Aleksander Dębicz

A selection of poems from Charles Bukowski’s book ‘On Cats’ creates a bitter-sweet (sung!) tale of feline closeness, tenderness, love, hate, fear, battles, wounds and dying. On the stage we’ll see four types of cats: ‘a bland fellow, gets along with all the other cats’, ‘the clown, big boy, endless scratches’, ‘her existence is so damned (...), if she could read she would probably wax to the sisters Brontë’, and ‘the perfect animal, he will never be tamed’.

Perhaps we’ll recognise our own cats among them, or we may even recognise ourselves. Our failures and brief moments of happiness, loneliness and love. Especially love. After all, as Bukowski said ‘I don't like love as a command, as a search. It must come to you, like a hungry cat at the door.'