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


Friday, August 08, 2003
I remember how odd the locks were on our apartment's front and back doors, since you turned them opposite to the way you'd expect -- counterclockwise to lock, clockwise to open, even though the hinge was on the left and the lock on the right. I think this was my first intuition of gearing, and the way it could reverse directions. It was interesting -- and I think I knew this at the time -- as pure intuition, the pure thought that there was a perfectly straightforward mechanism in which motion leftward of the lock-handle would issue in motion rightward of the tongue of the lock, a kind of mechanical version of Newton's law of motion. It felt elegant.


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