This week we bring you three wood engravings with details by the incomparable British wood engraver Simon Brett (b. 1943), illustrating poems by English writer Neville Braybrooke (1923-2001) published as Four Poems for Christmas in 1986 by Brett's own Paulinus Press in Marlborough, Wiltshire, in an edition of 250 copies signed by the poet and engraver. Our copy, another gift from the estate of our late friend Dennis Bayuzick, is one of 50 copies that includes a suite of signed engraving proofs.
In the book itself, two wood engravings are printed opposite the respective poems they illustrate and these, together with an additional one, are again printed across the center spread (shown here). Primarily a painter, Brett learned wood engraving from the noted English artist Clifford Webb (1894-1972) (view our posts on the engravings of Clifford Webb) in the early 1960s but did not turn to engraving as his primary medium until the early 1970s. Today Simon Brett is considered one of Britain's premier wood engravers.
This edition of Four Poems for Christmas was printed for the Paulinus Press by Jonathan Stephenson of the The Rocket Press on Zerkall mould-made paper using Baskerville type.
View other posts on wood engravings by Simon Brett.
View other books from the collection of Dennis Bayuzick.
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It’s a triple birthday tonight, for all the little boys!
Bradley became a child and almost immediately discovered his games hobby playing rock paper scissors with Sally.
And here’s Jacob.
And Caleb!
They both look very much alike as you can see (Jacob has slightly darker, freckled skin). But their personalities are fairly distinct so I’ll be making a point as they get older to differentiate their styles so they’re easier to tell apart!
"In the neuter austerity of that terrain all phenomena were bequeathed a strange equality and no one thing nor spider nor stone nor blade of grass could put forth claim to precedence. The very clarity of these articles belied their familiarity, for the eye predicates the whole on some feature or part and here was nothing more luminous than another and nothing more enshadowed and in the optical democracy of such landscapes all preference is made whimsical and a man and a (book) become endowed with unguessed kinships."
I’m back to my high school relic, even though now I’ve grown up and am in college.
I achieved my one goal, getting on A+TSP, which tbh I stopped listening to after my fic got on there. I was kinda unhappy with the length of the episodes, they felt long and dragged out, so I stopped listening.
I’m back now because I have new obsessions, like how unfairly hot Ron Staedtler from Inside Job is. And I have more porn to write for that fandom.