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


Friday, February 23, 2018
[Alma remembers what they told her:]

This entry does not, strictly speaking, belong in Je me souviens because I have no personal recollection of the event, which was related to me by my mother. It would more properly belong to a series entitled On m'a dit, but there is no such series. I'm settling on je me souviens qu'on m'a dit. Apparently, when I was a toddler in my native Sarajevo - then Yugoslavia, now Bosnia and Herzegovina - I sometimes made the request "umi me" a baby-talk version of the Serbo-Croatian "uzmi me," meaning "pick me up." On one occasion my parents and I were walking along the main street of the city (then called King Aleksandar's Street, later Tito's Street and now...who knows?), and we were passing by the National Bank building. The building's entrance was flanked by two giant male caryatids. Tired of walking, I planted myself in front of one of them and commanded: "Umi me."


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Friday, February 09, 2018
[Paul Lakin remembers:]

I remember my first grade teacher saying "actions speak louder than words" to scold us for being too loud, with the idea that if we wanted to speak *really* loudly we'd do something other than yelling. She also said it to scold us for hitting, with, I guess now, the idea that hitting was speaking too loudly.
These two opposite, wrong uses of the proverb were confusing as fuck, and probably would be to any six year old who will from time to time very much want both to hit and to speak loudly. They also delayed several years my understanding what it really does mean.


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Saturday, February 03, 2018
I remember that envelopes for greeting cards are on the rack behind the cards.  I learned this at the local you and stationery store. I liked that fact -- that the envelopes were there and that they fit, and also were the right colors, according to the card-publishers, for the cards.


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