Basil Bunting

Person · Open Library

Works

17

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Music · MusicBrainz

Type

Person

Gender

Male

Origin

United Kingdom

Active from

1900-03-01

Active to

1985-04-17

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Listeners · Last.fm

Listeners

122

Total plays

409

Basil Cheesman Bunting (1 March 1900 – 17 April 1985) was a significant British modernist poet whose reputation was established with the publication of Briggflatts in 1966. He had a lifelong interest in music that led him to emphasise the sonic qualities of poetry, particularly the importance of reading poetry aloud. He was an accomplished reader of his own work, and a born modernist. <a href="https://www.last.fm/music/Basil+Bunting">Read more on Last.fm</a>

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Recent publications · Crossref

5 total works indexed

1. 2021 ESC Guidelines for the diagnosis and treatment of acute and chronic heart failure

   · 2021 · cited 12,141x

2. Dabigatran versus Warfarin in Patients with Atrial Fibrillation

   · 2009 · cited 9,216x

3. 2020 ESC Guidelines for the diagnosis and management of atrial fibrillation developed in collaboration with the European Association for Cardio-Thoracic Surgery (EACTS)

   · 2020 · cited 8,249x

4. 2019 ESC/EAS Guidelines for the management of dyslipidaemias: <i>lipid modification to reduce cardiovascular risk</i>

   · 2019 · cited 7,872x

5. Apixaban versus Warfarin in Patients with Atrial Fibrillation

   · 2011 · cited 7,536x

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Quotes

• “He whom we anatomized‘whose words we gathered as pleasant flowersand thought on his wit and how neatly he described things’speaksto us, hatching marrow,broody all night over the bones of a deadman.”
• “Remember, imbeciles and wits,sots and ascetics, fair and foul,young girls with little tender tits,that is written over all. Worn hides that scarcely clothe the soulthey are so rotten, old and thin,or firm and soft and warm and full—fellmonger Death gets every skin.”
• “Mine was a threeplank bed whereonI lay and cursed the weary sun.They took away the prison clothesand on the frosty nights I froze.I had a Bible where I readthat Jesus came to raise the dead—I kept myself from going madby singing an old bawdy balladand birds sang on my windowsilland 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.”
• “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 oldcan do it and rhyme.Mr Hines says so, and he's a schoolteacher,he ought to know.Go and find work”

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