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, November 07, 2003
From Tim Paul:

I remember the sound of rotary telephones. And how if you dialed a "9" or a "0" it would take what seemed like a very long time to complete the dial. rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I remember how you used to rent phones instead of owning them with only three or four varieties to choose from. We got the most plain black socialist number. I remember when touch-tone came in and how sexy that was. I think it was my rich uncle who had the first touchtone phone with glowing (green) buttons. And loud and melodic tone sounds. bleep, bleep, bleep. It took another year or more before we got one at home. I remember my Granny had rotery at her summer home until only a couple years ago and it seemed perfectly natural that she had one. - Tim Paul


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