The light turned foul
a spoiled shell of what had been
the smiles morphed to scowls
when the backs face
and sin awaits
your eyes wandering and hungering
for more more more
and aching for less
of the hollow drone
that you now know
I wish I could remember the way your bright enchanted my eyes
you, a flicking flame in the night
coursing your light through parted lips
and wrapping my chemistry about your fingers
you owned me, claimed me
insanity and vanity
paired to be tempestuous and free
until night smothered the source of the fire
and crumbling our heated desire
faltered into the ashes
coating our lungs despite
the bated breath and gritted teeth.
voices dissenting, corpses descending
gasping for air,
We come to an end.
Remember when you once shocked your moth into submission?
But now your waning brilliance
is a vestige of the past
fission occupies our distant minds
incessant luminescence searching for a sign of the sublime
Scribble Down Some Drivel
Nonsense makes sense here.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Clonic
"Clonic" as choreographed by Sylvana Tapia
Music composed by Clint Mansell, Performed by the Kronos Quartet
Performed by the Adelphi University Dance Majors and Minors at the Fall 2009 Dance Workshop.
Music composed by Clint Mansell, Performed by the Kronos Quartet
Performed by the Adelphi University Dance Majors and Minors at the Fall 2009 Dance Workshop.
"Break Away" by Sylvana Tapia
"Break Away" as performed for the Spring 2009 Dance Workshop at Adelphi University.
Music by Steve Reich.
Music by Steve Reich.
Breakaway - a dance by Sylvana Tapia
First piece I choreographed at Adelphi University for Trebien's comp class, Spring 2009. We've come a long way since then, haha.
Entitled "Break Away"
Music by Steve Reich
Entitled "Break Away"
Music by Steve Reich
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
" 'b'ane " by Sylvana Tapia
Choreography by Sylvana Tapia, performed by the Adelphi University Dance Majors and Minors at the Spring 2010 Dance Workshop
Music Composed by Kevin Volans, Performed by the Duke Quartet
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Passing into His Mouth
The dense shadows of the poorly lit room dive into the vast creases of the man’s wrinkled skin as he lays confined to his bed. Only a thin strip of murky light is available to highlight his rumpled brows and clenched eyes, the tears that had hardened to form a crusty glue at the symphysis of his lash-less lids. The sheets, threadbare and irrevocably stained with a blotchy mixture of saliva, mucous, and vomit, infect the room with the sour odor of rotting milk. Unable to digest the rank stench of imminent death, the once ebullient plant on the windowsill curls inward and finally withers into a crispy heap of matter.
Stagnant particles of air laden with dust wander with listless desire into the faint beam of light, becoming visible just before disappearing into the shadow-world beyond or simply deciding to settle into the substantial creases of chaffed lips and agonized eyes. Shriveled skin cells, refined insect wings, pulverized bits of hair from both human and creature, specks of feces: suspended in air, riding the raspy flow of air into the brittle lungs of a dying man.
A hollow cough.
Eyelids peel open.
He chokes on his own saliva, bracing himself for another puddle of vomit on a carpet and bed sheet already burdened with enough filth. The dry retching ceases, but the heaving persists, congealing his heart into an object both frail and rigid, like once-flexible molten glass turned stiff, immobile, fragile. The air sacs of his lungs strain to absorb oxygen, but only succeed in crumbling under the weight of grime.
Hands grapple for life, unclipped nails digging into the threads of the mattress as his eyes widen to absorb the image of the last place he will ever inhabit. Sweat slides coolly and effortlessly down his brow and slinks beneath his eyelids. Suffocated by his lolling tongue and blinded by the stinging brine of sweat, he blinks furiously to focus on the approaching figure—an impossibly old being, decomposing to the bone. Its starry eyes remain intact, however, slicing through the shadows.
The figure’s rotting lips stretch kindly as the man’s body clenches one last time, leaving the toes splayed, the tongue curled toward the throat, the heart frozen, the eyes watching with awe as its mouth expands with the exploding force of the universe, taking him into soothing velvety shadows as he melts away.
Stagnant particles of air laden with dust wander with listless desire into the faint beam of light, becoming visible just before disappearing into the shadow-world beyond or simply deciding to settle into the substantial creases of chaffed lips and agonized eyes. Shriveled skin cells, refined insect wings, pulverized bits of hair from both human and creature, specks of feces: suspended in air, riding the raspy flow of air into the brittle lungs of a dying man.
A hollow cough.
Eyelids peel open.
He chokes on his own saliva, bracing himself for another puddle of vomit on a carpet and bed sheet already burdened with enough filth. The dry retching ceases, but the heaving persists, congealing his heart into an object both frail and rigid, like once-flexible molten glass turned stiff, immobile, fragile. The air sacs of his lungs strain to absorb oxygen, but only succeed in crumbling under the weight of grime.
Hands grapple for life, unclipped nails digging into the threads of the mattress as his eyes widen to absorb the image of the last place he will ever inhabit. Sweat slides coolly and effortlessly down his brow and slinks beneath his eyelids. Suffocated by his lolling tongue and blinded by the stinging brine of sweat, he blinks furiously to focus on the approaching figure—an impossibly old being, decomposing to the bone. Its starry eyes remain intact, however, slicing through the shadows.
The figure’s rotting lips stretch kindly as the man’s body clenches one last time, leaving the toes splayed, the tongue curled toward the throat, the heart frozen, the eyes watching with awe as its mouth expands with the exploding force of the universe, taking him into soothing velvety shadows as he melts away.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Influened String of Thoughts

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