PN Review Print and Online Poetry Magazine
News and Notes
Digital Access to PN Review
Access the latest issues, plus back issues of PN Review with Exact Editions For PN Review subscribers: access the PN Review digital archive via the Exact Editions app Exactly or the Exact Editions website, you will first need to know your PN Review ID number. read more
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
Gratis Ad 1
Monthly Carcanet Books
Next Issue Thomas Kinsella in conversation Jeffrey Wainwright comes to grips with St Chad Hsien Min Toh gives us a Korean perspective Iain Bamforth on Lou and Fritz: Sensible Shoes meets Starstruck Judith Bishop on Love and Self-Understanding in an Algorythmic Age

This report is taken from PN Review 200, Volume 37 Number 6, June - July 2011.

The End Crowns All Neil Powell
Cures for sleeplessness, as even part-time insomniacs learn, suffer from the law of diminishing returns: familiarity breeds wakefulness. Another problem is that, while boring strategies won't hold the attention until sleep comes, really interesting ones may cause an abrupt jolt into wide-awake alertness. I could never do with counting sheep: their sameyness, which is presumably their whole point, makes the whole exercise unmanageable as well as dull. The most reliable method I know, though you may have to be halfway towards sleep for it to work, is to set off down an unfamiliar country lane and see where it leads. I've discovered some richly detailed hills and woods and villages, none of them identifiable in the waking world, on these pedestrian journeys to what's aptly called the Land of Nod. What fascinates and slightly troubles me is the fineness of the detail: I'll find myself closely observing a curious plant (perhaps something half-familiar, but seldom so big or so small or quite that colour) or an insect on an ancient wall with all the intricacies of cobwebs and dust, crumbly brick and loose mortar. Over the years, some of these imagined places have even organised themselves into a geography of their own: so, just before turning a corner, I suddenly know what's going to be on the other side and then recognise a previous dreamscape, as slumber takes over.

But there are times when the tired inner eye won't focus on anything so coherent: it's then that you have ...


Searching, please wait... animated waiting image