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


Wednesday, August 07, 2002
I remember that after Danny Kaye my uptown grandparents used to watch the Russian circus on TV. Could they have been on every Sunday? They were particularly taken with the Lipanzer Stallions.

I remember that my uptown grandparents used to love to go to Westbury Gardens in Old Westbury, Long Island. Now I want to go back myself. At the time I thought they were inoffensive: a larger version of the gardens in Fort Tryon Park


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