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"Theater is a microcosm of a macrocosm called life." 
Theater is the art of life. It uses the tools such as body, movement, makeup, costume, lighting, and language, taken from real life, to symbolically represent the goods and evils of mankind in a highly artistic way. Theater mirrors its spectators in a variety of flexible forms throughout the human history depending upon the period and geography. No other art can get closer to humans and share their needs and tendencies with themselves more efficiently than theater. Theater is a living creature which forges a profound relationship with other living creatures called human beings and goes on a self-transformation journey throughout such a multifaceted process…
From The Philosophy of Theater by Reza Shirmarz
Despite the fact that Robert Wilson's works are profoundly audiovisual, to be honest, Robert Wilson, as a champion of breaking the rules and traditions as well as recreating them in a deeply unique form, does not let you measure his works, analyze them aesthetically and come up with certain aesthetic frameworks. Wilson's theater is unique since it takes its roots from theatrical traditions as well as the phenomenon of performance. We need to fathom different aspects of world theater (especially Richard Wagner's theories) in order to gain a better understanding of his fearless innovations and daring creative designs. For instance, Wilson's theater inherits the characteristics of Cage and Beckett simultaneously...
From I Think through My Eyes: A Research on Robert Wilson's Visual Theater by Reza Shirmarz
A short extract
I’ve been having the same nightmare most nights, since they’ve banned my plays and threatened my producers, my crew, my friends, my family… I saw myself chained by each wrist, I’m pulled apart and my body is about to be torn into two pieces. I struggle to get rid of the chains. The more movements I make, the more I’m pulled apart. I can see the blood gushing from the cracks of my chest and belly. I struggle to shout wildly and furiously… but they’ve muzzled me. (After a short pause) Eventually, the chains change into strings and two monstrous puppeteers take control of my limbs. They move my head, my hands, and my feet. They have control over all my actions and thoughts. They even speak for me. They move my lips and say the things I never meant. Then, their voice changes into whistles. They whistle so loudly that I can’t take it anymore, I try to get rid of the strings, but the more movements I make, the more they take me under control. Click to read Muzzled for free on Index On Censorship...
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