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, June 04, 2003
I remember the inane pleasure I used to take in having several answers to a riddle joke. I remember when I first heard "What's black and white and red all over?" from my father, and how strange the answer was -- a newspaper -- until he explained it to me. And then I remember liking the fact that there were all these other answers too: a sun-burned zebra; a sun-burned penguin; and to the surprising variation "What's black and white and black and white and black and white and red all over?": a nun falling down a flight of stairs. (Geoffrey Stern told me this last variation.) It was like having four jokes instead of one, a kind of Swiss Army Knife of jokes, with lots of answers that could fold out of it, most of them trivially different from each other. I remember the rapid-fire way I'd repeat the question after each answer, and the odd sense of accumulation and possession that all these answers gave me. And I'm sure I rehearsed them all many times with the same people. Every time I added a new answer, I'd go through the whole gamut again with people who'd heard the previous set. It was important to ask the question each time, although I think in emergencies I'd just ask the question once and then quickly try to fit in all the answers. (There was the related pair of dead baby jokes: "What's red and sits in the corner?" "A baby chewing razor blades." "What's red and blue and sits in the corner?" "A baby chewing razor blades two weeks later.")


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