PN Review Print and Online Poetry Magazine
Most Read... Rebecca WattsThe Cult of the Noble Amateur
(PN Review 239)
Mark FordLetters And So It Goes
Letters from Young Mr Grace
(aka John Ashbery)

(PN Review 239)
Henry Kingon Toby Martinez de las Rivas
(PN Review 244)
Eavan BolandA Lyric Voice at Bay
(PN Review 121)
Vahni CapildeoOn Judging Prizes, & Reading More than Six Really Good Books
(PN Review 237)
Tim Parksin conversation with Natalia Ginzburg
(PN Review 49)
Next Issue Subha Mukherji Dying and Living with De la Mare Carl Phillips Fall Colors and other poems Alex Wylie The Bureaucratic Sublime: on the secret joys of contemporary poetry Marilyn Hacker Montpeyroux Sonnets David Herman Memories of Raymond Williams
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
PNR 250 Poetry Archive Banner
PN Review New Issue

This report is taken from PN Review 214, Volume 40 Number 2, November - December 2013.

Keys to the Song of Just Nothing Vahni Capildeo
When William of Aquitaine, over a thousand years ago, made a song about dreyt rien -  just nothing -  he ended by sending his own song away; or rather, the song abstracts itself. Like a pleased cat, the last stanza whisks almost but not utterly out of sight. This ending sings its own, enigmatic destination: to be passed on to someone, who will pass it on to someone else somewhere around Poitiers. This last, remote and nameless person might be able to supply la contraclau, the missing companion-key, to unlock the alluring, portable lyric-as-casket. What does this mean? By the point that the song and composer arrive at the notion of going to seek a key, the listener has been coaxed into staying, and has been both teased and satisfied.

You must have seen the look on the faces of people about to read poetry: visor down, determined against being moved in conjunction with the poem, as if tasked with exiting the poem with a bullet-point or two about what it means. Perhaps you have seen a suitcase come off the carousel at the airport, lock intact but a slash in the sides, selected possessions gone?

Often enough, a key is not an instrument of opening. Divorced from its lock, it leaves both its owners, the forged home and the human possessor. Dense with possibility and also with time, into what would it lead, if it could? What was its history (criminal or eager or arthritic) of handling? As an object, it may sadden or tantalise its keepers; but ...

Searching, please wait... animated waiting image