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


Thursday, April 21, 2005
I remember that people used to soak their feet in water with Borax dissolved in it. I remember the big blue bottle of Borax crystals (or I think it was a jar), and that old people had such jars, and that old people in cartoons soaked their feet. I have a very vague sense that I once saw my uptown grandmother soaking her feet, which really seems a taboo sight (and I may not have seen it), partly perhaps because of the universal adult disapproval of going around barefoot, and the fact that they always wore at least slippers, and my grandparents socks or stockings. Certainly in cartoons and movies the people soaking their feet were old.


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