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
night half green
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods lay.
art men meditation
A man in his own secret meditation / Is lost amid the labyrinth that he has made / In art or politics.
keys uncertainty
We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty...
stars men soul
The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!
imagination
The living can assist the imagination of the dead...
greatness moisture mouths
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath Breathless mouths may summon; I hail the superhuman; I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
believe ideas doe
I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English.
artist style alchemist
The labor of the alchemists, who were called artist in their day, is a befitting comparison for a deliberate change of style.
drinking men drunk
A drunkard is a dead man And all dead men are drunk.
heart mad shade
A strange thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought Upon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade, Should find no burden but itself and yet should be worn out. It could not bear that burden and therefore it went mad.
men and-love
Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
blood wings bravery
Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this. Edward Fitzgerald died, And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.
men hands laughing
Test every work of intellect or faith, And everything that your own hands have wrought And call those works extravagance of breath That are not suited for such men as come Proud, open-eyed and laughing to the tomb.
doe ethics cry
Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.