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
kissing moon hands
Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
earthquakes toil shells
Is it not certain that the Creator yawns in earthquake and thunder and other popular displays, but toils in rounding the delicate spiral of a shell? -Yeats, The Trembling of the Veil
country people political
We are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature of this country. We have created the best of its political intelligence.
dream lost-love fall
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes....
fire chaos
I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.
time knowledge love-is
What can be shown? What true love be? All could be known or shown If Time were but gone.
night long solitude
I have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night / With some friend that has the wit...
mind may casts
Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
art essence purpose
All art that is not mere storytelling, or mere portraiture, is symbolic, and has the purpose of those symbolic talismans which medieval magicians made with complex colours and forms, and bade their patients ponder over daily, and guard with holy secrecy; for it entangles, in complex colours and forms, a part of the Divine Essence.
men poetry visionaries
The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.
guests tongue world
Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.
inspirational life dance
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
believe men swings
I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.
writing light cast-away
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.