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, August 02, 2002
I remember stale Topp's bubble gum, and how, because you couldn't really save it, if you bought more than one pack of baseball cards at a time you'd stick all the big sugary pieces in your mouth at once. They'd crumble where you'd manage to break them, but stay stiff until your jaw hurt and your mouth was full of what felt more like plywood than gum. With one piece eventually you could blow bubbles: with many you could never get it to that state. I remember Bazooka bubble gum as well, and how you could break it in half length-wise. And I remember the rumor that if you swallowed gum it could stick to your appendix and give you appendicitis.


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