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
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?
heart poetry knaves
O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What's not for their applause, Being for a woman's sake.
jesus flower passion
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay; Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side, The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream....
memories soul mind
All empty souls tend to extreme opinion. It is only in those who have built up a rich world of memories and habits of thought that extreme opinions affront the sense of probability. Propositions, for instance, which set all the truth upon one side can only enter rich minds to dislocate and strain, if they can enter at all, and sooner or later the mind expels them by instinct.
work frustration night
In luck or out the toil has left its mark: That old perplexity an empty purse, Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.
heart battle littles
Shakespeare cared little for the State, the source of all our judgments, apart from its shows and splendours, its turmoils and battles, its flamings out of the uncivilized heart.
writing men land
No man, even though he be Shakespeare, can write perfectly when his web is woven of threads that have been spun in many lands.
goodbye children heart
To sit beside the board and drink good wine And watch the turf smoke coiling from the fire And feel content and wisdom in your heart, This is the best of life; when we are young We long to tread a way none trod before, But find the excellent old way through love And through the care of children to the hour Forbidding Fate and Time and Change goodbye.
men class cities
In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class.
dream artist despair
What portion in the world can the artist have, Who has awakened from the common dream, But dissipation and despair?