set fire to your mittens and throw them at a mountain lion that would take effect, and I know that bears are often very susceptible to human laughter.

How swiftly, and on more levels than one, could a man's circumstance change.

There was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly drunken, of the Consul himself, the Greek e’s, the flying buttresses of d’s, the t’s like lonely wayside crosses save where they crucified an entire word.

Christmas 1949 "We once observed two ravens mating upon a Friday the thirteenth, with no ill effects"

Both advertisements...were illuminated by neon lights against which the raindrops seemed to hang, large, luminous, and menacing.

The wireless operator praying lonely in the church: and I too, am he. everseradio.com/delirium-ver…

J'adoube... Yes, I agree. Out with the parentheses.

Two ragged Indians were approaching M. Laruelle through the dust; they were arguing, but with the profound concentration of university professors wandering in summer twilight through the Sorbonne.

The poor old creature seemed now indeed like someone being drawn, lured, into events of which he has no real comprehension, by people with whom he wishes to be friendly... because they really despise and desire to humiliate him, he is finally entangled.

He watched the clouds: dark swift horses surging up the sky. A black storm breaking out of its season! That was what love was like, he thought; love which came too late.