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


Monday, March 29, 2004
I remember Mrs. Yerzley borrowing a cup of sugar. Or maybe my uptown grandmother borrowed it from her. This was the first time that I'd seen such a thing. (Later I think I was sent to borrow an egg from someone by my mother.) But I'd either heard or was informed that neighbors did such things. But I was surprised that Mrs. Yerzley was a "neighbor" since she lived on the sixth floor and my grandmother lived on the first. I' d thought (from the Hoges's living next door) that neigbors had to be contiguous to you. This somewhat challenged my sense of space, or of the relation of people to the space they inhabited.


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