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


Sunday, June 02, 2002
I remember that my (uptown) grandmother had a little box camera that you looked down at to take a picture. (You can almost do this again with digital cameras, but you don't get a good angle on the screen.) We would look at her (she took pictures of us whenever she could) and she would be standing ten feet away not looking back but straight down. The top of the camera had a mirrored mirrored viewfinder. Later I discovered that the camera also had a normal viewfinder, and I wrote it off to her perversity that she took pictures the way she did or that she had a camera that took pictures the way that one did. Later still I discovered that the lower angle made for a better perspective, even if the set-up was harder. There was something odd and estranging about the fact that we were looking at her but she wasn't looking back as she took pictures which were supposed to show what she was seeing. But she was looking back (by looking down) -- only we couldn't know that.


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