Dear You, a blog of imagined travels by Gracia Haby, created 2013
In 2008, an occasional series developed of own accord. A series of imagined tales written on the reverse side of a handful of my postcard collages. Over the years, this has grown.
Published online, High Up in the Trees, and later bound into zine format, this project continues today. Now housed under one roof, Dear You features all postcard collages to date.
In the wings, the promise of a new zine to add to the meld, always.
To the traveller!
Begin, and may you travel well,
(Mind the sink holes!)
collective noun n in grammar, a noun that denotes a number of individuals considered as one group.
A SKULK OF FOXES AND A HUSK OF HARES
Responding to collective nouns
Gracia Haby & Louise Jennison
and Elaine Haby
A skulk of foxes and a husk of hares, a blog from 2008–2012
A quiver of arrows, a parcel of penguins, a trace of rabbits, a peal of bells, a vagary of impediments, a constellation of satellites, and a leash of greyhounds; there are more collective nouns than not to make the corners of the mouth curve upward.
A watch of nightingales, a sleuth of bears, and a charm of finches, they call up such imagery. A raft of sea otters, can you see them? Squint a little if it helps. There on the horizon, see them now? They're wearing neck scarves constructed from thin slithers of kelp. And they're making their way across the water with all the ease and grace of Venetian gondola driver.
A mischief of mice, a cache of jewels, they sound so apt, so visual, and so enchanting. Responses, be they visual or otherwise, to particular collective nouns were posted (and infrequently so). From time to time an invited guest made an appearance, responding to the collective noun in any way they chose.
“Write me, how is Mr. Canary? Does he still sing? Does he still pipe? Do you know why I am thinking of the canary?… https://t.co/r1HlXeK2c0
‘Mozart & The Classical Age’ KRAUS Olympie: Overture MOZART String Quartet No 7 (arr string orchestra) HAYDN Piano… https://t.co/y9fkcYaJqt
On the way to and from barre class, with the cold blowing in through my left ear, jigging about in the grey matter,… https://t.co/DzmQvR2Zh8
How they move. How they spin. Electric blue appears to skim the (balcony) horizon line. Lime zest waves back and fo… https://t.co/neoFaFKFNl