NASA should have sent up a poet or an artist, he reckons, to describe the view for all mankind. Because for forty-six years now, the question is always the same: “What did it feel like on the moon?” He doesn’t have an answer. “Magnificent desolation,” he called it, while he was there.
“There are pictures of David that I would never publish,” Rock says. “I got him in his knickers, just camping around. At the time he didn’t even think about it, because there was nowhere to publish them.”
Her days of stripping bare and cutting herself are over. Soon, if she has her way, she won’t be at the gallery at all. “You remove this, you remove that, and now I am removing myself.”
Some think the riots damaged the community. Others call it an uprising. “There’s power in non-violent protest,” said Shorty, “but you need to show that you’re capable of violence as well.”
“Pacification is a mask that hides what is happening in Rio. The city is selling itself as a safe place, for the World Cup and for the Olympics, but in the favela, we know how it really is.”
A few days after the execution date was confirmed, I received a message: Swearingen wanted me to watch him die.
Hancock is a musical pioneer of rare courage but to many jazz fans he will always be a sideman in Miles Davis’s second great quintet. He knows it, too. He quotes his mentor six times in an hour.