~~ethics and ranking and reviewing and being ridiculous about art and beauty

i am seriously being spoiled for other professors by the one for my lit class. the journal assignment is to write porn (yes. porn, baby porn) that doesn't use any references to vision or hearing. i am... beyond words. the coolness. the utter coolness knocks me flat. plus, he referred to himself as an old queen. ahahah. <3<3<3<3<3~!! poooooooorn, rang my battle-cry. poooooorn!!
    and yes, sometimes i feel bad about porn-reading/writing. sometimes i feel it's useless and stupid to just write things that ... shallow. but. no. porn is beyond shallow. porn is... pornfully delicious! i can SO, so write slash i can't even BELIEVE IT. i can write SLASH for SCHOOL. (not that i'd -asked- but i'm pretty damn sure). the coolness is killing. me.

the only thing this equals is when i was drawing/reading comics for full credit. *happy sigh* anyway.

i feel like rambling about things we'd talked about in class, just like last week. i think i'm a natural essayist, so it's kind of weird that school really wears on me (i -hate- homework and i -hate- assignments and i -hate- responsibility). and it's not that i'm saying i like -porn-. but just-- doing what comes naturally. thinking, writing, discussing the things that -matter- (yes, porn). that's what it's all about, baybee.
    when i'm a 50+ wacked-out old professor (you know it), i hope to be outrageous and vital like that. "and now, we talk about the porn."

not to give you the idea that this is what we talked about. no, he just mentioned it as an assignment.

( sooo... in my other class, we were discussing plato's `poetics'. and i found i had a bunch of responses to the ideas of an ethical response to the aesthetic, ranking and judging and what -is- the proper and desired-for response to something frightening and painful and devastating in art. that is to say, the beautiful. )

    so yeah.