the world is harrowing. that can be my word of the day, but it's every day. i wrote about the harrow hawk we saw on the glacial prairie, actually it was the harrier. intuition and vision. (perfect timing, i just delivered rent, now rain) a harrier is also a person who engages in persistent attacks on others or incursions into their land. the stolen land, the harrowed land. i had a collage about a green harrow. oh, here it is now.

one of those things it's hard to say what it means, but it sure is persistent. or is it me? i persist true, often confused or unclear of meaning. wanting meaning so. wanting to know. 

the time i did that was harrowing. it was the beginning of the war on terror which didn't end and still is harrowing home and the world while some get rich and most suffer and go extinct. 

so that brings me to the book harrow, by joy williams. there's humor in it, and if i can open to the language it probably flows, perhaps the way green water flows through and around a submerged harrow. the symbol of the harrow, the utensil used to cut and till the dirt, is the symbol for this ecological organization, that may be called terrorist by the war on terror corps. 

i should have my reviewer's thinking cap on but i'm reading like it's a different language, though it's my own still, inchoate as it were. anyway maybe i can write more about the book later. i have to eat something. i feel kind of depleted of sleep by the watermelon radish, another kind of gut harrowing, and hungry again. plus i saw a big shovel rise above the fence of obamaland and i want to see the harrowing there.