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, December 03, 2003
I remember that in older hospital rooms the windows are open to the fresh air even in winter. I remember visiting my grandmother once at Columbia-Presbyterian and liking the way the windows were open six inches on the bottom, but the draft prevented by a glass baffle, so that right by the window there was a kind of coolness rising between the baffle and the opening muffled and insulated by the lovely warmth rising from the steam radiator just below the window: the warmth and coolness each making the other feel more precious and luxurious. I liked the marble and stone of the old building, and the high ceilings and tiled floors. Not that I would have wanted to stay there. But if I'd been sick, it would have been the room I wanted.


posted by william 3:30 PM
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