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, September 05, 2004
I remember a couple of times my father did ride in the passenger seat, when we went with other people. Once I think this was riding up the West Side highway, maybe after he'd sold the Pontiac and we didn't have a car any more. (I think of our family as essentially being carless, although they later bought a car and probably they didn't own one for a total of only five years or so, at the most. They were just the right five years.) And I remember a time that the Georges drove us up into the hills above Lake Como -- I was amazed that they'd brought their car from England. It was right-hand drive, so my father sat where he always sat, but it was now the passenger's seat. It seemed strangely wrong, but strangely ok too.


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