Ode to the Firestarters for The Prodigy by Stefano Donno

 Ode to the Firestarters

In the glitch of night, where basslines fracture

the spine of silence, you rise—

electronic insurgents, Essex-born,

Liam's keys a Moog prophecy,

unleashing beats that pulse like rebel veins.

Fat of the land stripped bare,

your anthems carve canyons in the crowd,

bodies colliding in strobe-lit chaos,

Keith's twisted grin a punk sacrament,

fire in his throat, igniting the void.

Seven years echo in the drop,

a memorial bench etched with antlers,

where Maxim's roar bridges the gap,

evil rave brewing in 2026's haze—

inflammatory rhythms, Carl Cox shadows,

tour vans thundering through Milton Keynes.

You breathe life into the jilted generation,

out of space, invaders unyielding,

sampling the fury of Public Enemy,

hashing Al Naafiysh into hybrid thunder.

No tourists here, just warriors dancing,

provocateurs smacking the bitch up,

controversy your fuel, Guinness records shattered,

25 million echoes sold worldwide.

In this free verse frenzy, we raise the roof,

your legacy a breakbeat heartbeat,

eternal in the mosh, the sweat, the scream—

The Prodigy, gods of the alternative masses,

punk electrons forever firing.

Breathe in the Beat

Fragmented pulses / scatter across the arena floor

like shattered vinyl shards,

your sound a hybrid beast—

rave's raw edge fused with punk's snarl,

Liam orchestrating from the shadows,

Maxim's beatbox breath inflating the void.

(Repeat: invaders must die,

invaders must die—

a loop that defies the Criminal Justice Act,

your rebellion encoded in every synth stab.)

Keith's ghost lingers in the strobe,

firestarter veins still burning,

2019's loss a glitch in the matrix,

but you persist, no surrender,

2026 tours unleashing evil rave,

outdoor warriors at Wythenshawe, Edinburgh,

Dublin's modern art museum vibrating.

Micro-bursts of eco-rage in your tracks,

nature's fury sampled, distorted,

social commentary hidden in the drop—

against commercialization, against the tame.

We inhale your influence, exhale the chaos,

electronic rock, breakbeat hardcore,

your public image a mirror to our frenzy,

accessible yet avant-garde,

resonating in academia's halls and rave's underbelly.

Invaders' Legacy

We thread through the timeline:

1990, Braintree's underground pulse—

Howlett's tape, Flint's dare, Thornhill's leap,

Sharky's brief spark, Maxim's impromptu fire.

Fast-forward fragments:

'Charly' climbs charts, 'Everybody in the Place' unites,

Jilted Generation tops, Fat of the Land conquers globes—

Breathe, Omen, Nasty, Wild Frontier.

Experimental metrics here:

short lines punch like bass kicks,

long ones stretch like synth sustains,

repetition mimics the loop, the remix.

Your persona: electronic punks,

godfathers of rave, stadium shakers,

influencing techno tides, rap rock waves.

Controversies as badges—Daily Mail bans,

Wal-Mart withdrawals, Beastie Boys beefs—

fueling the flame.

Now, 2026: new album whispers 'evil,'

re-release Firestarter on black vinyl,

tours with Cox, Rodigan,

a documentary pulse from 2021.

In this performative poetics,

your identity queerly defiant,

trauma-touched yet triumphant,

a sovereign sound confronting legacies,

hybrid, diverse, unbowed.

The Prodigy: eternal invaders,

must not die

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Nine Veils Burning for Slipknot by Stefano Donno

 1. “Nine Veils Burning”

We wear the same face nine times

and none of it is ours.

Iowa corn whispers in the dark,

stalks sharp as teeth,

and the maggots rise

not to rot

but to remember they were born inside the wound.

Corey spits the sky open —

one scream, nine throats.

The mask cracks like cheap porcelain

under stage lights that burn like confession.

We are the boiler suits soaked in gasoline,

the numbers tattooed on skin that forgot its name.

Maggot. Maggot. Maggot.

Say it until it sounds like prayer.

Say it until the Bible Belt tightens

and snaps.

We do not ask for light.

We chew through the dark

until the dark learns our names

and screams them back

in 4/4 time,

nine hearts detonating

as one.

2. “Maggot Psalm / Iowa Fragment”

Section 1 (The Masks Speak)

We are the nine dead ends

that refused to stay dead.

Each latex grin a different lie

the world told us was safety.

Clown laughs first —

the rest follow like thunder

learning how to walk.

Section 2 (The Maggots Answer)

You called us maggots

so we learned to fly.

We crawled out of your small-town silence,

out of the corn that drinks diesel and regret,

out of the churches that preached quiet

while our fathers drank the roof off the house.

Now we wear your disgust like crowns.

Prose interruption / chorus:

And when the pit opens — when the bodies slam and the sweat tastes like rust — there is no audience, only congregation. Nine masks. One pulse. The sound is not music. The sound is the moment the mask finally melts and you see your own face underneath, screaming in perfect pitch with the rest of us. Iowa taught us this: everything beautiful starts in the dirt and ends in the fire. We just brought the fire early.

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Onirico blues di Valeria Dal Bo (collana Fuochi diretta da Ottavio Rossani) per i Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni di Stefano Donno

 

Onirico Blues

Valeria Dal Bo
Collana Fuochi – I Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni

Dal sogno alla coscienza del vivere.
Un viaggio poetico tra illusione e realtà.

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Disponibile su Amazon • ISBN B0BSY14JMC • 26 gennaio 2023

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Dal sogno alla coscienza del vivere, un viaggio dentro l’illuminazione della mente. Un giro di trasferimenti dall’illusione alla concretezza del vissuto.

Le poesie – o piuttosto i racconti poetici – di Valeria Dal Bo in questa raccolta Onirico Blues sono una successione di immagini. La sorgente sono i sogni. Il mezzo di trasporto nella vita reale sono le parole.

Non è però una questione di contenuto: è soprattutto una questione di ritmo. Un ritmo che scivola tra desiderio e contraddizione. Immagini fissate nell’album delle possibilità tra vita e morte parlano, raccontano violenze non rivelate, paure subite, analisi autogestite nel risalire verso la superficie dell’esistenza.

Un continuo rapporto con la chiusura o apertura delle porte. E l’improvviso cambiamento di condizione con l’opportunità di uscire “a rivedere le stelle” di nuovi desideri, di nuove soste e di nuove ripartenze.

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“Un ritmo che scivola tra desiderio e contraddizione… l’opportunità di uscire ‘a rivedere le stelle’ di nuovi desideri, di nuove soste e di nuove ripartenze.”

— Ottavio Rossani
Curatore della collana Fuochi

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