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, May 18, 2003
I remember June Lockhart, the mother on Lost in Space, -- Mrs. Robinson. (I made the connection with The Swiss Family Robinson of course; and not with Simon and Garfunkle, if there was a connection there. I remember in the movie version of The Swiss Family Robinson one of the kids, I think, goes through a gigantic spider's web and is bitten by a spider. The father takes a knife and gouges the wound out, saving his life. This was very impressive, and the first time I saw lethal poison -- venom -- thought of as physically isolable. I must remember this because it complicated my idea of the relation between what was in the body and what was outside of it.) I remember that she died young, so that every time I was watching Lost in Space I thought of her as dead. But I'm not confident, now, that she really had died.


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