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, March 02, 2018
I remember how disturbed I was when I first saw a 9-volt battery, which I had to put into my new transistor radio.  I hated its asymmetry.  And that asymmetry was increased, rather than mitigated, by the fact that you had to snap it into terminals which were the opposite of the terminals on the battery itself.  I think this was the worst version of the asymmetries I hated in training wheels and in bikes in general -- the chain on one side of the frame, not both sides.  Trikes were so much more elegant, as were D batteries. Even dry cells were okay.  The asymmetries I hated were left-right, not front-back.  Hence my dislike of the new windshield wipers, which paralleled each other instead of describing mirroring arcs across each half of the front window.


posted by William 11:24 AM
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