#nordau

[1-trickpegasus]

Letter N - An Alphabet of Celebrities (1899) — Oliver Herford & Bertram Grosvenor Goodhue

"N is for Napoleon, shrouded in gloom, With Nero, Narcissus, and Nordau, to whom He's explaining the manual of arms with a broom"

[habierlopez]

The Nordau Beach was created in response to the needs of the religious community. In Judaism, women and men cannot go to a mixed beach where men and women mingle due to modesty reasons. However, there is no problem with men and women enjoying all that the beach has to offer with people of the same gender. Therefore the #Nordau #Beach is surrounded by high walls that separate it from the neighboring Hilton and Sheraton Beaches, ensuring that people of the opposite gender will not be able to see whoever is visiting the beach. In addition, there are separate visiting days for men and women. Women visit the beach on Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays and men visit on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The beach is not open on Saturday because religious people cannot visit the beach on Saturday, the Sabbath day in Judaism, due to #Jewish law. In addition to religious women who come to enjoy the beach in an environment that meets religious standards, it isn’t unusual for non-religious women to come to on women's days in order to enjoy the beach without wandering male eyes. There are sports facilities, children's games and deck chairs for rent, as well as a café. | #TelAviv #Israel #IL #travel #worldcommuter #blackandwhite #vintage #photography #streetphotography (at חוף מציצים Mezizim BEACH)

[papesatan]

Fissando il suo avvenire, lo vedeva pari ad un grigio, deserto mare in sulla sera; oscuro, senza forma, né limiti, senza contenuto, né moto.

Max Nordau, La malattia del secolo

[lukacat]

Man is weary, and there is no faith that it is worth an effort to uphold them. Views that have hitherto governed minds are dead or driven hence like disenthroned kings. Meanwhile interregnum in all its terrors prevails; there is confusion among the powers that be; the million, robbed of its leaders, knows not where to turn; the strong work their will; false prophets arise, and dominion is divided amongst those whose rod is the heavier because their time is short. Men look with longing for whatever new things are at hand, without presage whence they will come or what they will be. They have hope that in the chaos of thought, art may yield revelations of the order that is to follow on this tangled web. The poet, the musician, is to announce, or divine, or at least suggest in what forms civilization will further be evolved. What shall be considered good to-morrow — what shall be beautiful? What shall we know to-morrow — what believe in? What shall inspire us? How shall we enjoy? So rings the question from the thousand voices of the people, and where a market-vendor sets up his booth and claims to give an answer, where a fool or a knave suddenly begins to prophesy in verse or prose, in sound or colour, or professes to practise his art otherwise than his predecessors and competitors, there gathers a great concourse, crowding around him to seek in what he has wrought, as in oracles of the Pythia, some meaning to be divined and interpreted. And the more vague and insignificant they are, the more they seem to convey of the future to the poor gaping souls gasping for revelations, and the more greedily and passionately are they expounded.

DEGENERATION 1895 Max Nordau

[vcrfl-blog]

Culture and command over the powers of nature are solely the result of attention; all errors, all superstition, the consequence of defective attention.

Max Nordau, Degeneration, 1892.