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, June 06, 2004
I remember that when we had weekend guests my mother would make a big plateful of scrambled eggs, which were always moist and great. This reminds me that weekdays I would make myself eggs before school, sometimes scrambled, sometimes sunnyside up, and then later over easy. At some point I got disgusted with the strings of protein that my overcooked eggs would always entangle themselves with, and then eggs became disgusting to me. But only for a while, and my mother's never.

I remember that eggs used to be mainly white, with brown as somewhat exotic. Now it's the other way around.


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