My Therapist Said

by Hal Sirowitz

Book Overview

Therapists, like moms, only mean to help. Or do they? Readers can judge for themselves with Hal Sirowitz's second collection of funny and razor-sharp poems about Hal's search for love, understanding,... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 060960130X
• ISBN13: 9780609601303
• Release Date: March 1998
• Publisher: Crown Publishing Group (NY)
• Length: 143 Pages
• Weight: 0.63 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.7" x 5.3" x 8.3"

Customer Reviews

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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.

This book is for a comical witty person who loves mother.

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.

Another Winner by a Winning Poet

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

Thwomp! right in the gut, on the floor, breathless

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.