Guess that poem

I wrote a hard sci-fi/hardnosed detective/chess story yesterday. Yeah I know how that must sound. I'll post it sometime, maybe, but right now my A drive and jumpdrive are broken. And my printer/scanner. And my photoshop. But those last two don't have much to do with anything.
Anyhoo, the best line from the story is, "My thoughts on the past were interrupted by a precognitive bolt that brought me back to the present." Get it? Past, present, future all in the same line... Eh, you kids today with your gameboy pocket and your boomerangs, just don't understand dedication to triple entendres. Bah.
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here's your latest installment in the guess that ___ series:
this one reminded me of my own love for endearing moments:

Lying here quietly beside you,
My cheek against your firm, quiet thighs,
The calm music of Boccherini
Washing over us in the quiet,
As the sun leaves the housetops and goes
Out over the Pacific, quiet--
So quiet the sun moves beyond us,
So quiet as the sun always goes,
So quiet, our bodies, worn with the
Times and penances of love, our
Brains curled, quiet in their shells, dormant,
Our hearts slow, quiet, reliable
In their interlocked rhythms, the pulse
In your thigh caressing my cheek. Quiet.

and this one I threw in too

The modern biographers worry
"how far it went," their tender friendship.
They wonder just what it means
when he writes he thinks of her constantly,
his guardian angel, beloved friend.
The modern biographers ask
the rude, irrelevant question
of our age, as if the event
of two bodies meshing together
establishes the degree of love,
forgetting how softly Eros walked
in the nineteenth century, how a hand
held overlong or a gaze anchored
in someone's eyes could unseat a heart,
and nuances of address not known
in our egalitarian language
could make the redolent air
tremble and shimmer with the heat
of possibility. Each time I hear
the Intermezzi, sad
and lavish in their tenderness,
I imagine the two of them
sitting in a garden
among late-blooming roses
and dark cascades of leaves,
letting the landscape speak for them,
leaving us nothing to overhear.

Choose your own adventure

Does anyone remember these books? More, here.

It's a beautiful day, go outside!

Life is brilliant right now!
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So is spent the last half of school today watching SuperSize Me, as did all the students. The children went to their homerooms to watch. I, as an art teacher with freedom of choice, went to the special ed room to hang out with my fave kids. The movie got me to thinking (I have a goal of gaining 30 pounds before going to Japan as "insurance fat," but I have reconsidered and want to gain only pure muscle now, which will be tons harder).
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I leave you with a "Koan" came across recently.

A university student while visiting Gasan asked him: "Have you ever read the Christian Bible?"

"No, read it to me," said Gasan.

The student opened the Bible and read from St. Matthew: "And why take ye thought for rainment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. They toil not, neither do they spin, and yet I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these... Take therefore no thought for the morrow, for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself."

Gasan said: "Whoever uttered those words I consider an enlightened man."

The student continued reading: "Ask and it shall be given you, seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you. For everyone that asketh receiveth, and he that seeketh findeth, and to him that knocketh, it shall be opened."

Gasan remarked: "That is excellent. Whoever said that is not far from Buddhahood."

--Muju (the "non-dweller")

Yes, I agree

How I feel about my expenses right now:

One evening as Shichiri Kojun was reciting sutras a thief with a sharp sword entered, demanding wither his money or his life.
Shichiri told him: "Do not disturb me. You can find the money in that drawer." Then he resumed his recitation.
A little while afterwards he stopped and called: "Don't take it all. I need some to pay taxes with tomorrow."
The intruder gathered up most of the money and started to leave. "Thank a person when you receive a gift," Shichiri added. The man thanked him and made off.
A few days afterwards the fellow was caught and confessed, among others, the offense against Shichiri. When Shichiri was called as a witness he said: "This man is no thief, at least as far as I am concerned. I gave him the money and he thanked me for it."
After he had finished his prison term, the man went to Shichiri and became his disciple.

--Shaseki-shu (Collection of Stone and Sand)

My fight with Tori Amos and other exciting news

I've been having weird dreams lately. The R as a bulemic/suspected alcoholic was pretty choice, but last night I found myself talking to Tori Amos. I say a prayer for some reason, and we get into an argument about religion. I back up my position, and Tori apologizes. Then we made friendly and had a smashing time on the town.
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Guess what? It seems I am indeed going to Japan; it is now just a matter of the JET people setting me up with a contract. Cool beans. Sionara, kids.