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, November 04, 2010
I remember visiting my Florida grandparents during winter break of my freshman year. I had written to them with my dates and announced that I wanted to come down to see them, and that they should send me airfare. So they did. I flew by myself to the happy little airport on Key West, and they drove me home to the house on Little Torch Key. After New York, especially in winter, the Keys are blindingly colorful, so bright it took me a few days to get used to the intensity. Everything reflects: azure sea and creamy coral rock make a backdrop of glowing contrast for neon hibiscus flowers. Against that palette, my grandfather's turquoise slacks made sense.


posted by Rosasharn 11:41 AM
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I love that last bit, about the turquoise pants making sense.
 

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