text:  I remember coming into the prison, I was like, ah, the creative arts, you know. I was down with the last poet, Sonia Sanchez, especially Gil Scott-Heron. He had this great poem, the revolution would not be televised, would not be televised, yeah, Gil. If the revolution would not be televised, the insurrection is not no damn two-act drama. But the next day, I'm walking back from the prison yard, and they had left the auditorium gates open, the doors.