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June 30, 2007
In our current online survey, a significant percentage of Lens Culture readers are describing themselves as "Artist using photography" rather than "Photojournalist" or "Commercial Photographer" or other description. This bit of knowledge is quite interesting to me, especially since from the start, Lens Culture has intended to explore "photography and shared territories".
In that "shared territories" light, I was recently introduced to the work of a young artist who uses photography to document her wonderful and quirky ideas, installations and "uninvited collaborations with nature". Her name is Nina Katchadourian, and her elegant website is filled with intellectual whimsy and serious explorations of charts and systems, maps, language, translation, and confusing animals.
As a poetry lover and book collector, I was particularly attracted to an ongoing project that she started in 1993, called "Sorted Books". Like many of us, she likes to study what's on the bookshelves of her friends (and in the collections of specialty libraries). After perusing the offerings, she then selects and sorts a grouping of books whose titles on their spines spell out a poem or philosophical query. The results are funny. They provide insight into the mind of the artist, and they also provide a very filtered view of the person who owns the books.

Akron Stacks from the Sorted Books project, C-prints, each 12.5 x 19 inches, 2001
Copyright Nina Katchadourian
So, looking up at my own bookcase, this musing came along, thanks to inspiration from Katchadourian:

What remains, sleeping by the Mississippi?, 2007, Jim Casper
What's waiting to be decoded on your bookshelf?

a hungry heart, propoganda and dreams, social graces, signs and relics, sleeping by the mississippi. What remains?
wow, that´s actually a quite nice idea...as i´m also very interested in poetry and photography i like the way those are connected in a very creative way...thanks for the post!
Strong and sober times of old
Walking, creeping towards inner time
Small cravings across the land
Wondering, thinking till time has come
Feelings amongst those of old
Haunted now and structured future
Scent of ranched tyranny
Fill the air
Touch of gold left behind
Growing pains and slender bliss
Crying lower beneath the skin
Tears pouring, listening to all was done
Nothing comes or goes
Nothing seems to change
All is still the same
by Gary R. Hess