Notes From the Whirlpool

Hey there! Sit down, have a drink. We should get acquainted…
Me? I’m JAMES GATES. What’s that? Well, that’s a tricky question…You might call me a Wichita…what? Character? Fixture? Gargoyle? I don’t know for sure… I’ve lived in the Wichita area almost 79% of my life. Most of the time I haunt Delano and the Old Town district like they were my own personal Whitechapel—you may only catch glimpses of me, floating in the background at a bar, a show or an art opening, but there are traces of me everywhere. (Wow, that didn’t sound creepy at all, did it?) I’ve been around long enough to have met some people… And let’s face it, I’m recognizable. I’m six and a half feet tall, rail-thin with blond hair, goatee and yellow-tinted glasses—I look like the three-way love child of Andy Dick, Shaggy, and Lurch from The Addams Family.
If there’s one thing I’ve been known for over the years, it’s random, bizarre, goofy shit. Tales are still told of the time I staged a re-enactment of the Oswald assassination in front of the Bohemian Bean Co., or when I held an impromptu white-slavery raffle to pay my rent… After awhile, it just seemed a natural to go semi-pro, which I did in 2006 with the sketch comedy group PANIC BUTTONS. I’ve been performing on stages and microphones throughout the Wichita area ever since, pursuing the goal of building a live, local comedy scene. In March 2007 I started doing THE JAMES GATES SHOW, a live comedy experience based around A) the late-night talk show format, and B) a whole bunch of me. And the rest is, well, the stuff of much confusion…
Anyway, this is my log. I get to write about anything I want, anytime. I like that. Hope you do too.
Sat Jul 4

07/04/09 - I Surrender 5 - Poem

I Surrender… 5 – Poem

(This is it—the final installment in the “I Surrender” series… if you’ve been keeping up all this week, I thank you for your interest in the chaos of my romantic life [circa 2007]… and if this is the first installment you’ve seen, go into my blog archive right now and check out the five previous entries… either way, forgive me, as I now delve into the realm of angst-via-verse…)

Ah, love…

Let’s talk a little bit about love

Indefinable, unquantifiable, inexorable

The syllables go on and on

But what is it?

No, no, no, what…is… IT?!?

Is it the basic foundation of our universe

The embodiment of all that is good

As prophets with tans and good speaking voices

Have told us for centuries?

Is it an emotional aberration

Latched onto a biological urge

To propagate our species

Like we’re all just rabbits

With thumbs and vocabularies?

Or is it the hardest Sunday crossword you’ve ever done

The one you hold onto

Even though you’re stumped

Because the clues are too interesting

Not to find out the answers?

Yeah, I don’t know either

The only thing I know, or knew

Was that I didn’t know

Was pretty sure I had never really known

And from the clues I had thus far assembled

Was not too sure if I ever would know

And I was good with that, actually

Hell, it’s all just playing at chemistry anyway, right?

Trying different combinations

Charting the reactions

Then, suddenly, I knew

And not at first

You don’t even know you know at first

For me, it was one day

When I looked up and realized

I was feeling the fullest, most complete comfort I’d ever known in my life

And I thought, “There’s not a single thing I could say

That’ll make this girl run off.”

And at that point, I still had eight secrets

That’s how one love became different and more precious

Than any other type of love in the world

It was then that I knew

Or so I thought

And that’s where thinking gets you

Now… well, I’ve thought about it, again

And I am positively certain

That I do not know

In fact, I might know less than I did before

And the new info’s been REAL interesting to take onboard

But I am testing out

Some exciting new theories:

#1: You never know what’s going to have be done

In the name of happiness.

#2’s a whole philosophy:

“Feeling bad, looking good!!”

(Don’t try that one at home, kids

Leave it to trained depressives

Like your Uncle James and Kurt Cobain)

#3: There is no future.

There are only “Now”s waiting to happen.

That one’s deep, but mull it over some Chinese food.

#4: Truly living with love in your heart

Means facing and overcoming fear.

For me, that’s the whole ball game

No good and evil, just love and fear

Faith and doubt, optimism and pessimism

And this life is exciting and full

Because I am scared shitless

And facing it every day

Is giving me a dangerously inflated sense of ego

But I guess that’s love too…

Told you I don’t know!

Thanks again for reading, and keep your eyes open next week for my MID-YEAR RESOLUTION UPDATE!

It keeps rolling,

JG