EROSATIRE di Zanni Egeo Diomarta a cura di Diego Martina (I Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni di Stefano Donno)

 

In sintesi: Questa pagina presenta "Erosatire", un'opera letteraria di Zanni Egeo e Diomarta, pubblicata da IQDB Casa Editrice. Il contenuto esplora il confine tra satira sociale ed erotismo poetico, offrendo un'analisi critica e artistica della società moderna. Ideale per lettori in cerca di letteratura contemporanea audace e professionale.

L'Arte della Provocazione: Erosatire

Oltre il velo della convenzione. Un viaggio intellettuale tra la satira pungente di Zanni Egeo e la cura editoriale di Diomarta.

Perché Erosatire?

Non è solo un'opera, è una sfida al pensiero comune. Erosatire fonde la forza primordiale dell'eros con la lucidità tagliente della satira politica e sociale.

Stile Unico

Una narrazione moderna che non ha paura di osare, edita con rigore professionale da IQDB.

Riflessione Profonda

Un'analisi dei vizi e delle virtù umane attraverso la lente della letteratura contemporanea.

Un'esperienza editoriale esclusiva

Entra nel mondo di IQDB Casa Editrice. "Erosatire" rappresenta il punto d'incontro tra l'eleganza della forma e l'audacia del contenuto. È l'opera ideale per chi cerca profondità, bellezza e un pizzico di irriverenza.

"La satira è il sale della terra, l'eros è il suo motore."

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VIP - BIOGRAFIE E MEMORIE

 

CINEMA ARTE E CULTURA

 

Lettura del Giorno

 

"ANNA BOSCHI - ContaminAzioni: La lezione di un’Artista in dialogo costante con la Vita e la Poesia" di Donato Di Poce ( I Quaderni d'Arte del Bardo)

 

ANNA BOSCHI - ContaminAzioni

La lezione di un’Artista in dialogo costante con la Vita e la Poesia

Una Storia Intima di Amicizia e Creatività

Scritto da Donato Di Poce per I Quaderni d'Arte del Bardo, questo libro non è un semplice catalogo d'arte, ma il racconto autentico di un'amicizia tra un'artista e un poeta.

Esplora affinità artistiche e umane attraverso carte calligrafiche, poesie dedicate, inediti poetici di Anna Boschi, foto dei suoi lavori e cataloghi.

ContaminAzioni Poetiche e Artistiche

Scopri lampi di verità da incontri condivisi, che hanno portato a collaborazioni uniche: libri d'artista ispirati dalla poesia e la "Valigia della CreAttività".

Un dialogo costante tra vita, arte e poesia, perfetto per chi cerca ispirazione creativa e connessioni profonde.

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Mutations in the Mirror for X - Men by Stefano Donno

 Mutations in the Mirror

In the fractured glass of dawn,

they assemble—not heroes, but echoes

of what the world discards. Cyclops' gaze

a laser-cut confession, slicing through

the pretense of normalcy, while Storm

summons thunder from her throat,

a dialect of rain and rage.

We, the outliers, wear our skins

like borrowed suits, tailored with spikes

or wings that fold against the spine.

Magneto's pull, that ferrous whisper,

bends the bars of cages we never built,

yet inhabit. In this hybrid house,

free verse of flesh and fury,

we rewrite the epic: not conquest,

but coexistence, a metric of mismatched

heartbeats syncing in the storm's eye.

X marks the spot where difference

blooms, not as curse, but code—

evolving, insistent, alive.

Wolverine's Soliloquy: Claws and Echoes

Snikt— the sound of memory unsheathing,

adamantium ghosts in my veins,

a savage salvage of forgotten wars.

I heal, but scars script my story

in Braille for the blind to envy.

Bub, they call me, as if a bubble

could contain this feral froth,

bubbling up from Canadian wilds

to mansion halls where kids

with powers play at peace.

In fragmented nights, I prowl

the edges of dreams, slashing

through the silk of silence—

surreal survivor, droll in death's

doorway, murmuring obscene

numbers of lives I've outlived.

