Malcolm Lowry
@malcolmlowry.bsky.social
Novelist. Short-story writer. Poet. Alcoholic.
Eridanus
Eridanus
Pinned
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Happy November 3rd to all who celebrate, and to all who celebrate- mind how you go.
November 3, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Happy November 3rd to all who celebrate, and to all who celebrate- mind how you go.
Today is a special one for us, the "lunatic admirers" of Lowry (Firminists). I ask that you pause for a moment today, and reflect on that most special book, whose "quality is too rare to be successful".
November 1, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Today is a special one for us, the "lunatic admirers" of Lowry (Firminists). I ask that you pause for a moment today, and reflect on that most special book, whose "quality is too rare to be successful".
A sense of a shared, a mountain peace seemed to fall between them; it was false, it was a lie, but for a moment it was almost as though they were returning home from marketing in days past.
October 30, 2025 at 2:39 PM
A sense of a shared, a mountain peace seemed to fall between them; it was false, it was a lie, but for a moment it was almost as though they were returning home from marketing in days past.
1) “Ah, the harbour bells of Cambridge! Whose fountains in moonlight and closed courts and cloisters, whose enduring beauty in its virtuous remote self-assurance, seemed part,
October 28, 2025 at 3:57 PM
1) “Ah, the harbour bells of Cambridge! Whose fountains in moonlight and closed courts and cloisters, whose enduring beauty in its virtuous remote self-assurance, seemed part,
2) less of the loud mosaic of one’s stupid life there, though maintained perhaps by the countless deceitful memories of such lives, than the strange dream of some old monk, eight hundred years dead,
October 28, 2025 at 3:57 PM
2) less of the loud mosaic of one’s stupid life there, though maintained perhaps by the countless deceitful memories of such lives, than the strange dream of some old monk, eight hundred years dead,
3) whose forbidding house, reared upon piles and stakes driven into the marshy ground, had once shone like a beacon out of the mysterious silence, and solitude of the fens. A dream jealously guarded: Keep off the Grass. And yet whose unearthly beauty compelled one to say: God forgive me."
October 28, 2025 at 3:57 PM
3) whose forbidding house, reared upon piles and stakes driven into the marshy ground, had once shone like a beacon out of the mysterious silence, and solitude of the fens. A dream jealously guarded: Keep off the Grass. And yet whose unearthly beauty compelled one to say: God forgive me."
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Lowry Lounge returns this weekend, book your tickets today! 📖
Since 2009 we've been celebrating the life and work of local writer Malcolm Lowry, and this year's celebration will explore his early years spent in the Wirral.
Since 2009 we've been celebrating the life and work of local writer Malcolm Lowry, and this year's celebration will explore his early years spent in the Wirral.
October 27, 2025 at 1:02 PM
Lowry Lounge returns this weekend, book your tickets today! 📖
Since 2009 we've been celebrating the life and work of local writer Malcolm Lowry, and this year's celebration will explore his early years spent in the Wirral.
Since 2009 we've been celebrating the life and work of local writer Malcolm Lowry, and this year's celebration will explore his early years spent in the Wirral.
"Besides after a while one begins to feel, if the man can hold his liquor as well as that why shouldn't he drink?"
October 27, 2025 at 11:51 AM
"Besides after a while one begins to feel, if the man can hold his liquor as well as that why shouldn't he drink?"
[F]or some reason this simple fact appeared to make these two good people-for nearly all people are good who walk in parks-very happy again.
October 27, 2025 at 11:49 AM
[F]or some reason this simple fact appeared to make these two good people-for nearly all people are good who walk in parks-very happy again.
Windy shadows swept the pavement.
October 20, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Windy shadows swept the pavement.
"I have discovered one first rate author, an American, Julian Green, who writes in French, which is translated back again into English."
theamericanreader.com/19-september...
theamericanreader.com/19-september...
19 September (1931): Malcolm Lowry to Conrad Aiken | The American Reader
theamericanreader.com
October 2, 2025 at 2:11 PM
"I have discovered one first rate author, an American, Julian Green, who writes in French, which is translated back again into English."
theamericanreader.com/19-september...
theamericanreader.com/19-september...
...but still the old bandstand stands where no band stands.
October 2, 2025 at 2:09 PM
...but still the old bandstand stands where no band stands.
But my lord, Yvonne, surely you know by this time I can’t get drunk however much I drink.
September 25, 2025 at 11:41 AM
But my lord, Yvonne, surely you know by this time I can’t get drunk however much I drink.
Taken at "Lieben", Bowen Island. Left to right are Reg Watters (Canadian editor and anthologist), Malcolm, Margerie, and Earle Birney. July 1947.
Special Collections Library, UBC - BC 1614/25.
Special Collections Library, UBC - BC 1614/25.
September 19, 2025 at 12:21 PM
Taken at "Lieben", Bowen Island. Left to right are Reg Watters (Canadian editor and anthologist), Malcolm, Margerie, and Earle Birney. July 1947.
Special Collections Library, UBC - BC 1614/25.
Special Collections Library, UBC - BC 1614/25.
Everything that deceives may be said to enchant.
Plato, The Republic
Plato, The Republic
September 19, 2025 at 10:55 AM
Everything that deceives may be said to enchant.
Plato, The Republic
Plato, The Republic
How could he have thought so evil of the world when succor was at hand the whole time?
September 18, 2025 at 11:09 AM
How could he have thought so evil of the world when succor was at hand the whole time?
Rain - rain - rain here, Vancouver's Jubilee, and the city full of wild Indians.
Yours sincerely, Malcolm Lowry
Yours sincerely, Malcolm Lowry
September 17, 2025 at 10:35 AM
Rain - rain - rain here, Vancouver's Jubilee, and the city full of wild Indians.
Yours sincerely, Malcolm Lowry
Yours sincerely, Malcolm Lowry
September 15, 2025 at 12:33 PM
A documentary on Lowry that is not for the faint of spirit. Regardless, a must watch.
www.nfb.ca/film/volcano/
www.nfb.ca/film/volcano/
September 12, 2025 at 4:25 PM
A documentary on Lowry that is not for the faint of spirit. Regardless, a must watch.
www.nfb.ca/film/volcano/
www.nfb.ca/film/volcano/
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"Come amigo, throw away your mind," Dr. Vigil said behind him.
September 9, 2025 at 6:38 PM
"Come amigo, throw away your mind," Dr. Vigil said behind him.
Slightly to the right and below them, below the gigantic red evening, whose reflection bled away in the deserted swimming pools scattered everywhere like so many mirages, lay the peace and sweetness of the town.
September 8, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Slightly to the right and below them, below the gigantic red evening, whose reflection bled away in the deserted swimming pools scattered everywhere like so many mirages, lay the peace and sweetness of the town.
The spectators laughed and cheered, though Hugh, really indistinguishable from a Mexican now, looked serious, even grim. He leaned back, holding on determinedly, with feet splayed, heels knocking the sweaty flanks. The charros galloped across the arena.
September 4, 2025 at 1:29 PM
The spectators laughed and cheered, though Hugh, really indistinguishable from a Mexican now, looked serious, even grim. He leaned back, holding on determinedly, with feet splayed, heels knocking the sweaty flanks. The charros galloped across the arena.
I have lived only nineteen years and all of them more or less badly. --letter to Conrad Aiken, 1929.
September 3, 2025 at 11:41 AM
I have lived only nineteen years and all of them more or less badly. --letter to Conrad Aiken, 1929.
And it seemed to me that until I knew her I had lived my whole life in darkness.
September 2, 2025 at 12:34 PM
And it seemed to me that until I knew her I had lived my whole life in darkness.