Mortmain
Mortmain is the perpetual, inalienable ownership of real estate by a corporation or legal institution; the term is usually used in the context of its prohibition. Historically, the land owner usually would be the religious office of a church; today, insofar as mortmain prohibitions against perpetual ownership still exist, it refers most often to modern companies and charitable trusts. The term "mortmain" is derived from Mediaeval Latin mortua manus, literally "dead hand", through Old French morte main.
History
During the Middle Ages in countries such as England, the church acquired a substantial amount of real estate. As the church and religious orders were each recognised as a legal person separate from the office holder who administered the church land (such as the abbot or the bishop), the land would not escheat on the death of the holder, or pass by inheritance, as the church and the religious orders would not die. The land was held in perpetuity. This was in contrast to feudal practice in which the nobility would hold land granted by the king in return for service, especially service in war.
Podcasts:
Matching books:
Mortmain()
ALBUMS
- Ringworm, Volume 1 released: 1999
Ringworm, Volume 1
Released 1999- The Bleeding
- Cherished Agony (Last Drops)
- Azrael Trigger
- Greasing the Palms of Hope
- Pathogenic Toxemia
- (re)possessed
- Cloud of Unknowing
- Oracle (Embryonic)
- Robotics (U-JAK)
- Destruction
- U.F.O.
- Give (Direct Injection mix)
- Ripples in the Mono (edit)
- Ignorant
- Frantic
- Self Denied
- Paraselene Interior
- Remoteness of Insanity
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
-
by Mary Timony
Painted Horses
by: Mary TimonyAll the painted horses
Never cry
I want to fly on one of them in the sky
Please rescue me but beware
I live with the ravens in the air
Don't despair
All the painted horses
Never die
I want to fly on one of them in the sky
Please kill me with your song
I'm already dead it shouldn't take too long
A mysterious friend and I
Dove into the sea of wine
He made a really good case against me