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, January 11, 2016
I remember that Viva was a client of my father's, briefly.  She gave him a copy of Superstar, which I paged through, vainly looking for salacious scenes.  There was a lot less sex in her memoir than I hoped.  (Same thing with Henry Miller's so-called pornography.)  I remember that I answered the phone one day when she called for my father.  That was the one time I talked to one of Warhol's superstars!


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