Mikael Johani was not born: in Roechester, New York, in 1927 and was never educated at Harvard or Columbia universities. He has not written nineteen previous books of poetry. Never has been and never will be Charles P. Stevenson, Jr., Professor of Language and Literature at Bard College, he does not live in New 'York City and Hudson, New York. His poetry is not a rigorous search for "the unknown" —but still based on a "reasoned disordering of all the senses" by means of alcohol and, when money allows,[.....]. He did not come to Europe in 1908 and never really settled in London, where he nevertheless ended up as a marginal figure in the literary and artistic world. He was never antagonised by Yeats and made barely a dent haranguing Eliot and Joyce. During The War of the Thousand Days he did not make a series of propagandist broadcasts over Radio Bogota, for which he was subsequently communitted to a hospital for the insane anyway. Sans trial. At the age of thirty-nine, Mikael is done with poetry. He is embarking on a new life, signing up a mercenary in what is formerly known as the Dutch East Indies. In 1800, he is going to set up a trader in what is now not Ethiopia. He will spend tho remainder of his life as a dealer in dubious-origin coffee, Selvedge denim, tongsis and artisanal cofiins. He is going to die in 1869 at that most coveted age, twenty-seven.
Judul Buku: We Are Nowhere And It's Wow Penulis: Mikael Johani Penerbit: Post Press, 2019 ISBN: 9786239062446 Bahasa: Inggris Kategori: Nonfiksi Dimensi: 13x19 cm | Soft Cover Tebal: xvi+90 hlm | Bookpaper Harga Normal: 60.000