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


Tuesday, June 28, 2005
I remember the last day of school! I think I remember it from third and fourth grade. I remember how much I looked forward to it, but how when school was over that day, it wasn't quite as much a pleasure as I had promised myself.

I remember, though, "No more pencils, no more books, No more teachers' dirty looks." My father taught me that, and none of my schoolmates knew it (they knew: "Glory glory Hallelujah, My teacher hit me with a ruler, I ducked behind the door With a loaded .44.... And she ain't teaching no more"), and I was a little disappointed by the discontinuity this demonstrated between him as a kid in the New York schools and me as a kid in the New York schools. But then I read a version of it in Bazooka Joe, or something similar, and that made me happy. I remember that I thought "dirty looks" meant "objectional appearances." I didn't yet know what the phrase meant (as in "She gave him a dirty look").


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