Passing Thoughts During Sunday Afternoon Football Circuses

Passing Thoughts

How can I extravagantly write about passing thoughts—

Like, wow, there just went one—

I didn’t capture it; I didn’t need it; I have plenty every second of every day, etc., so I let many, many of them go off into the ether to attract some other mind needing just that thought that I let pass me on by—

But then that gets me to thinking, do thoughts come from the left? from the right? from in front? Certainly not from behind; for if anything ever came from behind why are our eyes in the front? Why are the eyes of most animals in the front. At least that’s what humans call the front, but which to some animals may be their rears—

And then I start thinking about linguistics—

And linguistics leads me to empiricism—

And, you see, I have thought-blocking reasons along my many thought trails that when I start putting these passing thoughts together into a logical sequence—Jesus, mixtures of curiosity in this process—input from that inner urge we all should have for knowledge—our minds getting thirsty and hungry for words and when the words assemble into reasonable sense-making banquets and our minds have been satiated with feast, then it's time for a Bacchanalian celebration—satisfaction—

And that’s why it’s so F-ing hard to be satisfied fully—

And that’s what energy’s for—

Energy is life itself within us—

Without energy we are nothing—

Nothing is nothing without energy—

There would be no world without energy—

There would be no life—

And, see, I have come full circle with these passing thoughts—

On a Sunday when footballs will be passed and I will probably take my mind off that confluence of thoughts from thinking about how human eyes are in the front, most animal eyes are in the front, most fish eyes are in the front, “Eyes Front” is one of the most controlling commands given in an army formation, unless other species consider their eyes being in their rears, which then opened the valve and let linguistics enter the picture, speech patterns and their influence on where we think our eyes are—“Where my eyes are therefore are I”—or do I mean “I are therefore are eyes my where,” this statement being backwards thinking, which then switches off my brief filling up at the linguistics pump and switches on the toggle that opens up the valve that lets POLITICS enter the picture and begins to flood me with thoughts about the government, our phony president, and his insane circle of henchmen—or do I mean his circle of henchmen insane—or his circle of insane henchment—

And this is all empiricism—

And I am a trained empiricist—

I thrive on statistics and statistically manufactured situations and suppositions and thinking in terms of percentages, because gambling is based on your understanding of percentages and percentile logic and HOLY SHIT—

One thought that took a while to pass me by came to me while watching Blue Man Group perform. That thought was a mean thought. What the hell was the fascination people have with these three? probably local New York City performance-art high school grads and buddies, or maybe they met in NYU film school, where Spike Lee came from, and hundreds of other Hollywood geniuses—it’s a New York state of mind—the New York City collective conscious has always held that filmmaking began in New York City and even in Hollywood it’s still East Coast thinking and situations and certain intercommunal New York City neighborhood rules and regulations—“Dah Irish is tough drinkin' and fightin' punks,” “Dah Jews are all little smart-ass dworks,” “Dah Italians is Mafioso and proud of it,” “Dah blacks are all cool hip, man, streeeet—a lot of yo-yo-yo, whaaaasss up, slammin’, jammin’, breakin’ and rhymin’—dah coolest—Biggie rules!”—

And then I’m thinking how backward I’m thinking—

And then I’m thinking but who’s to know whether I’m thinking backward or forward—

Like, why are my eyes in the front of my head and not in the back of my head?

Why am I always facing front?

Does that semiotically infer to me that I am facing the front because it is at the front where there is knowledge? where there are storages of tools you need to keep heading forward in this shuffling-forward constantly existence we human animals, we supermonkeys, call LIFE. Viva!

And then I think, Viva! Vie! Vino! –

And then I wonder why I’ve never gotten into wines.

And still I face more passing thoughts I as try and untangle myself out of this post.

thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler