can face this dree. To beasts of chase the lie is proffered: Timor Mortis Conturbat Me. The beast of foot sings Holdfast only, For flesh is bruckle and foot is slee. Strength to the strong and the lordly and lonely. Timor Mortis Exultat Me. The phrase is a refrain in Kenneth Rexroth's 1966 poem "Thou Shalt Not Kill". What became of Jim Oppenheim? Lola Ridge alone in an Icy furnished room? Orrick Johns, Hopping into the surf on his One leg? Elinor Wylie Who leaped like Kierkegaard? Sara Teasdale, where is she? Timor mortis conturbat me. Jack Vance parodies this convention in his novel The Palace of Love (1967). Writing through his character Navarth the Mad Poet, he relates a poem in which the stanzas end in such examples as Tim R. Mortiss degurgled me, Tim R. Mortiss disturgled me, Tim R. Mortiss occurgled me, etc. David Markson's 2001 postmodern novel This Is Not a Novel may also be seen as an extended example of the genre. The Latin phrase appears, translated as "The fear of death distresses me," and the novel's content is dominated by an extensive catalog of how hundreds of writers and artists died. See also Ubi sunt Memento mori References External links Online version of "A Lament of the Makers", which repeatedly employs the phrase timor mortis conturbat me Middle English poetry Latin words and phrases