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The Bloody Unicorn – Guernica - The JamsPortal

Element from The Unicorn Crosses a Stream (from the Unicorn Tapestries). In late February, when public locations have been nonetheless open and it might need been thought-about not simply affordable however admirable to take two younger kids to a cultural establishment, I introduced mine to the Cloisters, a gothic constructing excessive on a hill in Higher Manhattan that homes the Met’s medieval artwork assortment. It was the unicorn tapestries I wished to indicate them. Unicorns are so standard with my daughter’s kindergarten class that the varsity provided an afterschool enrichment program devoted to creating rainbow unicorn crafts. I believed she would love seeing the tapestries, particularly displayed on the stone partitions of the castle-like constructing.
The Cloisters unicorns are very completely different from the rainbow-maned selection Thea attracts on white printer paper. In a palette that's muted and autumnal, the tapestries present a bearded unicorn firs…

Compton’s Cafeteria, 1966 – Guernica - The JamsPortal

Technically, it started with a single cup of espresso thrown in a policeman’s face. However as with virtually all riots, the one at Compton’s Cafeteria centered much less on a specific second than the years of abuses that led to it.
There are not any experiences of the temperature of that espresso—all particulars from the riot stay sketchy—however I wish to think about that when it hit the officer’s pores and skin, the espresso sizzled like a pan of hen grease. That this police officer carried the burns for the remainder of his life. That on his dying mattress, his kids gazed down at his face and puzzled—for the millionth time—the place their father had gotten this constellation of scars he’d forbidden point out of.
Who, his kids puzzled, had fought again?
Suzan Cooke:

Amanda St. Jaymes:

We don’t know the title of the trans girl who threw the espresso in that early morning hour of August, 1966, however again then Gene Compton’s Cafeteria was the spot in San Francisco’s Tenderloin district …

What Will You Give up? – Guernica - The JamsPortal

Megha Majumdar’s polyphonic debut novel, A Burning, follows the loosely intertwined lives of Jivan, Pretty, and PT Sir in Kolkata, throughout a time of rising Hindu Nationalist sentiment. Jivan, a Muslim lady, occurs to be current at a practice station throughout a terrorist assault that ends with a locomotive in flames. Quickly after, she makes a Fb remark important of police inaction, and authorities’s consequent complicity within the deaths of harmless folks. She writes: “If the police watched them die, doesn’t that imply that the federal government can also be a terrorist?” She is arrested and imprisoned for her “anti-national” remark, her non secular identification serving as ostensibly irrefutable proof of her disloyalty to the Indian state. Earlier than her arrest, Jivan taught English to Pretty, a transgender lady with silver-screen desires. Pretty has data that would exonerate Jivan, however her Bollywood desires hinge on the function she's going to play in Jivan’strial.…

Blue Ticket – Guernica - The JamsPortal

One Friday when all of the work for the week was executed, the harmful chemical substances locked up, our supervisors introduced out darkish bottles of wine as common. We drank it collectively out of thick plastic tumblers that marbled the sunshine, sitting on the wiped-down benches and swinging our legs. It was my favourite a part of the day, of the week. We had waited for all of it by the afternoon. The wine was sustaining as a soup, darkish and wealthy in our mouths, and I may really feel it benefitting me from the primary sip, setting the wheels in movement, sparking the wildness up or dampening it down.
We modified within the loos into our going-out garments. My tights had been laddered already. They had been at all times laddered. The tiles of the lavatory had been deep inexperienced edged with white, and the lights had been weak. In our reflections, bouncing again at us from lengthy mirror, from huge stainless-steel sink, we belonged to the evening. The small window of the lavat…

The Artwork of Stillness – Guernica - The JamsPortal

Persistence, n. A minor type of despair, disguised as a advantage.
—Ambrose Bierce, Satan’s Dictionary
The first time I modeled nude, I used to be 19 or 20, dwelling from faculty for the summer time and on the lookout for work that paid greater than minimal wage. Earlier than leaving for New York, I had earned $6 an hour working on the Newmarket Film Cease and Tanning in New Hampshire. It was a peculiar mixture, slinging VHS tapes and DVDs between wiping down the tanning beds and setting their timers. The store was within the basement of a fuel station and comfort retailer, only a five-minute stroll from my mother’s home. Throughout gradual shifts I did my calculus homework, textbooks splayed throughout the counter; usually, my mom would come by with heat leftovers and we'd speak over the to-go containers, condensation beaded on the lids.
I had held different odd jobs after I was rising up—hostessing and waitressing at a Japanese restaurant, organizing receipts for my mother’s mates …