Basil Bunting, in a photo taken by poet and photographer Jonathan Williams
|Born||Basil Cheesman Bunting
1 March 1900
Scotswood-on-Tyne, Northumberland, England, UK
|Died||17 April 1985
Hexham, Northumberland, England, UK
|Resting place||Quaker graveyard at Brigflatts, Sedbergh, Cumbria, England|
|Occupation||Poet, military intelligence analyst, diplomat, journalist|
|Alma mater||London School of Economics (did not graduate)|
|Notable works||“Briggflatts” (1966)|
The mystic purchases a moment of exhilaration with a lifetime of confusion; and the confusion is infectious and destructive. It is confusing and destructive to try and explain anything in terms of anything else, poetry in terms of psychology.
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.