darkness of noon

Harry Potter and the Petersons Petunias
  • Some 10 years after the defeat of Voldemort, a new dark order threatens to destroy the wizarding world. Desperate for a saviour, they turn to the one who's never failed them...
  • Head Auror: *knocks on the door to the Potter residence*
  • Harry: *opens the door*
  • Harry: No.
  • Head Auror: Mister Potter, we need your help. The situation is dire. The people need a saviour.
  • Harry: Uhuh. Have you tried down the street? If the Petersons are as good at defeating dark wizards as they are at gardening, you're golden.
  • Head Auror: I... I don't think you understand.
  • Harry: Four years in a row they've won the 'prettiest plants'-trophy. I mean, my lilies aren't perfect but they have character, y'know? Don't they look nice?
  • Head Auror: I- well yes, but-
  • Harry: Besides, anyone can grow Petunias. Seriously.
  • Head Auror: Mr Potter. We need your help to defeat the dark forces.
  • Harry: I'm kind of busy though. So I'll have to pass.
  • Head Auror: Are you really not going to fight? You're a Gryffindor!
  • Harry: Actually, the hat wanted to put me in Slytherin. so no.
  • Head Auror: You don't understand! They are spreading terror and destruction everywhere!
  • Harry: I've got three toddlers. I'd like to see the dark forces rival their ability to create terror and destruction.
  • Head Auror: Mr Potter-
  • Ginny: *from inside the house* Who's at the door?
  • Harry: The ministry wants me to fight the Death Eater Sequels.
  • Ginny: And leave me alone with these monsters? James just ate a bar of soap. No way are you getting out of babysitting just so you can go have fun.
  • Harry: *to the Head Auror* And there you have it. Wife says no. have a nice day.
  • Head Auror: I- The world is in peril!!
  • Harry: My personal hygiene is in peril. James just ate my soap. Do me a solid and send a drought spell at the Petersons flowers on the way back, will you? Thanks.
  • Harry: *closes the door*
  • Harry: *mutters behind the door* Bloody Petersons.
Bowie’s Top 100

The legend, David Bowie, passed away at the age of 69 after an eighteen-month battle with cancer. He will be greatly missed. To celebrate his life, listed below are his top 100 books. 

-Interviews with Francis Bacon by David Sylvester

-Billy Liar by Keith Waterhouse

-Room At The Top by John Braine

-On Having No Head by Douglas Harding

-Kafka Was The Rage by Anatole Broyard

-A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

-City of Night by John Rechy

-The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

-Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

-Iliad by Homer

-As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

-Tadanori Yokoo by Tadanori Yokoo

-Berlin Alexanderplatz by Alfred Döblin

-Inside The Whale And Other Essays by George Orwell

-Mr. Norris Changes Trains by Christopher Isherwood

-Halls Dictionary of Subjects And Symbols In Art by James A. Hall

-David Bomberg by Richard Cork

-Blast by Wyndham Lewis

-Passing by Nella Larson

-Beyond The Brillo Box by Arthur C. Danto

-The Origin of Consciousness In The Breakdown Of The Bicameral Mind by Julian Jaynes

-In Bluebird’s Castle by George Steiner

-Hawksmoor by Peter Ackroyd

-The Divided Self by R.D. Laing

-The Stranger by Albert Camus

-Infants Of The Spring by Wallace Thurman

-The Quest For Christa T by Christa Wolf

-The Songlines by Bruce Chatwin

-Nights At The Circus by Angela Carter

-The Master And Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

-The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark

-Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

-Herzog by Saul Bellow

-Puckoon by Spike Milligan

-Black Boy by Richard Wright

-The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald

-The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea by Yukio Mishima

-Darkness At Noon by Arthur Koestler

-The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot

-McTeague by Frank Norris

-Money by Martin Amis

-The Outsider by Colin Wilson

-Strange People by Frank Edwards

-English Journey by J.B. Priestley

-A Confederacy Of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

-The Day Of The Locust by Nathanael West

-1984 by George Orwell

-The Life And Times Of Little Richard by Charles White

-Aopbopaloobop Alopbamboom: The Golden Age of Rock by Nik Cohn

-Mystery Train by Greil Marcus

-Beano (comics, 1950s)

-Raw (comics, 1980s)

-White Noise by Don DeLillo

-Sweat Soul Music: Rhythm and Blues and the Southern Dream of Freedom by Peter Guralnick

-Silence: Lectures and Writing by John Cage

-Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews edited by Malcolm Cowley

-The Sound of the City: The Rise of Rock and Roll by Charlie Gillete

-Octobriana and the Russian Underground by Peter Sadecky

-The Street by Ann Petry

-Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon

-Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby, Jr.

