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 22, 2014
I remember thinking I was a good intuitive speller, which came from reading a lot.  Words looked right or didn't, and so I didn't tend to memorize spelling for quizzes.  Then one day (in sixth grade) I got vacuum wrong on a quiz.  I couldn't believe it!  Two u's in a row?  That just looked so wrong.  Somehow it seemed so bizarre, so out there, that it seemed appropriate to the vacuum of outer space, as though the u's were sucking the breathable sensibility of spelling out of each other, as though the two u's in a row were themselves a strange vacuum at the heart of the word.  I didn't like that.


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