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My Therapist Said

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Hal uses a sarcastic and poetic style about him, that reminds me of Woody Allen. His brilliant style of writing reflects his love for his mother. You could feel the warmth and bond he had with his mother. The poems reflects his early adolescents to his growth as a man. I could not stop laughing at the poems because I was able to reflect similar situations in my very own life. Hal's poems have uplifted my spirits and have made me retrospect the hilarious moments I have indulged in with my mother. Not only is this material hysterical, but it puts you in a frenzy in which you are not sure when you will be laughing your brains out.

Reading a collection of poetry written by Hal Sirowitz is like taking a journey in search of love. Along with their famous hilarity and their polished quirkiness, the poems reach out, refuse to give up, and therein lies their compassion and artistry.
As with his previous volumes, I had trouble putting "My Therapist Said" down. Recommended.

More hilarious and touching poems by a unique and masterful poet. Sirowitz has a deceptively simple style that packs a powerful punch. Highly recommended!

Sirowitz nails to the ground, with spare and conversational language, and humor like a silent bomb, the absurdity of human needs, the absurd relationships we live within to get our needs met, the absurdity of the negotiations that ensue, the ridiculousness of it all, with palpating vitality and energy, letting us into the primal core. The joke about the man whose brother thinks he's a chicken comes to mind. It goes like this: A man goes to see a psychiatrist; he complains about his brother, who thinks he's a chicken. The doctor asks, "So, tell him he's not." The man replies, "I need the eggs." If the rueful irony of the joke appeals, you'll like this slim volume packed full.

I am tired of seeing non-intergrated shtick being passed off as literature,. I consider myself a contemporary personage not a photocopy of a previous stereotypye. Why doesn't Mr. Sirowitz evolve.