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, January 07, 2011
I remember that adults wrote with pens. When they made mistakes, they crossed them out, instead of erasing them. I remember that this seemed a mystery to me, like script. I couldn't read script and I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to read something that had illegible crossed out parts in it. It somehow didn't occur to me that you just skipped them. So the technique of crossing out seemed an amazing adult attainment (like script). I could barely imagine how interesting what was said in this esoteric writing must be.


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