The poet, editor and translator D.G. (Douglas Gordon) Jones has died. A resident of Quebec’s eastern townships, he was one of the few English-language poets of his generation visibly influenced by some of the Quebec poets that came before him, notably the late Anne Hebert, and more recently, influenced by more contemporary poets such as Steve McCaffery, Erin Moure and Stephanie Bolster, making him one of the rare Canadian poets that straddled with ease the line between modernism and post-modernism.
The author of the selected/collected poems The Stream Exposed with All its Stones (Montreal QC: Vehicule Press/Signal Editions, 2010) [see my review of such here], his earlier collections include Frost on the Sun (Contact Press, 1957), The Sun is Axeman (University of Toronto Press, 1961), Phrases From Orpheus (Oxford University Press, 1967), the Governor General’s Award-winning Under the Thunder the Flowers Light up the Earth (Coach House Press, 1977), A Throw of Particles (General Publishing, 1983), Balthazar and Other Poems (Coach House, 1988), The Floating Garden (Coach House, 1995), Wild Asterisks in Cloud (Empyreal Press, 1997) and Grounding Sight (Empyreal Press, 1999). An ‘essential poems’ volume has been in the works for some time, edited by Jim Johnstone for The Porcupine’s Quill, Inc.
See brief biographies for Jones at The Canadian Encyclopedia and Wikipedia. In 2007, he had a short selection of poems appear online at Jacket Magazine.
Donald Winkler (who also provided the photo, above), via facebook, provided this note received via the Translator’s Association:
The distinguished poet, D. G. Jones died peacefully on March 6th, 2016 after a short bout with pneumonia. A University of Sherbrooke professor emeritus, he was also a literary critic and translator. Twice, he received a Governor General's literary award and in 2008, he was made an “Officer of the Order of Canada” for his contributions to Canadian Literature.
He is survived by his wife Monique, his four children Stephen, Skyler, Tory and North, his stepson Nicolas, and his ten grandchildren. A private funeral service will be held.
In his latter years, Mr. Jones became a prolific and passionate computer artist, generating compelling works that were a unique combination of his artistic vision and poetry. This summer his family is planning a retrospective of his computer art in his beloved town of North Hatley, Quebec.
In his memory, contributions to the North Hatley Library would be appreciated (165 Main Street, North Hatley, QC, JOB 2C0).
His work has been a big influence on mine over the years, specifically my paper hotel (Broken Jaw Press, 2002), which included many of Jones’ cadences, predominantly lifted and adapted from my increasingly-tattered copy of Under the Thunder the Flowers Light up the Earth; a book that accompanied me on at least one if not two reading tours.
for cybele creery & jonathon wilcke (after jones
one mans apartment is anothers
home, we live in the house,
not the hallway, the neighbour
tells her two young girls
is not a chessboard, a country
not a destination in itself
or admit, its the choice
& whether sound has a colour,
or music, a presentable
how the text
& picture, overlay
blesst w/ a good ear
can still be guided
pornographers & poets enjoy
Later on, I composed a short piece triggered by his admission that he wasn’t going to attempt to write again until he’d prepared for the winter, directly lifting a line from one of his short letters, a poem that fell into my poetry collection name , an errant (Stride, 2006):
for doug jones
the poems will come, he says, once
the wood gets cut
he captures the hard, thin
by the backdoor
when the trees look like bones
a seasonal thing, what
pertains to the breath
not an accident of birth
once it can be seen, it can
finally be transcribed
I had been fortunate enough to produce a small chapbook of his poetry, standard pose (above/ground press, 2002), a chapbook we reprinted in Ground rules: the best of the second decade of above/ground press 2003-2013 (Chaudiere Books, 2013). Given he’d been sending me the occasional poem or two for the past half decade or so, I’d been attempting to convince him to allow me to produce a second chapbook; those queries were the only parts of my letters he never responded to. Despite that, I’d managed to include a new poem in the “Tuesday poem” series, and further new poems in two different issues of the small poetry journal Touch the Donkey: two poems in #3 (October 2014) and a single poem in #6 (July 2015). He declined to be interviewed.
the Mexican billionaire, or maybe
multibillionaire, Carlos Slim
has sold his majority holdings in some telecom
I was surprised
having just read his name
in Thomas Picketty’s book on Capitalism
in the 21st Century – no doubt
he’d discovered the gent in
reading Forbes magazine
– no doubt because
his government could not accuse him then of
– Picketty no doubt would include him
on a list of capitalists who should be
taxed quite highly
to reduce the inequality between the
upper & lower classes in
contemporary society –
I wouldn’t be surprised if Slim, reading Picketty,
just smiled . (Touch the Donkey #6)
I shall miss his occasional quick notes and accompanying poems and computer graphics; I shall miss his generosity.