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June 16th, 2009


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08:22 am - Prompts!!!!
THE PROMPT TABLE IS NOW CLOSED.
IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS OR CONCERNS, PLEASE SEE A MOD ASAP.

Below please find our prompt table for the 2009 RS_Games. Prompts are based upon the original Pride Flag designed by Gilbert Baker. The flag represents unity through diversity and was inspired by the song, “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”

You need to choose only one color and either the word prompt, the poem prompt, or the picture prompt. Please know that if you choose the word prompt you can use one or both of the words.

Please copy the following form and fill it out when you reply. Sign-ups close at 11:59PM EST (like NYC) on Tuesday, June 23nd.

<b>User name</b>:
<b>Team</b>:
<b>Color</b>:
<b>Prompt</b>:

Here is a sample:
User name: brighty18
Team: Mod (lol)
Color: Indigo
Prompt: Poem


RS Games Prompt Table
Color
Word PromptPoemPicture
Pink

Sexuality/
Love
Shame is the shawl of Pink
In which we wrap the Soul
To keep it from infesting Eyes] -
The elemental Veil
Which helpless Nature drops
When pushed upon a scene
Repugnant to her probity -
Shame is the tint divine


Emily Dickinson, "Shame is the Shawl of Pink"


David Romero, Portrait of Joshas
RedLife/
Strength
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Pablo Neruda, "If You Forget Me"


Dans le Lit, 1893.
OrangeHealing/
Understanding
The moon hangs low tonight over the city
the colour of a blood orange
a portent of hate,
the same colour as the flames
enveloping a man on his knees,
reaching out to the masses
around him – onlookers
who do not see him,
his person,
his past,
denying him his future in this
city over which the orange moon rises


Yuri Nieman "Blood Orange Moon"
YellowSunlight/
Happiness
My bed is covered yellow - Oh Sun, I sit on you
Oh golden field I lay on you
Oh money I dream of you
More, More, cried the bed - talk to me more -
Oh bed that taked the weight of the world -
all the lost dreams laid on you


- from "My Bed is Covered Yellow" by Peter Orlovsky

Two Men Contemplating the Moon 1819
GreenNature/
Peace
Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window
,

from "Before Summer Rain," by “Rainer Maria Rilke”
TurquoiseMagic/
Art
And the wheel that broke as the cart went by.
It is not a voice that is under the eaves.
It is not speech, the sound we hear

In this conversation, but the sound
Of things and their motion: the other man,
A turquoise monster moving round.


From Wallace Stevens, "Continual Conversations with a Silent Man

Bedroom in Arles, c.1888
IndigoSerenity/
Harmony
So sweep away your fallen echoes of yesterday
let go of your past
and fly into indigo.

Let out your hate like a banshee's song
heart crushed and impaled like never before
ignore the bruises and fall into the indigo.

Wander no more through figurative mazes
come home to me weary traveler
and follow me into the indigo.

Into the indigo,
we'll run through fields of dreamers lies
dip our feet in the devils water
and transcend what we once knew.

We'll transcend the hate
the lies
the joy
and the love

We will become fire, water, wind, earth

and burn down those mazes,
and sleep in those dreaming lies

And this is what could happen should you fall.

Into indigo.

Elizabeth Willatt, "Into Indigo"



Violet


Spirit/
Spirituality
The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day.

Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star.

Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Highhearted youth comes not again

Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know
The signs that mock me as I go.


James Joyce, "Bahnhofstrasse" .


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From:giddymorose
Date:June 16th, 2009 12:46 pm (UTC)
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User name: giddymorose
Team: Canon
Color: Orange
Prompt: Poem
From:rsgamesmods
Date:June 16th, 2009 01:14 pm (UTC)
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Thanks!!!

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