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 19, 2004
I remember how surprised and delighted I was when we started hearing about geology and learned about bedrock. Like everyone else, I knew the term from The Flintstones -- "from the, Town of Bedrock, they're a page right out of history" -- but didn't know it was something real. I remember that bedrock was often about twenty feet beneath the soil, and for some reason this made me think, then, of the sandbox in Riverside Park on the hill around 93rd street, maybe because I thought the hill was twenty feet high, maybe because I'd once thought you could dig down to China through the sand in the sandbox, and now it turned out you'd be stopped after twenty feet.


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