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
personality style hot
Style, personality - deliberately adopted and therefore a mask - is the only escape from the hot-faced bargainers and money-changers.
lying eye atheism
For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbour's eyes?
sea fishing rivers
It's certain there are trout somewhere - And maybe I shall take a trout - but I do not seem to care.
hate fate men
Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
roots
Though leaves are many, the root is one.
writing needs bakers
When Walt Whitman writes in seeming defiance of tradition, he needs tradition for his protection, for the butcher and the baker and the candlestick-maker grow merry over him when they meet his work by chance.
teacher father book
My father was an angry and impatient teacher and flung the reading book at my head.
men biodiversity
Man has created death.
passion what-matters fire
... What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?
girl character passion
But boys and girls, pale from the imagined love Of solitary beds, knew what they were, That passion could bring character enough And pressed at midnighht in some public place Live lips upon a plummet-measured face.
beauty jealousy glasses
But bear in mind your lover's wage Is what your looking-glass can show, And that he will turn green with rage At all that is not pictured there.
beauty kissing white
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss I hear white Beauty sighing, too, For hours when all must fade like dew....
music dirty hands
Poetry and music I have banished, But the stupidity Of root, shoot, blossom or clay Makes no demand. I bend my body to the spade Or grope with a dirty hand.
men thinking people
All think what other people think; All know the man their neighbor knows. Lord, what would they say Did their Catullus walk that way?