Lucien Clergue - Books

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  • Corps mémorable, Pierre Seghers editions, Paris, 1957. Poems by Paul Éluard, cover by Pablo Picasso, introductory poem by Jean Cocteau.
    • Re-edited in 1960 without Cocteau’s poem, then in 1963 in a German version where censors impose changes to one of the dozen photos; then in 1965 with all the text in black.
    • In 1969, a remake edition with added photos and new marquetry is published.
    • In 1996, on the occasion of the poet’s centenary, another edition is published with new photos and a marquette designed by Massin. ISBN 978-2-221-08423-6
    • In 2003 this last edition is re-published. An exposition organized by the Carré d'Art of Nîmes at the end of 2006 celebrates 50 years of this legendary work.
  • Turck, Eva-Monika, ed. (November 2003) (Hardcover). Poésie Photographique. (Photographic Poetry). Clergue, Lucien (Photographer); Heiting, Manfred (Foreword); Kranzfelder, Ivo (Contributor) (English, French and German ed.). Prestel Publishing. http://www.amazon.com/Lucien-Clergue-Poesie-Photographique-Eva-Monika-Turck/dp/3791328506. Retrieved 2010-11-13. ISBN 3-7913-2850-6
  • Langage des Sables, Agep, Marseilles, 1980, ISBN 2-902634-08-0
  • Portraits, Actes Sud, Arles, 2005, ISBN 2-7427-5423-7

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