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
cent cost five heard hundred jewelry mean moment ten wide worth
But I do mean to say, I have heard her declare,When at the same moment she had on a dressWhich cost five hundred dollars, and not a cent less,And jewelry worth ten times more, I should guess,That she had not a thing in the wide world to wear!
truly
Really and truly -- I've nothing to wear.
berry god
Doubtless God could have made a better berry (than the strawberry), but doubtless God never did
art fighting men
The nation that will insist upon drawing a broad line of demarcation between the fighting man and the thinking man is liable to find its fighting done by fools and its thinking by cowards.
accidents barely case choose life man reason simple understand woman
I think a man and a woman should choose each other for life, for the simple reason that a long life with all its accidents is barely enough for a man and a woman to understand each other; and in this case to understand is to love.
cannot disaster fashion man mould passion pen permitted seek sing takes
It is not permitted to a man who takes up pen or chisel, to seek originality, for passion is his only business, and he cannot but mould or sing after a new fashion because no disaster is like another.
beauty decay endless joy land time wisdom
Land of Heart's Desire, Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
irish learn whatever
Irish poets, learn your trade,Sing whatever is well made.
dream rightly whatever
Well, to see rightly is the whole of wisdom, whatever dream be with us.
brutal fed grown heart
We had fed the heart on fantasies,The heart's grown brutal from the fare.
others ourselves poetry quarrels
Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.
great hate ireland
Out of Ireland have we come. Great hatred, little room, Maimed us at the start.
death excited grow heights meet others vow
Others because you did not keepThat deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;Yet always when I look death in the face,When I clamber to the heights of sleep,Or when I grow excited with wine,Suddenly I meet your face.
bet cannot embody irish-poet man truth
Man can embody truth bet he cannot know it.