Little Blue House on the Prairie

 

I had yielded to the dramatizing suggestion of the park. It was sensation in its pure state. No, it was sensation apprehended as abyss. I was plunging into it. Once more I was lost, for I could see no way of getting out. I was hypnotized by persecution, but without ever bothering to find out by whom. I am rather lazy.

- Henri Micheaux, Miserable Miracle

He lived on a barge moored near a big town and his name was Cidrolin. He was served a not very fresh crayfish with glaucous mayonnaise. 

- Raymond Queneau, The Blue Flowers 

The House by the Cemetery (Lucio Fulci, 1981)

Blue Rita (Jess Franco, 1977)

Nearly a year ago now I moved from an increasingly claustrophobic, uninhabitable, and terminally gentrified condominium complex in Calgary's central Mission neighbourhood into a little, blue, and very wonderful house one neighbourhood to the east in Erlton, right at the other end of Lindsay Park, which is just about as accessible on foot from here as it was from the old haunt, though my feet now are much worse feet than they once were on account of necrotic tissue pain. It was my mother and my mother alone who made the move happen and I am at my best no more than an adequately humble beneficiary. The principal point of distinction of my little blue house on the prairie in Erlton—especially if you were pitching it to some fetching kawaii goth lady with a Hello Kitty on her Italian leather jacket—is that it is absolutely surrounded by cemeteries. Truly. You've probably never seen anything quite like it 'cause I know I sure hadn't. There are five substantial, noteworthy cemeteries in Erlton and all of them, the Chinese and Jewish cemeteries included, were established in the late 19th / early 20th centuries...though I guess you can't really call it living history...    

Aselefech Ashine and Getenesh Kebret with Army Band