She wore blue

Prelude in Blue

from ‚Sacre Bleu‘ by Christopher Moore

„This is a story about the color blue. It may dodge and wave, hide and deceive, take you down paths of love and history and inspiration, but it’s always about blue.

How do you know, when you think blue – when you say blue – that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?

You cannot get a grip on blue.

Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, a devil’s tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgin’s cloak, a monkey’s ass. It’s a butterfly, a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the brightest day.

Blue is sly, slick, it slides into the room sideways, a slippery trickster.

This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it. Blue is beauty, not truth. „True blue“ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color.

Even deep blue is shallow.

Blue is glory and power, a wave, a particle, a vibration, a resonance, a spirit, a passion, a memory, a vanity, a metaphor, a dream.

Blue is a simile.

Blue, she is a woman.“

 

 

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  1. Blue is beautiful and Moore is right in describing her as a slippery trickster. Sometimes I find the sky such a delicious blue I can nearly feel my eyes eating it it’s so rich and on other days it feels so pale and wan it’s an almost non-blue. Thank you 🙂

    1. You’re welcome. Glad you liked it. These are the first lines of the book, the only words I’ve read from it so far as I’m still waiting to receive my signed copy. As for the blue of the sky – you are absolutely right, it is beautiful and sometimes very tricky to capture. As I’m often in a hurry and not paying that much attention to my camera settings and the current circumstances, I often overexpose my pictures and sometimes prefer a cloudy sky. And it gives water a deepness I really like.

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