The Really Useless Inutility

"I am filming paraplegic firefighters
doing their job while whistling a tune.

my books state the obvious, indeed, but i get
published
and you?"

you see, i am no writer. in fact, i don't write.
i look for no consent, you people cannot give it to me.
i can get it by disturbing you, by distracting you, by making you, me.
by making me a thousand little pieces while i reconnect calling
each and everyone of your names

i can get it looking at the whole of society, of man, of its past
from above
from below
from inside.

i can gather clues, from your eyebrows, from your dress and from that twitch in your voice.
and then i can put them together and give myself the consent
everyone gives, with one mean or the other
to themselves