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, August 08, 2004
I remember the pleasure of peeling Elmer's glue off things: the top of the glue dispenser, the carved up desks, your own fingers. It was like tape, a little, but held together somehow of its own consistency and not because of the backing that the sticky stuff was put on. When you peeled it off it wasn't sticky any more, so that the glue was somehow at some point everything at once: Elmer's was both what stuck and what was stuck, at once the uniform surface and the thing that made that surface adhere to something else. I loved that about it.


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