Lew Welch
Born
in Phoenix, Arizona, The United States
August 16, 1926
Died
May 23, 1971
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Ring of Bone: Collected Poems, 1950-1971
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published
1973
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8 editions
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Selected Poems
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published
1976
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3 editions
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How I Work as a Poet and Other Essays
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published
1973
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7 editions
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How I Read Gertrude Stein
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published
1995
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4 editions
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I Remain: The Letters of Lew Welch and the Correspondence of His Friends, Vol. 1: 1949-1960
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published
1980
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3 editions
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I, Leo
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published
1977
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Hermit Poems
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published
1965
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6 editions
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I Remain, Vol. 2: 1960-1971
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published
1980
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3 editions
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I Remain: The Letters of Lew Welch
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On Out
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published
1965
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2 editions
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“I am a Beginner. What the others are I don't really know. All I know is I am wiped out every six months or so. I die. I have died hundreds and hundreds of times. It is always the same death. I do not know what dies. Why must I always begin again and again – always the same high hopes, the identical death?”
― I, Leo
― I, Leo
“Living is made up of these little things - a day to day business punctuated with things seen, seen best when we weren't looking for them, or things that just happened to us while we were walking "dully along" and that we ought to notice these things. It is very easy to bandage the eyes and tell everyone that life is dull. But I am called odd by these people because I really don't think so. I try to make the day have a THING in it, and it usually does whether I try or not. And that makes the day. Period. But I am purposeless.
I am talking of this far too seriously, but it rather hurts when I think that I was once very vulnerable to the charges that come my way. I have tried so damned hard to put a thing as simply as it appeared to me, and tried too damned hard not to let myself blow up a simple happening into a symbol of unrequited love but to leave it as it is. shit.”
― I Remain: The Letters of Lew Welch and the Correspondence of His Friends, Vol. 1: 1949-1960
I am talking of this far too seriously, but it rather hurts when I think that I was once very vulnerable to the charges that come my way. I have tried so damned hard to put a thing as simply as it appeared to me, and tried too damned hard not to let myself blow up a simple happening into a symbol of unrequited love but to leave it as it is. shit.”
― I Remain: The Letters of Lew Welch and the Correspondence of His Friends, Vol. 1: 1949-1960
“Christ, will I ever find someone who is not crying inside?”
― I Remain: The Letters of Lew Welch and the Correspondence of His Friends, Vol. 1: 1949-1960
― I Remain: The Letters of Lew Welch and the Correspondence of His Friends, Vol. 1: 1949-1960


















