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, June 30, 2004
I remember coming upon the Appendix to some book I wass reading. I didn't know what it wass, but it was uninteresting and disappointing -- a kind of sheaf of broken promise, since I thought the exciting book was longer than it turned out to be. I thought of it as repellent in the same way that "I-books" (first person narratives) were repellent: a kind of hole in the fabric of the work disguised as substance but in fact just absence -- of hero (how could a first person be a hero?) or of substance (how could this unintersting supplementary material have any narrative density to it?).


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