Upon Seeing Bob Kaufman, I saw Myself...in Gunther Jackson

...You fought, you tried, you failed, you died.  Then, you were born when you saw the sun and it's fading light and sat all through a storm that never came -- instead you were left alone, with your dignity and determination to live to the end of a promise which you did not make and therefore could not break.  It was written that in dreams begin responsibilities – but the hard part is taking the dream into the afternoon sun…and watching it fade with the sinister cover of a five o’clock shadow…and a set of lips un-kissed.  Like the revolution you could not muster yourself to begin…It’s not the conformity that scares me.  It’s the ground upon which those people walk...