A San Francisco Chronicle Best Book of 2012
Lew Welch was a brilliant and troubled poet, legendary among his Beat
peers. Ring of Bone collects poems, songs and even a few drawings,
documenting the full sweep of his creative output, from his early years
until just before his death. This new edition includes a biographic
timeline and a statement of poetics gleaned from Welch's own writing.
Welch entered Reed College in 1948, and the following year moved into a
house with Gary Snyder; they were soon joined by Philip Whalen. With the
emergence of the Beat movement, Welch's friends began receiving national
attention and his desire to devote himself completely to his poetry was
galvanized. He soon became a part of the San Francisco poetry scene.
Legendary editor Donald Allen included Welch's poetry in *The New
American Poetry--*the seminal anthology published in 1960. That same
year Welch's first book, Wobbly Rock, was released. He continued to
write extensively, and in 1965 published three books. Despite his
burgeoning success, Welch suffered from bouts with depression, and on
May 23, 1971, Gary Snyder went up to Welch's campsite in the Sierra
Nevada mountains and found a suicide note. Despite an extensive search,
Welch's body was never recovered.
Lew Welch writes lyrical poems of clarity, humor, and dark probings . .
. jazz musical phrasings of American speech is one of Welch's clearest
contributions.--Gary Snyder
. . . Music permeates his poems, which range from scored lyrics to
epistolary correspondence to formal villanelles... It's fascinating to
trace the evolution of this artist, from his early, lax, exultant style
to his later, less jubilant work, characterized by benedictions,
invocations, and requests. This is a necessary read for anyone
interested in the greater Beat movement and its progenitors.--Booklist
His luminous poems feel as vibrant today as when they first burst from
the wellsprings of creativity in his own head. . . . A postmodern Walt
Whitman . . . --San Francisco Chronicle
In the poet's own words, [Ring of Bone] is a spiritual autobiography
. . . no better description of him exists than that which came in his
own vision, deep in the wilds of the Klamath Mountains, the poem after
which the collection is titled. . . . These 40 years later, Lew, you are
missed.--The Rumpus
Ring of Bone: Collected Poems is Welch's major work. Exuberant, funny,
dark, hypnotic, Welch's poems are as infused with nature as [Gary]
Snyder's and as spiritually alive as [Philip] Whalen's. They're
technically brilliant, grounded in form and wildly experimental. . . .
--The Oregonion
