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


Thursday, June 24, 2004
I remember asking my mother -- I think about Lake Carmel -- why lakes didn't just seep away into the dirt, the way water did when you poured it on sand. I don't think she quite understood me, or she would have told me about water tables. But she told me that "springs" kept lakes full. So I imagined that lakes were somehow held up, like mattresses, by giant springs which kept the water from flowing away. I didn't see how, but the answers to my questions were clearly getting more baffling than the phenomena they were explaining, so I don't think I pursued the topic.


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