Malcolm Lowry’s Letters
Malcolm Lowry’s letters interest me more than his fiction (I don’t have this edition linked here, I have an earlier one). I’m not sure why that is, but hey, it’s just how it is. Here’s one of them:
Albert the Good,
Sorry I haven’t written.
Maybe I am a bit beraugereshimmer.
I don’t eat my food and in my bed I have geshitten,
Anyhow, I am living here.
In a comparitive state of mundial fear-
Also, give my love to my dear Twinbad the bailer
I mean dear Frank Taylor.
This is written on the night of April 18th
Anyway or the other, there is no rhyme
Unless you can think of one above.
P.S. We encountered a cyclone–four ships lost
Somewhat tempest tossed.
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