Found in a second hand bookstore, "The Passionate Sightseer" written by Bernard Berenson and published in 1960. He was an american jewish connoisseur of art and renaissance period.
In his published diaries from 1947 - 56, he recounts on a trip to Libya, Tripoli, in May 1955. He shows photos of the Theatre at Sabratha with its great mosaic floor, he wrote about Leptis Magna and his awe at the roman ruins.
He says: "Leptis is, all considered, one of the most impressive fields of ruins on the shores of the Mediterranean and can stand the comparison even with Palmyra, the desert port, and with Baalbeck, its gigantic columns and its over-blown floreated decoration."
On the conservation in Libya, he says :" One cannot help wondering what will happen once the Allied control comes to an end. Will the Libyans want to carry on and preserve what may seem to them an intrusion from a hostile world? (...) But I hear too little of what goes on politically in this haven of peace and tranquility and cannot presume to form any judgement."
But our modern times art experts in the Arab World have enough tools to continue exploration and preservation with all western standards. It just needs the will to cherish History and stones
2 comments:
它是什么，
绝对没有，
只要几句话，
如果说我想念你的所有大，
有人说在口头上，并在行动等，
它轻轻地耳语一些，其他的节拍，
我有我的风格，我喜欢它在中国，
而对于一些白痴的话来形容，
我咕哝在susnkrit它，
它可能没有意义，
不过，我不再给一屎，
我住我的生命我的欢乐，
我的意思是，使其成为最好的，
我打算住伟大，
截至中毒，
直到我忘记了我的痛苦，
而只看到的快乐，
而这个字的缺陷，
成为一件艺术作品，
令人费解的，不连贯，
像我前面的线，
越来越明显和加深，
正如我知道上帝是不一致的，
按照设计或偶然，
我一直在观察，
他的涂鸦在这个世界上，
几乎能破解它，
我觉得太复杂，
太乱了我的脑海里，
有序的结构，
它是一个为简单起见，
通过逆境和发展，
在试图了解的迹象，
我几乎无法让这一切的感觉，
人性我觉得，
已经超过了神，
对于我的简单品味和心灵，
我完全没有结束的迹象，
这表明另一个生命或世界，
这完全是偶然的在这里等你，
但是这并不意味着我们承诺，
共同创造一个生命，
另一个奇怪的生活，
孩子，应减轻，
人类通过爱和宽容，
一个应解放自己，
从我们的理想奴役，
一个不完美的上帝，我们创造了我们，
我们害怕的理解，
没有发现，这是我们自己的预测，
和我们自己的监狱，我们的确是免费的，
自由地选择和生活，没有人会阻止它我们，
除了我们自己丧失工作能力。
关于自由人在逃
Some more poetry, thank you Alik for your beautiful profound words!
translated by google!
"What is it,
Absolutely not,
As long as a few words
If I miss you all the big,
Some people say that in words and in actions,
Some whisper it gently, the other beat,
I have my style, I like it in China,
If, for some idiot to describe
I mutter in susnkrit it
It may not have significance
However, I do not give a feces,
I live my life my joy,
What I mean is, making it the best,
I intend to live in a great,
As of poisoning,
Until I forget my pain,
Only to see the happy,
The word defects,
Become a work of art
Confusing, inconsistent,
Like the line in front of me,
More and more obvious and deeper
As I know that God is inconsistent,
By design or accident,
I have been observed,
His graffiti in this world,
Almost break it
I think that is too complex
Too messy to my mind,
Ordered structure,
It is a for simplicity,
Through adversity and the development of
In trying to understand the signs of
I almost can not make sense of it all,
Human nature, I think
More than the God
For my simple tastes and mind,
I have no end in sight,
This shows that the life of another or the world,
This is entirely an accident waiting here for you,
But this does not mean that we are committed,
Create a life
Another strange life
Children, should be reduced
Humanity through love and tolerance,
One should liberate themselves
From our ideal of slavery,
An imperfect God, we create our,
We understand the fear,
Not found, it is our own forecast,
And our own prisons, we are indeed free,
Freedom to choose and life, no one will stop it from us
In addition to our own incapacity.
Free man on the run"
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