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


Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I remember envying kids who could swing easily across monkey bars. I could manage it (effortfully) in kindergarten, but got progressively worse as I grew older, so by the time I was about ten years old, I'd give up after one or two bars. I remember that because a boy around my age in the Bowring Club playground challenged me to an obstacle course race that included swinging across the monkey bars that connected one slide to another. I was extremely embarrassed when I couldn't even complete the race.

I remember my father helping me do pull-ups on the same monkey bars. While I was trying (and not doing very well), a lady came up to me and said I shouldn't do it because it would develop my biceps, which would be unattractive on a girl. I think this motivated me to try harder.

I remember accompanying my brother to the playground whenever my family went to Bowring Club, well after I outgrew the slides and swings. I secretly enjoyed playing on them, although I pretended I was only there to watch over my brother.



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