Imago

In Imago, his debut collection of luminous, elegiac poems, Joseph O. Legaspi bravely documents a boy’s painful and poignant rites of passage in becoming a man. Richly evoking the landscapes of the Philippines and immigrant America, Imago depicts the desires of an uprooted family, which translates into a son’s powerful voice of self-reckoning.

Joseph O. Legaspi, a Fulbright and New York Foundation for the Arts fellow, is the author of two poetry collections from CavanKerry Press, Threshold (2017) and Imago (2007); and three chapbooks: Postcards (Ghost Bird Press), Aviary, Bestiary (Organic Weapon Arts), and Subways (Thrush Press). His poems have appeared in POETRY, New England Review, World Literature Today, Best of the Net, and the Academy of American Poets’ Poem-a-Day. He co-founded Kundiman (www.kundiman.org), a national organization serving generations of writers and readers of Asian American literature. He lives with his husband in Queens, NY.

The Socks

This pair once belonged to my father,
army green,

golden on the thinning
heels and toes, decades old—

they have disappeared into the dryer-netherworld
only to return repeatedly, wiser than before—

their elastics still grasp my lower calves.
When I slip into them,

I see my father in his footwear, like Mercury,
a copper-eyed young man, like myself,

brewing with stormy promise,
prepared to soar over the dusty world.

Dear socks, don’t lead me astray.
Propel me from this dissatisfied life

to places where my father has never been.

Legaspi, like William Carlos Williams, can find poetry anywhere. And like his mentor Pablo Neruda he seems able to locate the mysterious and the magical in the most common and overlooked objects. His little poem “The Socks” is the most amazing poem on that subject I have encountered since Neruda’s great ode on the same subject, and while paying tribute to his Chilean master, Legaspi takes the poem in an entirely different direction . . . It is difficult to overestimate the daring and resourcefulness required to complete successfully this astonishingly original book. I believe this collection of poetry, so rich in the dailiness of the world and what wisdom we can draw from it, is ample evidence that Joseph O. Legaspi has arrived at a place none of his ancestors in life or in poetry have ever journeyed, and we his readers are the richer for it.
— Philip Levine

Poems forged from a devotion and keenness about the sometimes violent transformations from boyhood to manhood. It takes a good measure of courage to pass so slowly through anguish, but it takes an equal, if not greater amount of courage to move wholly and convincingly through joy. In Imago, such courage is clear, and Joseph O. Legaspi has the abundant poetic skill to describe it.
— Patrick Rosal

The poems in Imago are surreal, strangely erotic and absolutely necessary . . . The narratives tackle the familiar themes of racial and sexual identity with vivid imagery and wild juxtapositions. In short, these immigrant narratives sizzle! The book opens to this amazing first sentence: As soon as we became men, my brother and I wore skirts. The family tales are over the top. The father is an unforgettable character; he is larger than life and is always eating–munching on mackerel or “slurping eggyolk.” A compelling first book and a fun read!
— Marilyn Chin

October 2007
83 pp
Trade paper – 6 X 9.75
$16
978-1-933880-03-7