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


Sunday, April 11, 2004
I remember that they were searching for a rare heavy element that had never been found (or synthesized) in Russian stained glass windows, when I was a child. The idea was that this element might be stable, unlike other superheavy elements, and that the medieval Russians might have used it instead of lead. I was surprised there was lead in these windows. But I loved the science fiction idea that the medieval artists might have access to some atomic age materials. I don't know what became of these investigations.


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