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, March 24, 2006
I remember "Viva the Viva the Viva the chairs! Viva the Viva the Viva the stairs! Viva the Viva the Viva the pears (?)! Viva instead of cloth!" An ad for Viva paper towels, sung to "Viva la companie!" I think that the last ("Viva the pears," if that's what it was) would get a puzzled pause from the singer and a goofy echo from the orchestra


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