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, March 12, 2004
I remember when Hugh and Gloria Cramer explained the facts of life to me, and my father confirmed them (see entry for September 30, 2002) I imagined that you procreated standing up. (After all, fucking was like peeing, as I understood it, at least from the male perspective.) Imagining what it was like I imagined, from a spectator's perspective, the adult stranger I would be when I started doing such things (the adult stranger who would be a parent, a jobholder, etc.) standing on the brown carpet facing his partner in the middle of my room, with the overhead lights on. Our arms were at our sides, out of the way, and of course I had no idea about erections, so I thought again it would be like peeing. It wasn't for another year or two that I became aware of more standard ways of picturing and engaging in sex.


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