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


Sunday, June 03, 2012
I remember that my father brought his portable desk-top transistor radio to Europe. I was surprised when he got it out at the beach one day, because I had no idea that the radio could receive anything outside the U.S. I associated that radio only with WQXR and the wonderful show "Limelight" on WNEW. But it turned out the radio could speak Italian! (Not that my father could.)

I should have known, of course, because my uptown grandparents had a Telefunken receiver with German (Austrian) captions: FM was uKW (I think that was the way it was marked), which my father told me was for ultraKurzWagen, ultra short wave.

But I think I didn't make the deduction because in New York everyone I knew over a certain age spoke with an accent, and so I thought of New York as a place where goods came in multiple languages. Among those goods were radio broadcasts, and in particular the classical music my grandparents listened to: opera in German and Italian, and Beethoven and Mozart, which was music in German (a German I understood as I understood my grandmother's German too). So there was nothing odd about their old receiver - it too was of a certain age, with its tubes requiring thirty seconds to a minute to warm up - having a different first language and yet (and so!) being entirely at home in New York.


posted by William 11:39 AM
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Comments:
It wasn't ultraKurzWagen as I thought, but Ultrakurzwelle.
 

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