-A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn

-The Age of American Unreason by Susan Jacoby

-Metropolitan Life by Fran Lebowitz

-The Coast of Utopia by Tom Stoppard

-The Bridge by Hart Crane

-All The Emperor’s Horses by David Kidd

-Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

-Earthly Powers by Anthony Burgess

-The 42nd Parallel by John Dos Passos

-Tales of Beatnik Glory by Ed Saunders

-The Bird Artist by Howard Norman

-Nowhere To Run: The Story of Soul Music by Gerri Hirshey

-Before the Deluge by Otto Friedrich

-Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence From Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson by Camille Paglia

-The American Way of Death by Jessica Mitford

-In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-Lady Chatterly’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence

-Teenage by Jon Savage

-Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh

-The Hidden Persuaders by Vance Packard

-The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

-Viz (comics, early 1980s)

-Private Eye (satirical magazine, 1960s-1980s)

-Selected Poems by Frank O’Hara

-The Trial of Henry Kissinger by Christopher Hitchens

-Flaubert’s Parrot by Julian Barnes

-Maldodor by Comte de Lautréamont

-On The Road by Jack Kerouac

-Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonders by Lawrence Weschler

-Zanoni by Edward Bulwer-Lytton

-Transcendental Magic, Its Doctrine and Ritual by Eliphas Lévi

-The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels

-The Leopard by Giusseppe Di Lampedusa

-Inferno by Dante Alighieri

-A Grave For A Dolphin by Alberto Denti di Pirajno

-The Insult by Rupert Thomson

-In Between The Sheets by Ian McEwan

-A People’s Tragedy by Orlando Figes

-Journey Into The Whirlwind by Eugenia Ginzburg


“The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.” -David Bowie

“Satan, on the contrary, is thin, ascetic and a fanatical devotee of logic. He reads Machiavelli, Ignatius of Loyola, Marx and Hegel; he is cold and unmerciful to mankind, out of a kind of mathematical mercifulness. He is damned always to do that which is most repugnant to him: to become a slaughterer, in order to abolish slaughtering, to sacrifice lambs so that no more lambs may be slaughtered, to whip people with knouts so that they may learn not to let themselves be whipped, to strip himself of every scruple in the name of a higher scrupulousness, and to challenge the hatred of mankind because of his love for it–an abstract and geometric love.”

—-

Arthur Koestler, Darkness at Noon

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Graphic - Nikolai Kalmakoff

I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads.

It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.

—  Anthony Doerr, from All The Light We Cannot See
[038.] dark noon at gwithian

rocks sit black and hunched
their faces turned
to an unruly sea,

creased as if blinking with disappointed eyes.

their dark brows furrowed
at a distant horizon
and a storm that may never come,

they wait,
gazing into the blackened light,

and the sound of silence
stuns with the suddenness
of a broken clock,
a door slammed
or a word unspoken.

the swell of the waves
stills
and the gulls halt their screaming.
clouds draw closer
as if afraid,
needing each other’s nearness,
and everything seems to
clench its breath.

for just a moment,
for just one beat

of a heart that holds all

all that exists is waiting.

rain begins to pat
tentatively
at the smooth-skinned rocks
and, like a veil,
it shivers across the tide.

- dark noon at gwithian // zia // k. r. cole // ziacoro.tumblr.com

Advice the Prophet's Taken

For: Richard Wilbur

The prophet declares
The oracles of God

He says the figs are ripe and withered
He says the sun is dark at noon
He says that blood has covered the moon

The prophet declares
The oracles of God

She speaks of the wind and it’s source
She speaks of the lines drawn in the dust
She speaks of metal pavements that don’t rust

The prophet declares
The oracles of God

He says locust will consume the land
He says he eats them with wild honey
He is a voice of God not a slave to money

The prophet declares
The oracles of God

She speaks of miracles of fugitive souls
She speaks of mirages in the wilderness
She speaks of water from the barrenness

The prophet declares
The oracles of God

Give me a sign- Jax Teller

Requested by Anon. Thanks for the request Sweetie! Hope you like it.
Please be safe when reading this.
WARNING- TRIGGERING - SUICIDE. Thoughts of loneliness. Mention of murder/death, blood.

