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, July 07, 2004
I remember taking up Peter Rogers' (I think) practice of dropping the pull tabs from soda cans into the full can itself (as a way of not littering, or of getting rid of the top). It was interesting that generally the tab didn't fall out again into your mouth as you were drinking, though at the end, when you were getting the last few drops you could feel it and bounce it around on the tip of your tongue. (You still get that slightly sharp sensation around your tongue when you dart it into the near empty can). One day my father saw me do this and was appalled: the dirtyness of the top, the possibility of choking!

He also objected, some other time, to my intentionally swallowing cherry-pits. I'd done it once by accident, and was told (and saw) that it was all right, so I did it intentionally then, till he stopped me. I think I was just as glad.


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