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David DONNELL Obituary

DAVID DONNELL Master poet and dedicated teacher, lived and wrote most of his life in the Annex area of Toronto. He was born in St. Mary's, Ontario in 1939, but after a few years in Galt (now part of Cambridge), where his family had century-old roots, he and his parents moved to Toronto, where his literary career began. David's early years in Toronto saw him involved with the League for Socialist Action, working along with the NDP. He worked for the City of Toronto Department of Roads and Traffic, wrote reviews for Canadian Art, and by 1970 his poetry and writings were widely anthologized in Canada and the USA. All through his life, David played an active role in important Toronto cultural events and gatherings. The year he published his first book, Poems, 1961, David also managed Thursday evening readings at the Old Bohemian Embassy, a gathering place for poets such as Gwendolyn MacEwen, Margaret Atwood and Joe Rosenblatt, some of David's friends and peers. The Idler Pub on Davenport Road was another popular venue where David often read his poetry, and his songs were performed at Toronto bars and at the Music Gallery. For many years David was an active member of the Canadian League of Poets; he published both poems and reviews in journals such as Tamarack Review, Exile, Toronto Life, CVII, English Quarterly, The Montreal Gazette, Maclean's, The Windsor Star, and Books In Canada. Among his awards were the Governor General's Award for Poetry in 1983, for Settlements; the Today Canadian Comic Poem Award in 1981 (In Praise of Rutabagas) and the City of Toronto Book Award with China Blues, 1992. As an instructor at the University of Toronto School for Continuing Studies, York University, Bishop's University, Humber College and Ryerson University, David taught, encouraged, and supported his students to write and publish to their best abilities. In 2010, he donated many of those papers to the U of T's Thomas Fisher Rare Books Library. He also took poetry on tour as poet-in-residence, giving readings and workshops across Canada at universities, colleges, high schools, libraries, and art galleries. In his last years, David struggled with debilitating illness, yet remained positive in outlook and always passionate about Canadian poets and poetry. His poetry is accessible, pulsing with the realities of home, street and working life. And although David was, par excellence, an urban poet, he also immortalized the characters of his small-town boyhood. Finally, David makes us laugh when we might least expect to! His last book, Watermelon Kindness, contains the poem 'Jaffa Oranges Are Sweet', in which David weaves together his own family memories with a bucket list, references to contemporary sexual politics, and cultural commentary-all tinged with the gnawing sense of self-doubt we feel at times. It ends with a poignant picture of the 'city boy' against a backdrop of urban development: "…The cranes are flying & I'm eating strawberry cheesecake/at a little diner called Billy's and I think confidence is just/ a question of what you've had for breakfast." Chapeaux bas, David Donnell! A million thanks for your legacy of loving works! David is survived by his great friend Michelle Jennings, his sister, Nancy Kennedy of Cleveland, OH; three nieces and nephews: Sarah Gyorki of Cleveland, Matthew Kennedy of Vallejo, CA and Simon Kennedy of Boston, MA, and by two great-nephews and two great-nieces, one of whom is also a poet. Please send any donations in memoriam to The Canadian Writers' Foundation at: www.canadianwritersfoundation.org Online condolences can be made at www.rosar-morrison.com

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Published by The Globe and Mail from May 30 to Jun. 3, 2020.

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Rebecca Schwarz Papucaru

October 7, 2024

David was one of my first poetry teachers at the University of Toronto, and we became friends outside of the classroom. He was supportive and encouraging, a wonderful teacher, and he charmed everyone, including my mother, who he spoke to once, and memorably, over the phone. I still remember attending one of his readings, which he began by declaring, "Subways confuse me", followed by "not a poem, they just do." I loved and admired his humour and his work, and following the twists and turns of his mind in his poems. One bit of poetry-writing advice he gave has stayed with me, and feels appropriate now: always leave them wanting more.

Len Gasparini

September 3, 2020

I first met David in the late 1970s. We did a few readings together and sometimes dined together. I'll remember him standing on the corner of St. George and Bloor with an unlit cigarette in his mouth; he was trying to quit, but I'd always tempt him with my cigarette lighter if I happened by. He was quite a character, and I will miss him.

David Donnell reading at Café Blancmange in Toronto 1995 or '96 (photo by S. Venright; Torpor Vigil Readings archive)

Steve Venright

June 18, 2020

David Donnell was a true original. I think that Paul Dutton’s reference to his “booming voice” and “resounding laugh” evokes him well. Both the voice and the laugh were rich with a warmth and intelligence all his own.



My fondest memory of knowing David is from the time he’d agreed to participate in a Scream in High Park festival event that Nadia Halim and I organized in 2007: Poets in Their Natural Habitat. The first stop on this literary walking tour was up the old wooden steps of Coach House Books and into a room where we were fortunate enough to stumble upon “the David Donnell” sequestered among books and reading away—a characteristic trait of that rare species. Fortunately for us poet-watchers he happened to be reading aloud, and from one of his own brilliant collections. It was a wonderful moment for all in attendance, and a vivid expression of good spirit by a man whose literary presence and friendship will be missed by many.



