On
the occasions I’m asked to characterized my poetry, I give two descriptions: narrative
poems that reflect heavily on my childhood in the Rio Grande Valley, and poems
that have a more surreal quality to them, apt to incorporate odd and impossible
images, as well as language that draws inspiration from myths and folklore.
Like a sports season, I alternate writing between both styles, spending about
seven to eight months on each. Regardless of what mode I find myself in, my
routine stays relatively consistent, at least within the overall sense that I
write and revise every day. Weekdays yield between 15-30 minutes of
writing/revising, never, however, in one sitting. I’m a high school English
teacher, so some days can be a bit more hectic than others, but what follows is
a generalized outline, one I try to adhere to faithfully.
4:20
a.m. My alarm goes off and after the five to ten-minute
struggle of regretting my decision to stay up late the night before, I get
ready and head down to my apartment’s gym. In the elevator ride down (which
last no more than 20 seconds), I reread whatever poem I’m working on (I write
nearly all of my poems on my phone’s Notes app). I might add or delete a word
here or there, and if inspiration hits, I might write a line, try to push the
poem forward.
7:40
a.m. At work, I sit at my desk and, if I’ve already
finished making the copies for the day’s lessons or tweaking the PowerPoint for
the lecture and assignments I have planned, I look at the poem again, adding,
subtracting, questioning where I’ve placed my commas (or semicolons if I’m
feeling syntactically bold). My students begin to stagger in at 7:45 a.m., so
five minutes is not enough time to make significant progress on a poem, but I
do find that under the pressure of a deadline (in this case my students
arriving), I create lines that I’m satisfied with long after.
1:20
p.m. My lunch break is only 30 minutes, and when I’m not
watching mindless videos on YouTube to decompress from work, I’m most likely
reading. Reading for me is writing because it allows me to see different
styles, techniques, and perspectives, all of which I can add to my own. If I
can spare a minute or two, I will go back to my poem and write.
6:45
p.m. After cooking dinner, I sit in the living room and
read. My wife usually watches British crime dramas, and I occasionally tune in
as well (there are some shows that I do love and watch). I will pick up my
phone every now and then and write. Over the years, I’ve found that I don’t
have to rush a poem, and nights such as these, I get what I can done. My goal,
however, is always to write one poem per week, so there are occasions when I
later come back to a poem and revise an ending that wasn’t satisfactory.
9:30
p.m. Before my wife and I go to sleep, I will look over
what I wrote one last time and try to come up with a few lines. Again, there is
no need to rush, so more often than not, I will abruptly stop what I’m writing
and go back to reading, knowing that when I wake up tomorrow, the poem will be
waiting for me.
Esteban Rodríguez
is the author of Dusk & Dust (Hub
City Press 2019), (Dis)placement (Skull
+ Wind Press 2020), and the micro-chapbook Soledad
(2019). His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Gettysburg Review, New England Review, Shenandoah, TriQuarterly, The Rumpus, and elsewhere. He is the Interviews Editor at the EcoTheo Review and is a regular reviews
contributor at PANK and Heavy Feather Review. He lives with his
family and teaches in Austin, Texas.
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