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, March 26, 2003
I remember "Brighten up with Tetley, the tea-drinker's tea... Flavor oh so merry, you've just gotta be!"

I remember that I thought "Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea" was Texas T, ie the T in the name Texas. It came out looking like a T in the sequence (the credits to The Beverley Hillbillies). How much more important than I'd ever imagined did Texas tea turn out to be, especially for the Texans now running the world.


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