Afterglow

trudging on, step by step - 25

[earllundquist]

On the mountain trails of west Texas.

[fernand0adnan]

[zegalba]

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

carl jung girl you were so right about avoidance

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

“if we don't accept our own destiny, a different kind of suffering takes its place: a neurosis develops, and I believe that that life which we have to live is not as bad as a neurosis. if I have to suffer, then let it be from my reality. a neurosis is a much greater curse! in general, a neurosis is a replacement for an evasion, an unconscious desire to cheat life, to avoid something. one cannot do more than live what one really is. and we are all made up of opposites and conflicting tendencies. after much reflection, I have come to the conclusion that it is better to live what one really is and accept the difficulties that arise as a result-because avoidance is much worse.”

[funeral]

Carl Jung, Analytical Psychology: Its Theory and Practice (The Tavistock Lectures)

[mothprincess]

Mary Oliver, from The Fire

[sixgrl]

[pinenutpbj]

Callum Turner for Vanity Fair by Matthew Brookes, an outtake

[ferrantte]

akindofhome 🪿

[yama-bato]

Maja Fjæstad

[es3ncia]

shibuimono

[lamignonette]

[lamignonette]

[kosmogrl]

everybody needs to read more. read all the time. read every day. read read read

[antigonick]

One afternoon in Japan, I went to a small neighborhood rice shop and asked if they had rice that didn’t require rinsing. “We don’t rinse rice,” the owner said, “we sharpen it.” In Japanese, to sharpen rice is an idiom for rinsing rice, a phrase that once referred to rubbing the grains together to polish away the bran. The verb togu (“to sharpen,” “to hone”) still carries that trace of abrasion, long after modern rice no longer needs it. I’d never thought about this etymology before: after years of speaking, reading, and writing in English, the phrase reached me as if for the first time. My unwitting mistranslation made me aware of what I’d forgotten, “to sharpen” sleeping inside “to rinse.” That mistake was accidental, but it taught me something I’ve since tried to do on purpose, in both my poems and my translations: to keep shifting between my native language and my adopted language until they become defamiliarized. While my slip at the rice shop revealed the semantic possibilities of togu, my later translations would explore how choosing the “wrong” word might reveal what the “right” one can’t.

—Yuki Tanaka, Huffing Like a Horse

[imwearingasecondskin]

Hana

[sleepingsirian]

[xmu102]