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


Saturday, August 07, 2004
I rember Kiner's Corner, the post-game interview show with a couple of players when the Mets played at home. I think maybe they only held it when the Mets won, but I'm not sure. Maybe I only watched it when the Mets won, as a way of prolonging the pleasure. I remember that Ralph Kiner (now the surviving member of the trio which also included Bob Murphy, who just died, and Lindsay Nelson) had been a Pirates player, and I wondered what he thought about when the Mets played the Pirates. I remember being surprised to find out that Kiner was one of the greats, with (I think) 475 home runs.

And I remember, remembering those stats, when Willie Mays got his 3000th hit: Sports Illustrated had a cover which said "Say hey! 3000 hits!"


posted by william 8:26 AM
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