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, February 04, 2010
I remember misremembering a downhill stretch of road that I used to bike down. The block that I had to pass before getting there was narrow and badly paved, the sand and gravel accentuating the upcoming pleasure of the long pedal-free ride down. A couple of years later, when I wasn't allowed to bike anymore, I remembered the stretch as ending at a wide, quiet road bordering a pond or a small lake. But of course, this wasn't true -- it ended at a crowded street with no water in sight, and part of the fun was accelerating enough that braking and turning to avoid traffic was a mildly non-trivial challenge.

Still later, I realized there was a lake (a large one) beyond the street, but after a kilometer or so of undeveloped land. There was certainly no way to see it, or get to it easily, from that intersection.


posted by sravana 2:28 AM
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Comments:
Why weren't you allowed to bike any more?
 
I was 11 or 12, and my parents started getting concerned (paranoid) about harassment outside.
 

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