Song- Give me a sign by Breaking Benjamin

My first Jax Imagine,

Dead star shine
Light up the sky
I’m all out of breath
My walls are closing in
Days go by
Give me a sign
Come back to the end
The shepherd of the damned
I can feel you falling away
No longer the lost
No longer the same
And I can see you starting to break
I’ll keep you alive
If you show me the way
Forever, and ever
The scars will remain
I’m falling apart
Leave me here forever in the dark

Morning, noon and night you didn’t want to get out of bed. You didnt want to live this life with out your older brother Opie. He had was murdered in prison. Before that your dad was killed by someone you trusted. You couldn’t deal with the sorrow.
Jax tried to help, it was no use. You didnt want to see anyone. Your so called family was suppose to protect its members.
“Y/N you need to get out and talk to someone”. “Talk to me or Gemma, one of the guys, someone”. He said sitting down at the end of your bed.
“I’m fine Jax, just tired thats all”. “I’ll be better soon ok”. You gave him a light smile.
“I’m just worried about you, we all are”.
“You should be worried about catching the killers who murdered my brother”. You said getting angry.
“ We are, I’m doing everything in my powers too”.
“You should have used those so called powers to save him”.
Jax looked at the ground tears rolling down his face. Your eyes where tearing up at just the thought.
“I know’. "I gotta go”. He walked over, kissed your forehead and left.
Daylight dies
Blackout the sky
Does anyone care?
Is anybody there?
Take this life
Empty inside
I’m already dead
I’ll rise to fall again
I can feel you falling away
No longer the lost
No longer the same
And I can see you starting to break
I’ll keep you alive
If you show me the way
Forever, and ever
The scars will remain
I’m falling apart
Leave me here forever in the dark

That evening you went threw picture of Opie, Jax and you when y'all were little. It took you down memory lane. That time you three threw rocks at passing cop cars and ran as they turn around racing to the club house. Opie and Jax took the rap for all three of you, he said he didnt want his little sister to get in trouble.
He was a great big brother always looking out for you. He didnt even get upset when Jax asked if he could take you on a date. He just trailed behind us the whole date. You smiled. Just thinking about Opie had thoughts you wanted to push out taking over..

AT THE CLUBHOUSE
“Hey sweetheart, how’s Y/N”? Gemma hugged him
“I don’t know, she says she fine”.
“Baby, shes not fine”. “Do you remember that time when she was getting called awful names because of who her family was and how shes was a big slut that gave herself to anyone”? “
"Yeah, Opie and me kicked their asses”. “ Opie cut out one of the guys tongues for that”.
“When she was suicidal , do you think she would do that again”?
“Shit”. Jax ran out the door and jumped on his bike with fear on his face.
Jax speeding down the road trying to get to you as fast as he could.
MEANWHILE
You walked in to the bathroom and opened the door to the medicine  cabinet and took out a straight razer. Sitting down on the floor you took a deep breath and dragged it across your wrist. The relief you felt. You gave your wrist another red line. You felt like you could fly.  You saw Opie standing in front of you, telling you everything was going to be alright.

Jax tried to stop the bleeding, getting on the phone calling 911. He kept saying everythings was going to be alright.
The paramedics rushed to your side pushing Jax out of the way. All you saw was flashing lights going in and out. They hurried out of your drive way as Jax gunned it behind you following you to the hospital.
God help me I’ve come undone
Out of the light of the sun
God help me I’ve come undone
Out of the light of the sun
I can feel you falling away
No longer the lost
No longer the same
And I can see you starting to break
I’ll keep you alive
If you show me the way
Forever, and ever
The scars will remain

Jax paced the hall as the doctor was patching you up. He was beating himself. Knowing he should have never lefted you like that ,alone. He prayed to God that you didnt die, asking Opie and Piney for forgiveness.
“Winston”. The doctor asked
“Yeah thats me”. “Is she ok”. “Can I see her”.
“She’s fine but we have to keep her for a couple day just to make sure she doesn’t try this again”. “Just for a moment”.
Jax walked in your room, there you were with bandages on your wrist and your faces stained with tears. Sitting down in the chair beside your bed, he wrapped his hands around yours and cried.
“Please dont leave me too”. “I promised Ope that I would look after you and I failed him”. “I failed you”.
You turned your head to see Jax crying.
“Jax you didn’t fail anyone, I chose to do this”.
“I should have seen the signs that you gave me”. “But I was to blind to see”.
“Jax I’m fine, I saw Opie and he told me everything was going to be alright”. “He looked happy, he was there with dad and Donna”. You weeped out.
“ Y/N I only have you now, please never do this again”. “I’m going to get you some help”.
“Jackson, I promise”.
“Good, because I love you and I can’t live this life with out you. So if you ever feel like this again, I will be here for you”.
“Thank you Jax,  I love you too”. “I’ll keep that in mind, but Jax I’m here for you too.
He stayed threw the whole hosptial stay. The feelings of loneliness faded away but the scars will remain forever. You had your best friend back and your brother watching over as an angel.

Give me a sign
There’s something buried in the words
Give me a sign
Your tears are adding to the flood
Just give me a sign
There’s something buried in the words
Give me a sign
Your tears are adding to the flood
Just give me a sign
There’s something buried in the words
Give me a sign
Your tears are adding to the flood
Forever, and ever
The scars will remain