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


Saturday, March 27, 2021

I remember that in addition to seeing To Tell the Truth being taped we also went to see Robert Morse's musical TV show That's Life being taped.  I'd never seen the show on TV -- hadn't even heard of it -- but liked it a lot.  Partly because Ruth Buzzi, from Laugh-In was the guest star.  She sang a song about her loneliness and how she wouldn't even object to the come-ons of someone like Tyrone on Laugh-In, whom she always hit with her purse when he sidled up to her on a park bench.   I remember we were told that the rooms on the set were far deeper than they would be in real life, because the TV screen wouldn't flatten them out.  I got to watch a little of the show, and it was true.   We actually went to see a taped dress rehearsal, but they explained that if any scenes in the rehearsal were better than the actual taping they'd be swapped in.  I liked that idea.  Also our teachers told us that we had to laugh or applaud when the appropriate signs were lit. I liked it that there was a real place in the world i could go to that would later be a fictional place on the small TV screen.



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