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, July 09, 2021

I remember that I first learned the word identity as part of the phrase secret identity, which was the romantic and thrilling connection between Clark Kent (uncharismatic like me) and Superman! It was interesting to find out, considerably later, that it was a word on its own. 

I remember that the phrase this instant!, used by mother to demand that I cooperate immediately, was similarly thrilling (though without the positive connotations), denoting a kind of absolutely efficient worldly authority. I don’t remember the context though I do remember the sudden down-pointing gesture that made the this so immediate. Again, it was only later that I had a sense of the word instant as having a meaning of its own. 



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