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


Sunday, July 12, 2009
I remember being bitten by our dog, Michael. She was a little white mutt bitch, my mother's, named for the man who found her as a puppy and gave her to my mom. She and Shandy, my father's whippet, were already old when I was born. I remember this sunny morning when Michael bit me; it was because I provoked her, though I can't remember what I did. I knew it was just, though: she was lying down in her place, and I was on hands and knees, intruding and teasing, and I got what was coming to me. Certainly she had growled plenty of warning, so it wasn't a surprise. What did surprise me was that she broke the skin, and so I had to report the injury to my father (who sided with the dog) and have my hand washed and a bandaid applied. Bill Cavish (sp?), a slim, bearded, balding single guy with a generous smile and a talent for great story-telling (a member of our Havurah community) was at the house when it happened, and I think he was a little appalled, and I enjoyed his sympathy very much, and I milked it for a story.


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