# Basil Bunting

Basil Cheesman Bunting (March 3, 1900 – April 17, 1985) was a British modernist poet.

## Quotes
### I SUGGEST Advice to Young Poets

* Compose aloud: poetry is a sound.
* Never explain- your reader is as smart as you. Your reader is not just any reader, but is the rare one with ears in his head.
** I SUGGEST Advice to Young Poets Basili Bunting Poetry Archive, Durham University Library 190

### Basil Bunting on Poetry

* All you can usually say about a poem or a picture is, 'Look at it, listen to it.' Whether you listen to a piece of music or a poem, or look at a picture or a jug or a piece of sculpture, what matters about it is not what it has in common with others of its kind, but what is singularly its own."
** Basil Bunting on Poetry ed Peter Makin, The Johns Hopkins University Press; New edition (1 Oct 2003) ISBN 978-0801877506

### from "Villon" (1930)

* He whom we anatomized ‘whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly he described things’ speaks to us, hatching marrow, broody all night over the bones of a deadman.
* Then he saw his ghosts glitter with golden hands, the Emperor sliding up and up from his tomb alongside Charles. These things are not obliterate. White gobs spitten for mockery; and I too shall have CY GIST, written over me.
* Remember, imbeciles and wits, sots and ascetics, fair and foul, young girls with little tender tits, that DEATH is written over all. Worn hides that scarcely clothe the soul they are so rotten, old and thin, or firm and soft and warm and full— fellmonger Death gets every skin.
* Mine was a threeplank bed whereon I lay and cursed the weary sun. They took away the prison clothes and on the frosty nights I froze. I had a Bible where I read that Jesus came to raise the dead— I kept myself from going mad by singing an old bawdy ballad and birds sang on my windowsill and tortured me till I was ill
* The sea has no renewal, no forgetting, no variety of death, is silent with the silence of a single note.

### What The Chairman Told Tom, from Odes II:6 (1965)

* Poetry? It's a hobby. I run model trains. Mr Shaw there breeds pigeons. It's not work. You don't sweat. Nobody pays for it. You could advertise soap.
* Who says it's poetry, anyhow? My ten year old can do it and rhyme. Mr Hines says so, and he's a schoolteacher, he ought to know. Go and find work

### On the Flyleaf of Pounds Cantos, from Odes I:37 (1949)

* There are the Alps. What is there to say about them? They don't make sense. Fatal glaciers, crags cranks climb, jumbled boulder and weed, pasture and boulder, scree, et l'on entend, maybe, le refrain joyeux et leger. Who knows what the ice will have scraped on the rock it is smoothing?There they are, you will have to go a long way round if you want to avoid them. It takes some getting used to. There are the Alps, fools! Sit down and wait for them to crumble!

## External links

* Basil Bunting Poetry Centre
* Basil Bunting's Grave
* Basil Bunting Home Page at EPC, Buffalo
* At Briggflatts Meetinghouse recording read by the author
* Minor Poet, Not Conspicuously Dishonest Richard Caddel's Introduction to Complete Poems
* Review of Complete Poems