13 poems of Bukowski’s ‘The last night of the earth poems’
are woven together by Willem van Ekeren
with 13 parts of the ‘Well-tempered keyboard’ of Bach.

the aliens prelude in D major wk I

there are people who go through life easily, but I am not one of them

balloons fugue in D major wk I

a guy who was selling balloons got shot

flat tire prelude in c sharp minor wk I

misery on the freeway

blasted apart with the first breath fugue in f minor wk I

if, at the end of our life, we look back, we find out that it is sad, incomparable, and worst of all is not that we wasted our lives, but that it was wasted on us

Charles the Lion-Hearted prelude in E major wk I

ode to an old man

transport fugue in a minor wk I

characteristics of travelling by bus, train and airplane, peculiarities of own cars and in the end a dream trip

the bluebird prelude in g sharp minor wk I

there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but nobody may find out it’s there, occasionally, when everybody is asleep, I let him out

in the bottom fugue in b minor wk I

apparently chaotic series of impressions

be kind fugue in D flat major wk II

we always have to be kind to other people, especially if they are old, but age is the total of our doing; age is not a crime, but a deliberately wasted life is

eyeless through space fugue in f sharp minor wk I

it’s no longer any good, the world is upside down, lots of things are wrong, it was going to happen and now it did

nirvana prelude in b minor wk II

on a bus ride a young man experiences the unexpected magic of a little cafe in the hills

this prelude in b flat minor wk II

this ridiculous idolizing of our celebs, but hey, we maintain it ourselves

surprise time again prelude in A major wk II

wanted: killer

jam fugue in c sharp minor wk I

friday night traffic jam troubles

spark prelude in b minor wk I

I always hated my time as a worker, I considered suicide, but something in me said I had to save a spark

within the dense overcast fugue in B major wk II

reflections of different kind

flophouse prelude in b flat minor wk I

the atmosphere at the shelter for the homeless, where 56 men are squeezed together; it’s hopeless, you cannot bare it and you wonder what has happened to the children from once

the idiot fugue in D major wk II

as a child I decided to become an idiot, slowly people started to notice and Mrs. Gredis took care of me

oh, I was a ladies’ man prelude in B flat major wk II

hunter or hunted, in control or submit to, lust or load?

peace prelude in D flat major wk II

in a cafe a couple drink a beer

Dinosauria, we fugue in b flat minor wk II

a profetic sketch of the end of life on earth; even the rich can’t get away from it

you know and I know and thee know prelude in f minor wk I

the end as we know it now seems a lousy trick after a lousy agony, but we all know, during the most different situations, that we will defeat death