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


Friday, March 04, 2005
I remember "You have a friend, at Chase Manhattan." I also remember my mnemonic for spelling Manhattan; "The Man under a hat had a tan." That would be how to remember the double-t. And I remember an illustration of Peter Stuveysant (was it?) and others getting out of a small boat -- a rowboat -- and buying Manhattan from the Indians for $24 plus some trinkets. Trinkets for me meant (still mean) what you get out of gum machines (like my
Peace Sign ring).


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