Ereignisnotation 28. Oktober 2023

Georg Wilberg, Franziskaner-Missionar, wird, als er sich während des Dreißigjährigen Krieges im Auftrag der Oberen von Koblenz nach Mainz begibt, von a-katholischen Bauern überfallen und erschossen

Hagiographical Re-Canonization

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die leere Flasche am Wegrand
ging’s immer Berg an
rinnend die Wasser im unter‘n
Segment vergessen
wir die Zeit nicht / nur sie und
sie / dass deren
Lauf einzig zuordnet / sortiert
in Wohlklang
Deiner
Stimme / wie sie konzentriert
aufnimmt / alle
Kartonagen faltet / zur Kuben
gefügt den Faltungen
folgen wir sobald's auf
geschäumt / hatten wir nach
gegossen / könnte
den Spuren der eigenen folgen
was wäre besser als
das aller Pilze Schirme geköpft
gehe / dass
alles zu bedenken Querfeld ein
sofern durch
geschwitzt muss alles gewechselt
werden / tief
Atem holen bis drei gezählt
dergleichen
die Schritte da wo / die
Pfade sich siebenfach gekreuzt

A / gehen / rinnen / vergessen / zuordnen / sortieren / konzentrieren / aufnehmen / falten / fügen

B folgen / schäumen / gießen / können / köpfen / bedenken / schwitzen / wechseln / zählen / kreuzen

“Georg and the Sweating Peasant” /
Narrative from the Sacred Field, October 28th

The voice of the narrator says: Georg Wilberg on the left side of the stage (marked with A) sitting in a cardboard cube. On the right side (marked with B) an a-catholic peasant, to be identified by his completely sweaty shirt, which reached up to his knees. All around the peasant are empty bottles on the ground.

Georg Wilberg, with a somewhat muffled voice from the cardboard cube:
“First we went quietly and slowly, then we were running!”

He pauses.
“Then everything went dark. I always forget to assign the cloth to those believers who asked me for. To sort is my assignment: The good ones go into the pot, the bad ones go into your crop. I must concentrate on that.”

The cardboard cube wobbles. The peasant, who had been stretched out between the bottles, sits up in shock and stares at the cube. The cube gets petrified, again Georg’s voice:
“We have to take up again the persecution of those who have stolen the clothes of the Orthodox. Even mine! Oh yes, in the eyes of the Lord we are all equal, born naked, so we will die. But in between, I would really appreciate it if I could have my cloth back!”

Very slowly, he folds up the double cardboard that closes the cube, stretches out his arm so that he can put his finger into the hole he has drilled from the inside:
“Yes, it fits!”

You can hear a sucking sound. Silence for a moment, then Georg’s voice again: “Oh yes, and be joined in paradise with those we love!”

The sucking and tapping from inside the cube gets louder. The cardboard cube wobbles more and more.
On the right side of the stage, the peasant stands up, stares at the wobbly cube without moving, and says to himself:

“My God, what a hard job to follow these guys, almost naked, but foamed all over their bodies. And what is this now? A hideout for the witches, who pour their devil’s drinks at all hours of the night?”

He bends down and grabs one of the bottles, yelling:
“Could you please stop that! Right now!”

The cardboard cube wobbles with increasing strength. The sound from inside is getting louder.
“Maybe the same witch who was beheading my newborn goat lambs!”

He starts to throw the bottle, but stops.
“No, this will be dangerous! She might put a spell on me! And that would be the least of it. Much worse is if she bewitches me and turns me into the rest of the smallest of my decapitated goat lambs!”

Breathing heavily, he speaks to himself:
“I need to calm down and consider what to do. One thing is for sure, I need a stronger weapon!”

The peasant is sweating heavily again.
“That will be the best, I’ll take my weapon after I have changed my cloth!”

The peasant disappears into the dark back of the stage.
The narrator’s voice says: Only the Lord has counted all his sheep. But until you have not crossed the river, you will not know if you are one of them.

