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Introduction

BIOGRAPHICAL  SKETCH


There is little reliable information about the life of Charles B. Jones before the age of 12 years old. What there is is anecdotal and specious. 

His father was a prodigious reader and autodidact.

When asked what the B. stood for, his father was reticent and sphinx like. You might as well ask B. Traven was his rote response. Later in life, close friends took the B. to stand for “Bones” or “Bonesy” due to the idiosyncratic fact that Jones signed all of his art as “B. Jones.” 

The reasons for this are manifold. 

What is known is he was born on 5 August 1945 at 8:15 in the morning in Little Hope, Texas.

His father was Hulen Melville Jones and his mother was Maddie White Jones?

The birth was uncomplicated, assisted by a midwife in the Jones small cabin homestead.

His father, being a learned man, distrusted the education his son might receive in the rural East Texas schools. Jones was homeschooled until the age of 13.

Although Charles showed no extraordinary aptitudes as a boy, his father educated him according to a program promoted by the parents of the American prodigy, William James Sidis. 

Sidis's parents believed in nurturing a precocious and fearless love of knowledge, for which they were criticized.[citation needed] Sidis could read The New York Times at 18 months.[8] By age eight, he had reportedly taught himself eight languages (Latin, Greek, French, Russian, German, Hebrew, Turkish, and Armenian) and invented another, which he called Vendergood.

At 12 he applied for admission to Steiner College in Tyler. He was given a series of examinations, all of which he scored well on. On the basis of these exams, he was admitted to Steiner college in the Spring Semester of 1959. 

His father chose Steiner College because it offered a rigorous Liberal Arts curriculum 

and allowed Charles to pursue a self-directed course of study. The the unusual nature of his course of study is reflected in his areas of study: Legerdaemonic Epistemology and Allegorical Cetology.

The professors were content to go along. Jones was by all accounts a brilliant student. 

It was at Steiner where he first exhibited his unique obsession with bones. 

He personally referred to Steiner as the College of Ontological Osteology.

One professor [citation needed] claimed, “Most of us, even the brightest amongst us, had no idea what Jones was talking about most of the time - even though he was so young. He was very much a big fish in a small pond. We all thought he was destined for great things.”



Charles thrived at Steiner and often spoke of the years he attended as some of the best of his life. 

After being graduated from Steiner College, Charles traveled the Monastery of the Desert where he became deeply involved with the local community

living for years in an intentional artist community near Abiquiu with a woman only known as Sor Juana.

participated in the local Penitente community

- Oxford University: He then briefly attended the University of Oxford, but left after a dispute with one of the Dons over the Nature of the Hesychast Controversy.

Nahuas of La Huasteca, near Aquismon

He traveled to Mexico in 1964 and lived with the Nahuas of La Huasteca, near the small agraian village of Aquismon. He conducted ethnobotanical research on entheogenic plants native to the region, traveling often to El Tajin, where he helped to uncover the Codex of Little Hope. 


From 1965 until 1972 he lived in an intentional art colony north of Abiquiu, New Mexico, working as a abstract painter and a poet, receiving some money from his family. There, he carried out anthropological research with the Penetintes and was involved in several controversial crucifixions.

Sor Juana died / disappeared [??? mystery ] on 1 Novemeber 1972. 



In 1973, he traveled to Mt. Athos in Greece where he studied the teachings of Theophan the Recluse under the guidance of Archimandrite George, Abbot of Holy Monastery of St. Gregorious.


He returned to the United States in 1983, settling in Austin, Texas, operating a small bookstore near the University for many years.







Just after the first of the year of 2005, Jones was struck by a car while riding his bike home one night. He suffered extensive head injuries. Shortly after, he began to experience selective retrograde amnesia and a progressive anomic aphasia (grammatic, but empty, speech). In October of that year, realizing he did not have long to live, he asked me to assist him in the journey back to his “spiritual home.” 

He died beside the fire under the full moon of November 15th in the hills above the Chama River in New Mexico, not far from the Monastery of Christ in the Desert. His last words were: “In the end, these bones...” - as fitting an epitaph, at least to my mind, as any Japanese Death poem.

I knew Jones for almost 20 years. No one has had a greater influence upon my life. As much as he prepared me over the years for “the day the bones step out of the skin,” it still shocks and saddens me in every hour to realize that he is no more. The absence of his burning presence will haunt me for the rest of my days.






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Charles “Bonesy” Jones (August 6, 1945 to November 15, 2005) was an American graphic artist, writer and poet. Reputedly born in Little Hope, Texas, much of his early life is shrouded in mystery and misinformation.

