“In 1970, the New York artist Joe Brainard collaged together the extremes of his memory—the mundane juxtaposed to the profound—for a direct book-length prose-poem called I Remember. Line by line, he begins with "I remember". For example: "I remember the only time I ever saw my mother cry. I was eating apricot pie," or "I remember my first erections. I thought I had some terrible disease or somethin”
