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, April 17, 2009
I remember the pleasure and luxury of things that were lit up at night. Walking past a garden with spotlights (unlit), I remember visiting restaurants or houses for dinner where the lawns were impeccable and the lights nestled in the grass made it possible to see that. I remember that when guests were over for dinner, my parents turned on every light downstairs, and replaced the inevitably dead one or two bulbs in the chandelier. (And how the chandelier gradually lost arms over the years from six to two.)

I remember returning in the evening to the Lalita Mahal hotel in Mysore, and seeing it perfectly white and illuminated from a distance. And I was always excited about flying at night for the view (although I now fairly dislike it for its association with long international flights and leaving home).


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