I Remember: Sergio Chejfec
Thinking of Joe Brainard's "I remember" [whose model was followed by Georges Perec and so many others], we asked Argentinean writer Sergio Chejfec to share with us some of his memories. This is what he sent us.
I remember my father’s admonitions
I remember the sound of typewriters
I remember domino tiles sounding loudly against the tables of certain Brooklyn neighborhoods during summer
I remember the nasal voice and drawn out r’s of Ariel Delgado (Radio Colonia)
I remember the croaking of frogs during Caracas nights
I remember the hammering and puffing of the heating during winter
I remember the flapping wings of a bird trapped in a room
I remember the voice of Ana María Pardo, of the old bookstore Soberbia, Caracas
I remember Charlie Feiling’s voice
I remember the abbreviated deflagration of matches as they’re struck, in order to light a cigarette
I remember the illusory silence as one reads
I remember the shouts of the neighbors upstairs
I remember the vain attempts of a car that won’t turn on
I remember one’s own breathing when desperate under the sheets
I remember the silence of animals
I remember the sound of the sea near the coast
I remember not understanding the language spoken next to me
I remember the same machinistic rumor in different cities
I remember the shrieks of peacocks in front of my house
I remember the resounding voice of Edgar Bayley, with his hands over his mouth as an unnecessary megaphone in order to be heard at the other end of the room
I remember never being sure of what it is I’m being told
Other entries:
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I remember my father’s admonitions
I remember the sound of typewriters
I remember domino tiles sounding loudly against the tables of certain Brooklyn neighborhoods during summer
I remember the nasal voice and drawn out r’s of Ariel Delgado (Radio Colonia)
I remember the croaking of frogs during Caracas nights
I remember the hammering and puffing of the heating during winter
I remember the flapping wings of a bird trapped in a room
I remember the voice of Ana María Pardo, of the old bookstore Soberbia, Caracas
I remember Charlie Feiling’s voice
I remember the abbreviated deflagration of matches as they’re struck, in order to light a cigarette
I remember the illusory silence as one reads
I remember the shouts of the neighbors upstairs
I remember the vain attempts of a car that won’t turn on
I remember one’s own breathing when desperate under the sheets
I remember the silence of animals
I remember the sound of the sea near the coast
I remember not understanding the language spoken next to me
I remember the same machinistic rumor in different cities
I remember the shrieks of peacocks in front of my house
I remember the resounding voice of Edgar Bayley, with his hands over his mouth as an unnecessary megaphone in order to be heard at the other end of the room
I remember never being sure of what it is I’m being told
Other entries:
Margo Glantz