“The world of a deaf child opened up to us like a wordless mouth. For more than four hours, we went to inhabit this universe where, in the absence of words, of sounds, sixty people had no words except to move…I never saw anything more beautiful in the world since I was born. Never never has any play come anywhere near this one, because it is at once life awake and the life of closed eyes, the confusion between everyday life and the life of each night, reality mingles with dream, all that’s inexplicable in the life of deaf man…Never as here, from a dark hole in the theater, have I ever experienced the feeling, in confronting the spectacle of Robert Wilson, that if ever the world finally changes, and ceases to be this hell ones sees at the end of almost four hours on the stage, and it is the hell where is the slag pit and the mine, that if ever the world changes and men become like the dancer I spoke of, free, free, free...it’s through freedom man will have changed. Freedom, radiant freedom of the soul and the body.”

“Of course Mr. Wilson is doomed to be dubbed visual. And he most beautifully is. He has also created some fascinating time equations in the theater—his phasing is very conscious and very slow. ... Wilson could implode the minds of a new generation.”