I didn’t spend much one-to-one time with him—we never quite managed to get together for that late-night diner outing we’d planned on—but David and his work made a deep impression on me, and I too will miss him dearly.

Gerry Shikatani

June 14, 2020

I met David in the 70's at a time I was entering the local Toronto poetry scene in the heart of the inner city where I'd grown up. I went to readings where I'd hear David, Raymond Souster, Gwen MacEwen, Dennis Lee and Joe Rosenblatt. Joe was from the area of Spadina Ave. and College St. like I was and good friends with David who had become an ubiquitous Spadina adoptee. Over the years, we'd regularly cross paths on the street and we'd chat and coffee then or at a pre-arranged time perhaps with breakfast. We had common interests - music, food, sports and David had his opinions, but was an equally curious listener. His engagement with the world around inspired a clarity in a sharply honed and unique voice, but his poetic tastes spanned a spectrum declamatory, lyrical, visual and sound poetry. He'd be there for readings by Mary di Michele, the late Per Giorgio di Cicco and the performances of The Four Horsemen and Owen Sound. His apartment near St.George and Bloor in the Annex (neighbourhood) was steps from that of his old friend Gwen MacEwen. David has left his inimitable mark on Canadian culture, and today I hold a clear image him of when we last met and spoke: on Bloor at St. George truly home to a prolific poetic life lived.

Dutton & Donnell @ Coach House's 2009 Wayzgoose (Photo: Don McLeod

Paul Dutton

June 5, 2020

I knew Dave from the early 1970s on. He was a fine poet, reviewer, essayist, and all-round littérateur, whose company I enjoyed in multiple literary contextsreadings, fêtes, book launches, festivalsand over an intimate beer now and then. I'll miss his booming voice and his resounding laugh.

Paul Dutton

June 5, 2020

I knew Dave since the early 1970s, socializing with him often in both chance and prearranged encounters, in various literary contexts, and over a beer now and then. Our shared enthusiasms were literature and music. In later years, he welcomed my recommendation of a trusted chiropractor, whose office became a point of contact where we'd spend a bit of time catching up with each other. The attached photo was taken by Don McLeod at the 2009 Coach House Books & Coach House Printing Wayzgoose.

Diane Palm

June 4, 2020

I knew David in the early '80s. David was a very talented poet and wrote from a unique perspective. I drove him to Alliston for his stint as 'Writer-in-residence'. I recall his love of doing detailed 'reviews', whether for a movie or a restaurant experience. He would have fared well as a food critique.

Hans Jewinski

June 4, 2020

DAVID DONNELL
the years have rounded smooth
like rocks worn by the waters
until sand and its sparkling
disorder are what is left to us.
yes, at times the waters bruised
and pounded us while they chafed
and polished everything so minutely
we didn't notice what was happening.
we were grittier in our time
and fought the waters to a stand
-still, and worked the waters
to scrub that which we held
and wanted smooth as glass, gleaming
in the flowing, yet orderly coursing.

Douglas Donegani

May 30, 2020

David was a long time good friend to me. I used to visit him at his apartment and we, of course, talked on the phone.

We were both part of the same cultural scene and I enjoyed attending his book launches. David was an exceptionally knowledgeable person and I enjoyed his mind by much.

Karen Shenfeld

May 30, 2020

To hear David Donnell read his poetry was to go on a rambling adventure with many an entertaining side trip. David would talk to his audience, riffing on a variety of topics -- which often included lists of his favourite Bloor Street bakeries, restaurants, and dishes. Then he'd seamlessly slide into one of his poems, so that you didn't know when his monologue had ended and when his plain-spoken, conversational poem had begun. During the late 80s and 90s, he was a treasured guest at my annual New Year's Eve party. I'll miss you, David.

Gianna Patriarca

May 30, 2020

in the late 70's David and Giorgio Di Cicco spent time together and I was the third wheel....i loved listening to their conversations on poetry...i cooked a dish Dave had not eaten before, salted cod in tomato sauce, onions and raisins and Dave loved it! He had a great sense of humor an appetite, and a voice to envy. Rest well Dave, Giorgio is waiting. Gianna Patriarca

Michelle Jennings

May 30, 2020

I first encountered David around 1998 through the sound of his voice on my husband's CD 'Earthtime'. The poem he read was called 'July Light'. The voice was so remarkable that I was entranced and besides, July is my birthday month. I used to bump into David shopping at the Galleria or Metro on Bloor Street. Even though he hardly knew me, he would take time to chat and listen-always a most pleasant surprise meeting. In the last two years he became a close friend who, although failing in health, would continue to cheer me up and give good counsel when I needed it. His presence to each moment is missed.

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