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


Wednesday, August 31, 2005
I remember New Orleans. I remember my mother taking me to there. We stayed at the Monteleone, and I took a black ashtray. I remember Royal Street, Bourbon Street, the Garden District (where Andy Apter, Michael Kelley and I stayed on Freret street with a friend of Michael's, a slide guitar player, after my mother had flown back to New York), Buster's, Antoine's (where back then they took your order without writing it down, though that changed later), the Court of the Two Sisters, Preservation Hall (where we watched some people ahead of us in line looking at a mouse in the gutter staring back at them), and Brennan's, Jackson Square, the French Market, some addict fiddle players whom Andy played with, the street cars, the above ground cemeteries, the magnolias, the "neutral ground" between the two directions of the avenues. I remember walking from the Garden District to the French Quarter with Michael and Andy, past where the Superdome was being built, and having kids throw rocks at us from maybe fifty yards behind us -- a weird and serious but not quite real danger.


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