Questions about separating the art from the artist always have this huge negative space around them where all the people who could have been great, become great, and made great things languish invisible, marginalized and silent. We never stare the emptiness of the music and art and poetry we might have had if we hadn’t spent so much effort accommodating and venerating self-mythologizing abusers. Our complicity in this subjugation of the possible, of the art we’ve kept from coming into being.