William Butler
William Butler
Multi-instrumentalist for the band Arcade Fire who plays bass, synth, guitar, and percussion. He has also worked on movie soundtracks, like the one for Her.
ProfessionGuitarist
Date of Birth6 October 1982
poet shirk painter
Poet and sculptor, do the work, / Nor let the modish painter shirk
imagination rhetoric
rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.
miracle lovely gone
Many ingenious lovely things are gone / That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude...
wine sleep sound
now I bring full-flavoured wine out of a barrel found Where seven Ephesian topers slept and never knew When Alexander's empire passed, they slept so sound.
passing-moments florence sincerity
Florence Farr once said to me, If we could say to ourselves, with sincerity, 'this passing moment is as good as any I shall ever know,' we could die upon the instant and be united with God.
boys men optimism
Though logic-choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy Has marked a distant object down, An aimless joy is a pure joy....
sun virtue
Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun....
dance two kindred
When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?.
men ephemeral tablets
As man, as beast, as an ephemeral fly begets, Godhead begets Godhead, For things below are copies, the Great Smaragdine Tablet said. Yet all must copy copies, all increase their kind....
stars knowing clouds
I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . .
rain eye blue
Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering.
beauty dream
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
uncles son aunt
I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts, To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words, Spoilt what old loins have sent?
dream moving light
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red flare again.