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


Monday, October 27, 2014
I remember posting about my memories of coming to know about Dylan Thomas (born a hundred years ago today) 
here.


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Wednesday, October 01, 2014
I remember my mother would put sweaters on me backwards while I was asleep so that my chest stayed warm. I'd wake up disoriented, feeling like everything was off-balance because there were no buttons or opening where there should have been.


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