Yet here, in this pack of misfits,

I find a sweet repetition: slash,

regrow, repeat. Not hero, but hound,

loyal to the bone.

Xavier's Dream: Hybrid Codex

[Panel 1: Cerebro hums, a cerebral web

spinning threads of thought across divides.]

Professor, they say, teach us to hide

our gifts in plain sight—telepathy

as truce, not trespass. But in 2026's

verse, we experiment: minds merge

like micro-poems, brief bursts

of empathy exploding borders.

[Fragment: Magneto's manifesto,

scrawled in magnetic ink—

"Brotherhood or bust."]

We mother mutants from the margins,

Black, brown, blue-skinned kin,

storming the gates with wind and wit.

No tyranny of taste here, only

the power of poetry's periphery—

urgent, daring, a collective making

where X is not exclusion, but expansion.

[End panel: Dawn breaks, wheels turn,

the dream persists.]

Teologia del XX secolo

 

Teologia Medievale

 

Nel Tempio di Hermes

 

Ode to the Wind's Architect for Hayao Miyazaki by Stefano Donno

 Ode to the Wind's Architect

In the hush of a studio, where pencils whisper

like leaves in a forgotten forest,

you sketch worlds where machines hum

with the breath of ancient kami—

not conquerors, but companions,

rusting gently into earth's embrace.

The boy and the heron fold into one,

a hybrid flight: feathers of ink,

engines of dream. No rigid sonnet here,

but a free verse spiral, looping

through smog-choked skies to valleys

where toxic jungles bloom with warning.

Pacifist strokes defy the bomb's shadow—

your planes, once warbirds, now carry

children across borders of wonder,

refusing the straight line of destruction.

Environmental elegy in celluloid frames:

rivers run clean in your gaze,

spirits dance in the pollution's wake.

We, the audience, hybrid too—

part scholar parsing your metaphors,

part child chasing fireflies in the dark.

Your legacy: not awards etched in gold,

but the quiet rebellion of growth,

where humanity kneels to the wild.

Spirited Currents: A Fragmented Invocation

From the bathhouse ledger, entry undated:

Chihiro crosses the bridge, name stolen,

renamed Sen—identity a currency

in the spirit economy. You, Miyazaki,

craft this as micro-poetry: short bursts

of loss and reclaim, no epic sprawl,

but intimate shards, like shattered porcelain

reassembled in the river's flow.

War's echo in a moving castle:

Howl's heart, a falling star, pacifist pulse

beating against the machinery of conflict.

Experimental rhythm—staccato steps

of soot sprites, elongated pauses

where nature exhales, forgiving

the human intrusion.

Interlude: Found form from a Ghibli script

"Trees were once temples," you murmur

through Totoro's grin, environmental psalm

blurring genre: animation as manifesto,

poetry as protest. In 2026's digital haze,

you call AI an insult to life—

your hand-drawn lines, organic, alive,

defy the algorithm's cold mimicry.

We read your films as hybrid texts:

visual verse, where feminism sprouts

from Mononoke's wolf-girl howl,

pacifism in Nausicaä's gentle glide.

Accessible innovation: no ivory tower,

just open fields where publics gather,

inhaling the wind that rises.

Echoes of the Valley Wind

Post-apocalyptic pastoral: you paint

valleys where insects tower like gods,

humans humbled, learning to listen.

Free verse unfurls like fungal spores—

no meter imposed, but the natural cadence

of breath, of wind shearing through ruins.

Achievements stack like awards unspoken:

Oscars for spirits away, global whispers

of your name, yet public image steadfast—

elder sage, critiquing war's futility,

environmental guardian in animator's guise.

Metafores bloom: planes as peace envoys,

children as saviors, women as warriors

without weapons. Hybrid form here:

blend of haibun and prose fragment,

a nod to contemporary blurring—

poem as storyboard, each line a frame.

In your world, growth is the ultimate act

of defiance: roots piercing concrete,

imagination outpacing despair.

For academics, layers of Shinto depth;

for the general heart, simple magic—

a balance you master, eternal as the heron's cry