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Vincent Hollow | Ghost and Other Vital Organs

*Ghosts and Other Vital Organs*
  Author: Vincent Hollow

. "Literature must rest always on a principle, and temporal considerations are no principle at all. For, to the poet, all times and places are one; the stuff he deals with is eternal and eternally the same: no theme is inept, no past or present preferable." ~ Oscar Wilde


Poetry, mostly blank verse but really greatly presented. 
Liked the way the 362 paged book is divided into three parts:
I. Carpe Noctem
II. Memento Mori
III. Memento Vivere

Carpe noctem” means “Seize the night,” an exhortation to make the most of the night, enjoy the night. Its counterpoint is “Carpe diem,” “Seize the day,” which is actually a quote from Ode 1.11 of the poet Quintus Horatius Flaccus, known in English as Horace: “carpe diem quam minimum credula postero,” “pluck the day, trusting as little as possible in the next one.” .
Memento mori is a Latin phrase that translates to “remember you must die.” A memento mori is something, historically a skull, that serves as a reminder of death and mortality.

When you're sick of YOLO and carpe diem, psych yourself up with a new Latin phrase: Remember to live. Memento vivere is the flip side of Memento mori (“remember you must die”), which is a reminder that life is fragile. .

Enjoyed reading the book. The graphical appearance was great as well.


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