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Tomaso Carnetto28 October 2023

Ereignisnotation 28. Oktober 2023

Georg Wilberg, Franziskaner-Missionar, wird, als er sich während des Dreißigjährigen Krieges im Auftrag der Oberen von Koblenz nach Mainz begibt, von a-katholischen Bauern überfallen und erschossen

Hagiographical Re-Canonization

–

A / gehen / rinnen / vergessen / zuordnen / sortieren / konzentrieren / aufnehmen / falten / fügen

B folgen / schäumen / gießen / können / köpfen / bedenken / schwitzen / wechseln / zählen / kreuzen

Georg Wilberg, with a somewhat muffled voice from the cardboard cube: “First we went quietly and slowly, then we were running!”

He pauses.“Then everything went dark. I always forget to assign the cloth to those believers who asked me for. To sort is my assignment: The good ones go into the pot, the bad ones go into your crop. I must concentrate on that.”

Very slowly, he folds up the double cardboard that closes the cube, stretches out his arm so that he can put his finger into the hole he has drilled from the inside: “Yes, it fits!”

You can hear a sucking sound. Silence for a moment, then Georg’s voice again: “Oh yes, and be joined in paradise with those we love!”

The sucking and tapping from inside the cube gets louder. The cardboard cube wobbles more and more.On the right side of the stage, the peasant stands up, stares at the wobbly cube without moving, and says to himself:

“My God, what a hard job to follow these guys, almost naked, but foamed all over their bodies. And what is this now? A hideout for the witches, who pour their devil’s drinks at all hours of the night?”

He bends down and grabs one of the bottles, yelling: “Could you please stop that! Right now!”

The cardboard cube wobbles with increasing strength. The sound from inside is getting louder.“Maybe the same witch who was beheading my newborn goat lambs!”

He starts to throw the bottle, but stops.“No, this will be dangerous! She might put a spell on me! And that would be the least of it. Much worse is if she bewitches me and turns me into the rest of the smallest of my decapitated goat lambs!”

Breathing heavily, he speaks to himself:“I need to calm down and consider what to do. One thing is for sure, I need a stronger weapon!”

The peasant is sweating heavily again. “That will be the best, I’ll take my weapon after I have changed my cloth!”

The peasant disappears into the dark back of the stage. The narrator’s voice says: Only the Lord has counted all his sheep. But until you have not crossed the river, you will not know if you are one of them.

Georg Wilberg, with a somewhat muffled voice from the cardboard cube:
“First we went quietly and slowly, then we were running!”

He pauses.
“Then everything went dark. I always forget to assign the cloth to those believers who asked me for. To sort is my assignment: The good ones go into the pot, the bad ones go into your crop. I must concentrate on that.”

Very slowly, he folds up the double cardboard that closes the cube, stretches out his arm so that he can put his finger into the hole he has drilled from the inside:
“Yes, it fits!”

The sucking and tapping from inside the cube gets louder. The cardboard cube wobbles more and more.
On the right side of the stage, the peasant stands up, stares at the wobbly cube without moving, and says to himself:

He bends down and grabs one of the bottles, yelling:
“Could you please stop that! Right now!”

The cardboard cube wobbles with increasing strength. The sound from inside is getting louder.
“Maybe the same witch who was beheading my newborn goat lambs!”

He starts to throw the bottle, but stops.
“No, this will be dangerous! She might put a spell on me! And that would be the least of it. Much worse is if she bewitches me and turns me into the rest of the smallest of my decapitated goat lambs!”

Breathing heavily, he speaks to himself:
“I need to calm down and consider what to do. One thing is for sure, I need a stronger weapon!”

The peasant is sweating heavily again.
“That will be the best, I’ll take my weapon after I have changed my cloth!”

The peasant disappears into the dark back of the stage.
The narrator’s voice says: Only the Lord has counted all his sheep. But until you have not crossed the river, you will not know if you are one of them.