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, September 16, 2005
I remember we held hands, crossed at the corners, and with the lights; my father was inflexible on this rule, and the rest of the caretakers followed suit. Hugh Cramer was allowed to cross by himself, which he did in the middle, and against the light as well. So our rule seemed one of the family standards of virtue. I was surprised therefore when my downtown grandfather, taking me to Riverside Park once, crossed Riverside Drive in the middle of the block (between 89th and 90th) and against the light, dragging me with him. The transgression was real and vivid, and somehow it made the family members seem at once more impressively like the world at large and less reliable as the very essence of the rules of life, more aware than I knew they were but with the limitations of their authority over the world, or over authority itself, defined by just that awareness.


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