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, September 18, 2004
I remember that along with desert boots another thing that the cooler kids had were knapsacks instead of the hand-me-down briefcases most of us used. (I remember the tongue-strap that held the briefcase shut, and how I would always overpack it so that it would compress on top when I tried to shut it, how the tongue let you leave a gap if you used the loosest setting, and how the briefcase would start coming apart at the bottom, even though the stitching seemed so tough.) So we went to a store in Riverhead to get a knapsack (no one called them backpacks then), and the salesman offered me a "rucksack" which I absolutely refused. It was too big and it had this weird Lederhosen like name, and it seemed that once again I was to be balked by some ersatz substitute, like Hush Puppies instead of desert boots. Eventually I got something more to my liking, but not just the thing.


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