Illustration by Sophie Beer

Illustration: Sophie Beer

Hush. It's a moody, evocative word. It's a word we hear more often in verse than in regular speech. Poets are crazy about it. John Keats practically bit off his own index finger, hissing Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my dear! and Hush, hush! soft tiptoe! hush, hush, my dear!, all within one poem.

'Hush' was the name of an Australian Seventies glam-rock band. It's the name of a fruity eau de toilette. And it's the name of the first edition of the Wheeler Centre's relaunched Notes.

From now on, you’ll find shorter updates from the Wheeler Centre, our resident organisations and more in our News section. Notes will continue to bring you longer and fuller stories, delivered in themed editions every month or two.

With ‘Hush’, we're bringing you writing on stifled sound, shushed shouts and stealth work. Stuart Kells considers noise and silence in the history of public libraries, Zoe Norton Lodge swallows her screams and Santilla Chingaipe reflects on a deferred national discussion. And in the first of a new series of anonymous interviews, a private investigator reflects on a career of sneaky secret surveillance.

From our archives, we have words and podcasts on privacy, censorship and speech.

Want to share your own thoughts? Too bad – hush up. Just kidding. We'd love to hear from you.