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


Tuesday, August 07, 2012
I remember that Judith Crist lived across the street from us.  She was a film critic for New York magazine.  So she was in print! So what she said had to be right.  But when I found out that she just lived in this building where my friends lived in an apartment like theirs and ours, I no longer felt I had to believe her reviews or judgments.  Which was a good thing, because I disagreed with her about so much.


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Saturday, August 04, 2012
I remember Marty Liquori and how thrillingly fast he was, and how fast he was getting faster.


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