You Can't Get Inside My Head It's Already Overcrowded
From the author of "Purification: Cleansing of a contaminated soul" comes a second collection of words that resemble poetry. "You can't get inside my head it's already overcrowded" is hopeful to appeal to those who have not had interest in this genre before, as well as, those who are interested. This book contains words that spill over onto paper that eventually fill the voids of the soul and mind. The writings in this book once again express topics of love and death, but also expand out to other subject matters. There is no doubt that one will find a combination of humor and strong emotion within . This is a simple read with deep honesty. Suzy Geers, writer for Pulse Magazine (Worcesters's Entertainment Mag) stated the following of Purification, "Poetry. For me, it's a touchy art form. Some goes right over my head, and that's fine, I get that (I am certainly nooo expert on the subject but Shel Silverstein rocks, right?!), and some, I truly enjoy and even manage to absorb. Enter Worcester's resident modern poet, John Dervishian. A thirty-something (you can figure out his age by Googling ~ John graduated Cambridge Rindge and Latin School with none other than Matt Damon) with a penchant for penning some poignant and very relatable verses." Mark Lynch of WICN (Worcester Radio Personailty) stated "Poet John D. was one of the very few poets I didn't want to kill in 10 minutes after talking to them. He was one of the most clear-headed, grounded artists I have talked to in a while and the classic "helluva nice guy." I am obviously meeting the wrong poets. He's a good poet too. He's one of those artists you have to root for to get some recognition. "
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