Malcolm Lowry
Malcolm Lowry
Clarence Malcolm Lowrywas an English poet and novelist who is best known for his 1947 novel Under the Volcano, which was voted No. 11 in the Modern Library 100 Best Novels list...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 July 1909
compared others perhaps war
War is being declared tomorrow here so perhaps you can understand that I have been working under difficulties, but difficulties negligible compared with what others have to go through.
form
Mexico... is the most Christ-awful place in the world to be in any form of distress.
english-poet novel simply skip
The novel can be read simply as a story which you can skip if you want. It can be read as a story you will get more out of if you don't skip.
aftermath english-poet pain
Long for me as I for you, forgetting, what will be inevitable, the long black aftermath of pain.
guilt tragedy earth
Perhaps his tragedy is that he is the only normal writer left on earth -- and it is this that adds to his isolation and so too his so sense of guilt.
war flames littles
In the war to come correspondents would assume unheard of importance, plunging through flame to feed the public its little gobbets of dehydrated excrement.
thinking land names
No, my secrets are of the grave and must be kept. And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the name of this land is hell.
heart moon night
God, how pointless and empty the world is! Days filled with cheap and tarnished moments succeed each other, restless and haunted nights follow in bitter routine: the sun shines without brightness, and the moon rises without light. My heart has the taste of ashes, and my throat is tight and weary with weeping. What is a lost soul? It is one that has turned from its true path and is groping in the darkness of remembered ways—
men assassins convince
How shall the murdered man convince his assassin he will not haunt him.
thinking earth hell
Never think that by releasing me you will be free. You would only condemn us to an ultimate hell on earth. You would only free something else to destroy us both.
garden bird wire
The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as though the creatures were attached by sensitive wires to his nerves.
sex dying
How alike are the groans of love to those of the dying.
dog sleep night
The howling pariah dogs, the cocks that herald dawn all night, the drumming, the moaning that will be found later white plumage huddled on telegraph wires in back gardens or fowl roosting in apple trees, the eternal sorrow that never sleeps of great Mexico.
lonely hands light
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.