My Sleep Hacks Capitalism by Futile Artistic Aspirations
stuck in imaginary 5 to 9 with endless overtimes
waking with sun checking apps on night saving
having ideas about nothing to write about
writing twice as much for half
placing the moment i become critically aware economic subject
in the great period of inflation
taking the concept of muse as critical transgressive practice
harvesting my insecurities towards her
shamelessly cheering her up
in her sleep
waiting till she reads about herself in poem here making her mind go hmm
planting another self-doubt so strong it will occur in both our minds simultaneously
Writing as many metaphors waking up with half of the best one
Embodying my dreams writing through them
putting phone to sleep again again again again
Publishing a collection on notes
for all my iphone ancestors the project collapsing on not knowing how to call it
considering untitled
without the italics
lazy like my next best dead poet
not getting away with it
it’s not 19th century and i’m not that masculine
(staying awake making the commitment
sleeping
not knowing if this compensates)
Falling asleep seven minutes before alarm clock
in my new life as aspirational morning poet
emerging as an exceeded narrative as a tortured artist
no sleep for either
Lindi Dedek is a queer emerging poet, filmmaker and clown-in-training from Czechia. Their writing has appeared in publications such as Stadtsprachen, Aji Magazine, Lost Boys Press, Tint Journal and Words&Whispers. They are based in Berlin and love mermaids, black tea and ballet. Ig: Liindi_ded