I remember / je me souviens
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For those limbic bursts of nostalgia, invented by Proust, miniaturized by Nicholson Baker, and freeze-dried by Joe Brainard in his I remember and by Georges Perec in his Je me souviens.

But there are no fractions, the world is an integer
Like us, and like us it can neither stand wholly apart nor disappear.
When one is young it seems like a very strange and safe place,
But now that I have changed it feels merely odd, cold
And full of interest.
          --John Ashbery, "A Wave"

Sometimes I sense that to put real confidence in my memory I have to get to the end of all rememberings. That seems to say that I forego remembering. And now that strikes me as an accurate description of what it is to have confidence in one's memory.
          --Stanley Cavell, The Claim of Reason


Friday, June 14, 2002
I remember liverwurst sandwiches. Does anybody still eat them? Appalling, yet I used to love them.

I remember Topo Gigio.

I remember the gear changer on three-speed bikes. You had to coast to change gears. You did it with your index finger, moving a little trigger on a thin metal box mounted on the handle-bars just past your right hand. This was another failure of symmetry which bothered me when I first saw it, but which I got over.

I remember vinyl saddle-bags, and how quickly they cracked, and metal handle-bar baskets. I remember that my father had metal cuff-clips which he wore when he rode his bike.


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