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, August 22, 2013
I remember the strange, oddly unpleasurable, experience of cutting the end off my dog Powell's flea and tick collar.  Somehow I could think of the collar as okay, not noxious, once it was around his neck and a collar.  But the dangling end had to be cut off and disposed of, because it was poisonous (as was its foil envelope), a piece of insecticide impregnated plastic, which contaminated the scissors that cut it, and jarred flea dust onto my clothes when the scissors finally snapped through.  The scissors had to be rinsed too, but where?  The kitchen sink seemed wrong, though they were kept in a closet off the kitchen; but the bathroom sinks, with their toothbrushes, seemed wronger.  All this did have a somewhat placating effect on the way I thought about the proper collar itself, though: just a part of the dog's outfit and not a strip of poison, so it was the short term discomfort that made it reasonably easy not to mind the collar on the dog (though I would try to keep him from sleeping in my bed for a day or so after he got a new one).


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