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, May 28, 2018
I remember first remembering phone numbers by the way the sounds of the numerals felt together. I'd subvocalize them as iambs to memorize, with exaggerated stress. I think that was part of the fun of numbers with sevens and zeroes.

Telugu number sequences required a completely different prosody that I never devised, sadly, because I never needed to memorize them. (Much much later, hearing someone say their phone number in Italian reminded me of what this internal prosody could have been.)

I remember I had to relearn our car's license plate number shortly after I learned it, when the state prefix changed from CA to KA and all the plate numbers were reassigned. I could read enough by then to know that the state's name started with a K, and it was logical, but the change was still mildly disconcerting. And then a few years later, I'd look back at the CA license plate days as a time from a different era, as so many other things changed at the same time in my life and outside.

(And now I see the switch was in 1990, and so it was.)




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