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, December 15, 2006
I remember how funny it is that judges have gavels. I think I learned this watching Perry Mason with my mother. Or maybe she brought a gavel home that she'd got as a testimonial of some sort; or we saw a movie in which there was a judge gaveling the court to silence. And I remember just thinking the incongruity of the hammer among all these people in sober clothes -- a hammer that wasn't used for pounding nails but just to kind of hit the table in a way that made sense to me but that I couldn't imagine adults doing -- was hilarious. It was as if whenever the judges got bored they could just pound away to pass the time, and everyone had to pay attention. It seemed like an improbably great idea.


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