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


Tuesday, April 03, 2007
I remember the car horns of my childhood (mainly of my uptown grandfather's car) -- a metal ring (chrome I guess -- one of the chrome features on a car) around the inside (or most of it) of the steering wheel, a concentric circle maybe half an inch closer to the center. You could press it with your thumb while you were driving, or bang it with the heel of your hand, I think. I liked the nervous elegance of it. I now associate it with my grandfather -- the fact that it was ridged and focussed and slim and so somehow knowing, like his intelligence; but as round as round could be, since it was circular, and therefore also relaxed and pleasant and warm, by a kind of kindly choice.


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