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


Saturday, January 18, 2003
I remember that my uptown grandparents -- when they put out cold cuts for lunch or afternoon parties -- would always have tongue. I somehow imagined the word was a homonym: it certainly didn't look like tongue. And it didn't taste like it either, I think partly because the idea of tongue tasting of anything rather than being the neutral organ what tasted didn't make sense to me. But no: it turned out that it really was tongue, something which filled me with a very specific squeamishness. I just didn't see how you could enjoy its taste on your tongue.


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