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, January 26, 2003
I remember the thread of saliva that always strung my uptown grandmother's mouth when she talked. It glinted. I noticed it in some of her friends as well, and occasionally in my grandfather. This seemed to me another feature of her age, and like all its other features, intentional. She knew it was there, and she had her reasons -- reasons I wasn't even curious about, since they belonged to the vast world of adulthood. I do remember at some point becoming aware that it was saliva, maybe just as I became aware of the saliva always in my mouth. This latter fact I found quite interesting.


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