This week I discovered, via a thriftshop monograph, the photographer Constantine Manos:
His work reminds me of Garry Winogrand and William Eggleston–that whole photographic movement that made chaotic scenes magically and fleetingly coalesce. It’s a sensibility that I’ve tried, consciously or not, to reproduce in poetry sometimes. It seems like a form of visual sampling, where elements from different sources jangle against each other, but then it’s just a camera pointed at a complete piece of the disjointed world.
There is a slideshow of this project of Manos’ here, with more fractured totality.