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


Tuesday, February 25, 2003
I remember, having yesterday heard of Maurice Blanchot's death last Thursday, that Blanchot begins his last work, L'instant de ma mort (1994), with the words "Je me souviens:" "I remember a young man -- a man still young -- prevented from dying by death itself -- and perhaps the error of injustice." Blanchot tells the story, in what is an exquisitely rare autobiographical moment -- of his hairsbreadth escape from being shot by a Nazi officer and his squad. For him that escape was also the instant of his death: all else, everything later, was posthumous, or at least written under the sign of the death that should have been his then. He describes the extraordinary lightness he experienced at the moment, a lightness which told him everything and nothing. Whatever else it did, it enabled the extraordinary body of literature which followed for the next fifty years, and which for me is among the most significant work I have ever read. I mourn him -- not lighthearted but lighter at heart for having read him.


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