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, October 11, 2007
I remember Jeanne Dixon's autobiography A Gift for Prophecy. I remember the cover of her book was printed in purple! Everyone was reading it in fourth grade. Or not everyone, but the most unexpected people. It was neat to stand in lines and see other kids I never talked to, to see girls, lost in the same book I was absorbed in, all of us so interested that we were reading it as we lined up before school. It was as though a gigantic version one of my uptown grandmother's pearl-drop veils had been dropped over the school, with the drops being the kids scattered everywhere feverishly reading the book. (I remember one girl whom I had a sense of as being vaguely aloof reading the book too, and this humanized her for me a little. It was nice to see in her too what reading was for me: a kind of wanting.)


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