Saturday, November 12, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Recently I had occasion to go to the memorial service of a truly outstanding young man, Cris -- “The Romanian” – a pre-med student at the University of Central Arkansas. Cris was a special light. At 22 he loved life, blushed loudly, took in knowledge with unbridled curiosity, and otherwise lived with a intensity in before God and man that is simply rare. (Someone said they now understood -- Cris had to fit 70 years into 22.)
That, in combination with the death or declining health of others near to me, has led to on a odd stream of introspection. (For whatever reasons, my mom often thought about death, even to the point of giving instruction for her “Coming home” celebration. So --- as part of a family tradition, here is a list of things I would like to see at my funeral. Which of course, assumes that I might be permitted to look in on such things. I don’t know. Perhaps I will have no interest.
The major songs.
Be Thou My Vision.
Like a River Glorious (my favorite hymn as a kid.)
And He will Purify (From Handle’s Messiah)
Going up Yonder (the latter two sung by Marvin or the Philander Smith Gospel Choir)
Thursday, August 11, 2011
To see the cloud in motion:
Apparently a lot of folks in AR like the middle picture. Some would even like to buy it. If you would like to help a soul, without an entrepenurial bone in his body, please do so.
First. My gift. Feel free to download to you computer for a backdrop. But if you need a real print, please pay.
signed 8x12 = 12 dollars (in person delivery) or $15 mailed.
signed 12x18 = 24 dollars, or $28 mailed.
Check or Money order to Kirk Jordan
3 Manchester Drive, Conway AR 72034. (I'll see if I cannot get Paypal up an going)
email, if needed kirkwood2020 (at) yahoo.com.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Talk about rain. And lightning. We have had way too much here in Arkansas.
This was mostly strobe lightening, and it was kind of hard to figure out an exposure that would work for those times where I got an actual bolt. If I closed the aperture to cover for the rare visible jag the overall exposures were to dark, while some vivid bolts simply overexposed the existing exposure. The pictures that look like day (and everything else) were all taken between 12 and 2 AM. Most of these were shot out the back of our Honda Van, with the tail lifted, allowing the camera to stay mosty dry.
And the music. A change of pace. I love the message of this song, and even the way it compliments the "harsher" imaging with a touch of joy. Truth is, the storm and solitude, put me in praise mood. "
From Psalm 29
2. Give to the Lord the glory due to His name; worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness or in holy array.
3. The voice of the Lord is upon the waters; the God of glory thunders; the Lord is upon many (great) waters.
4. The voice of the Lord is powerful; the voice of the Lord is full of majesty.
5. The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars; yes, the Lord breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Today's audio track, from a pretty good band with a limited but dedicated following, playing from the 3rd finest album in the history of the world. ((A Sigh For You by DA (aka Daniel Amos) from their 1986 album Fearful Symmetry))
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
Ozell and his nephew Derick inside the Wright Shoe-Shine Parlor, a business which has been quietly in operation for some 30 years, in a warehouse looking-space in Downtown Little Rock, AR (USA)
For your listening enjoyment:
The Soul of a Man (Blind Willie Johnson Version)
or my favorite modern rendition:
The Soul of a Man (Bruce Cockburn Version)
Thursday, January 20, 2011
An old but iconic Kirk poem
A Stained Glass Spider Web Cathedral (3/91)
When funnel clouds clip rainbows
in our world, where the vestiges of Eden whirl
in a mash of mangled parrot wings
or Iris, smithereened to make
We can see why rainbows flinch;
They don’t make it very long.
Banshee decibels defign, the decimating means:
Locomotive grinding wheel , cone of writhen hate,
vicious biting vapors, Hell-
Each bashing is a moment-ary
From icon wrenched
reched red, shrapnel butterflies
Violently constr ue d, arch
From Arch etype
(The sky is reeling odd tonight!)
I’ve read about those pristine days when rainbow shard was rare.
Lions still ate lily-pads, and rattlesnakes were raging fads
As playmates for the nursery.
Prisma-ash is pollen now,
Coursing through our breath,
Twisted beauty permeates, and I like eating meat.
The eyes of flies are pigment parks in geodesic dome,
Black radiance with chandelier, stuffed in honeycomb.
Oil on the parking lot, mimics Northern lights:
Borealis flares in beaded rain, on surfaces like night.
Death implied is banking, pivoting on air
A bloodied stink is calling to a colored thoroughfare.
Gliding white as whisper, missiles cruise the dark
Pilot fish are dental floss for shearing shard of shark.
The cacti in the desert, wear a brutal fringe,
Prickle pear, with rain, explode into a floral binge.
Snow flakes falling virgin white, in the tilted world
Would we know that dance at all, if sin were not unfurled?