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In France the institution of the 'Sunday painter' has been well established for a number of years. Leo Liberthson who presumably is a practicing psychoanalyst, exhibits himself in this volume of one hundred twenty-six pages of pleas and plaints in the form of verse as a 'Sunday poet'. These sonnets and other poems are plainly the product not of a discipline in an art medium, but of a relaxation from the exactions of a scientific discipline.
There is no reason whatsoever why an individual should not use either painting or poetry as a vehicle for the expression of his personal discontent with civilization, which is precisely what Mr. Liberthson does. As moral protest and social criticism the author's comments on 'the invisible—and visible—devolutions taking place in the world today', while novel neither in content nor expression, will strike responsive notes in the minds of many persons whose professional work brings them into contact with what Mr. Liberthson calls 'the vortex of insanity that drags the hypersensitive along with the constitutionally inadequate into its outward rim of neurosis'.
A section of the book is subtitled, The Analyst Speaks, and in the sonnet which gives the collection its title, Mr. Liberthson writes: