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
garden soil said
All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil.
green hunger ugliness
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told; I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart....
horse fighting sea
"Chaunt in his ear delusions magical, That he may fight the horses of the sea." The Druids took them to their mystery, And chaunted for three days.
time oxen behinds
And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.
uplifting dream spiritual
As I thought of these things, I drew aside the curtains and looked out into the darkness, and it seemed to my troubled fancy that all those little points of light filling the sky were the furnaces of innumerable divine alchemists, who labour continually, turning lead into gold, weariness into ecstasy, bodies into souls, the darkness into God; and at their perfect labour my mortality grew heavy, and I cried out, as so many dreamers and men of letters in our age have cried, for the birth of that elaborate spiritual beauty which could alone uplift souls weighted with so many dreams.
wings purple evening
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
faces spit
I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me
faces knows
What do we know but that we face one another in this place?
holiday gay wind
Come let us mock at the good That fancied goodness might be gay, And sick of solitude Might proclaim a holiday: Wind shrieked and where are they?
halloween lakes secret
I know of the leafy paths that the witches take Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool, And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake....
flames tree half
A tree there is that from its topmost bough Is half all glittering flame and half all green Abounding foliage moistened with the dew; And half is half and yet is all the scene; And half and half consume what they renew....
appreciation her-beauty
Time can but make her beauty over again.
sad lonely heart
The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.
sad sole mansions
But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.