Stroke by Stroke
Henry Michaux is hardly a painter, hardly even a writer, but a conscience – the most sensitive substance yet discovered for registering the fluctuating anguish of day-today, minute-to-minute living.—John AshberyMichaux is the poet laureate of our insomnia. —The New York Times Book Review Michaux excels in making us feel the strangeness of natural things and the naturalness of strange things.—Andre GideMichaux travels via his languages: lines, words, colors, silences, rhythms. And he does not hesitate to break the back of a word...In order to arrive: where? At that nowhere that is here, there, and everywhere.—Octavio Paz