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, October 30, 2009
I remember having to get "working papers" to work at the tennis court when I was fourteen. A doctor had to see me. I had to cough with my head turned while he checked me for hernias. We'd all sung "It's a rupture" when I was in third grade, though I didn't quite know what that meant. But I did know it had to do with one's crotch, supposedly, and here was this doctor confirming it. I was very suave and adult about the check up, and then he signed the form.


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