These fragments collected here (in 2 books, "A Rushed Quality" and "Bodying Forth") belong neither to philosophy nor to poetry-and yet they are for the most part focused on a substantial area of overlap between these two venerable disciplines, vis-a-vis the question, "What is it like to be X?" Philosophers like to fill in the X with something exotic like a bat or a dolphin, or even an Artificial Intelligence, while poets tend to fill it with something else, equally exotic, namely themselves. For the diffident and introspective author of A Rushed Quality and Bodying Forth, the X, while...