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, March 02, 2006
I remember that the book of popular piano music I was practising songs I knew from -- I think I was learning "Those were the days, my friend," which I first heard ice skating in Lake Placid, I think -- had a song I didn't know at all by a group I can't remember called "Itchykoo Park." I did recognize, even then, that it was a rip-off of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds." I could never really figure out what it sounded like, but I remember some of the lyrics: "Over bridge of sighs, to rest my eyes, in shades of green....To Itchykoo Park, that's where I've been. [...] But why the fears there? Don't know why. But why the tears there? I'll tell you why. It's all too beautiful, ta TUM, it's all too beautiful, TUM ta...."


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