Joseph Beuys vs TV

It starts with a man, his back turned. Joseph Bueys, hat included. In front of the television, also wearing a strange hat: all antennas must have come with one back in the seventies.
After a while you realize that the screen has some sort of dark filter. Then you notice that under his chair Beuys has a pair of boxing gloves. He puts them on, fit him a bit large, and starts hitting the screen.
Somewhat goofy, almost comical. The hat stays there (the tv too). It goes on for a while, enough to grow tired. You think it's taking a long time. Then it ends. And only god knows why he now takes a salami, cuts it up, and sticks it to the television as if trying to make the salami hear the TV. Or something like that. Maybe he's trying to understand if the television sounds clearer through the salami. Then he gets up, many minutes have gone by, many, he goes off. You think he went to get a horse, or who knows what, and instead he returns with a piece of felt. Fabric. A square. He sticks it on the wall, as if trying to protect it. He takes the television and turns it to face the wall, he leaves. You continue hearing a voice coming from the obscured television, in German, facing a piece of felt fabric stuck to the wall. A mute dialogue. Deaf too. You continue thinking that those two pieces of nothing that look at each other are only a demonstration of defeat. Beuys is a man that, right there, has lost. The only thing left to protect were the walls, the house. He leaves, solitary and defeated, like a dog barking at his own shadow.