In 1962, Jones was graduated summa cum laude from the Steiner College of Ontological Osteology where he studied Legerdaemonic Epistemology and Allegorical Cetology. He then briefly attended the University of Oxford, but left after a dispute with one of the Dons over the Nature of the Hesychast Controversy. From 1965 until 1972 he lived in an intentional art colony north of Abiquiu, New Mexico, working as a abstract painter and a poet, receiving some money from his family. There, he carried out anthropological research with the Penetintes and was involved in several controversial crucifixions. In 1973, he traveled to Mt. Athos in Greece where he studied the teachings of Theophan the Recluse under the guidance of Archimandrite George, Abbot of Holy Monastery of St. Gregorious. He returned to the United States in 1983, settling in Austin, Texas, operating a small bookstore near the University for many years.

Just after the first of the year of 2005, Jones was struck by a car while riding his bike home one night. He suffered extensive head injuries. Shortly after, he began to experience selective retrograde amnesia and a progressive anomic aphasia (grammatic, but empty, speech). In October of that year, realizing he did not have long to live, he asked me to assist him in the journey back to his “spiritual home.” 

He died beside the fire under the full moon of November 15th in the hills above the Chama River in New Mexico, not far from the Monastery of Christ in the Desert. His last words were: “In the end, these bones...” - as fitting an epitaph, at least to my mind, as any Japanese Death poem.

I knew Jones for almost 20 years. No one has had a greater influence upon my life. As much as he prepared me over the years for “the day the bones step out of the skin,” it still shocks and saddens me in every hour to realize that he is no more. The absence of his burning presence will haunt me for the rest of my days.


Legal Notice


Due to ongoing litigation between myself [Scot Casey] and the estate of Charles “Bonesy” Jones [Nora Boney, executrix], EST Case #19620319 TX, Boney v. Casey, I am hereby required to state that I am not in any way, shape or form representing any work from the Non-Digital Archives from the Estate of Charles “Bonesy” Jones - with the exception of Article #130N35 and the previously defined, “Desert Journals.”

It was the expressed will of Mr. Jones that the Digital Archive is under my custodianship and that I have full right to display and/or present any work from this archive in any manner that I see fit.


Biographical Note updated

Charles “Bonesy” Jones (August 6, 1945 to November 15, 2005) was an American graphic artist, writer and poet. Reputedly born in Little Hope, Texas, much of his early life is shrouded in mystery and misinformation. 

In 1962, Jones was graduated summa cum laude from the Steiner College of Ontological Osteology where he studied Legerdaemonic Epistemology and Allegorical Cetology. He then briefly attended the University of Oxford, but left after a dispute with one of the Dons over the Nature of the Hesychast Controversy. 

He traveled to Mexico in 1964 and lived with the Nahuas of La Huasteca, near the small agraian village of Aquismon. He conducted ethnobotanical research on entheogenic plants native to the region, traveling often to El Tajin, where he helped to uncover the Codex of Little Hope. 

From 1965 until 1972 he lived in an international art colony north of Abiquiu, New Mexico, working as a surrealist painter and poet, receiving some money from his family. There, he carried out anthropological research with the Penetintes and was involved in several controversial crucifixions. 

In 1973, he traveled to Mt. Athos in Greece where he studied the teachings of Theophan the Recluse under the guidance of Archimandrite George, Abbot of Holy Monastery of St. Gregorious. 

He returned to the United States in 1983, settling in Austin, Texas, operating a small bookstore near the University for many years.

Just after the first of the year of 2005, Jones was struck by a car while riding his bicycle home one night. He suffered extensive head injuries. Shortly after, he began to experience selective retrograde amnesia and a progressive anomic aphasia (grammatic, but empty, speech). In October of that year, realizing he did not have long to live, he asked me to assist him in the journey back to his “spiritual home.” He died beside the fire under the full moon of November 15th in the hills above the Chama River in New Mexico, not far from the Monastery of Christ in the Desert. His last words were: “In the end, these bones...” - as fitting an epitaph, at least to my mind, as any Japanese Death poem.

I knew Jones for almost 20 years. No one has had a greater influence upon my life. As much as he prepared me over the years for “the day the bones step out of the skin,” it still shocks and saddens me in every hour to realize that he is no more. The absence of his burning presence will haunt me for the rest of my days.


Legal Notice updated

Due to ongoing litigation between myself [Scot Casey] and the estate of Charles “Bonesy” Jones [Nora Boney, executrix], EST Case #19620319 TX, Boney v. Casey, I am hereby required to state that I am not in any way, shape or form representing any work from the Non-Digital 
Archives from the Estate of Charles “Bonesy” Jones.

It was the expressed will of Mr. Jones that the Digital Archive is under my custodianship and that I have full right to display and/or present any work from this archive in any manner that I see fit.