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, November 26, 2003
I remember that park workers used picks with sharp metal points to pick up trash in the park; they'd drop the trash in burlap bags. (Now they use prehensile plastic grabbers and heavy duty plastic.) I thought the tool was really neat. I remember watching them with my grandparents, either uptown in Washington Heights or near our house in Riverside Park. The idea that trash belonged to the order of things as well, that there was a tool specifically designed for it, was both curious and serene.


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