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, April 27, 2003
I remember a cartoon in which a large bearlike animal (but it might have been that annoying chicken with the Southern accent, also done by Mel Blanc) swept some dust under a rug, and I thought what a good idea that was. In fact, next time I had to clean up I tried it. I didn't then know that it was a visual pun: but an odd one since it actually returned you to the origin of the cliche. Slowly "sweeping something under the rug" came to lose its vividness and became the same standard figure of speech for me as for everyone else -- standard enough that I would use it in conversation without thinking about dust or rugs or cartoons. But it was so fresh when I first saw it done, as though the dust and dirt were fresh and clean too, with all that cartoon life, that animation in the fullest sense of the word.


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