Cand privesc fotografiile lui Travis Zielinski, simt poezia razboiului. Simt ca in mine este rascolita acea fascinatie inexplicabila pentru cea mai detestabila manifestare a naturii umane. Imaginile artistului intra in aceeasi camera obscura, acel tainic refugiu in care mai privesc cu rasuflarea accelerata elicopterele lui Coppola, decoland pe muzica lui Wagner si pe dementul personaj al lui Robert Duvall exclamand: Ador mirosul de napalm dimineata!

Tot aici, cuvintele lui Shakespeare isi fac loc in mintea mea fara sa ma pot impotrivi:

                                                                                    Pe capete de oameni va cadea

                                                                                    Blestemul greu si furia in case

                                                                                    ………………………………………..

                                                                                    Distrugerea si sangele si groaza

                                                                                    Atat vor parea obisnuite

                                                                                    Ca mamele-or zambi, vazandu-si pruncii

                                                                                    Crunt sfasiati in gheare de razboinici,

                                                                                    Cruzimea mila va inabusi-o.

                                                                                    ………………………………………….

                                                                                    Urcat fierbinte din infern, pamantul

                                                                                    L-o-nfiora, strigand cu glas tiranic

                                                                                    „Fara-ndurare”, pana cand copoii

                                                                                    Razboiului, scapati din lant, atata

                                                                                    Vor raspandi hidoasa lor isprava,

                                                                                    Ca tot pamantul o duhni a lesuri

                                                                                    Ce-si cata cuvioasa-ngropaciune.

                                                                                    (Iuliu Cezar, traducere: Tudor Vianu)

Aceasta este poezia razboiului. Savurati-o cu masura.