What I will become: I'll keep it short;
untouchable on the top
Looking down upon you all
Enjoying all the stars that have gone
before me
You see, I try to reach the highest.
It is a great comfort to me to know that even after my death you have not forgotten me.
That time has not yet come!
It is true that there was a long search before Vondel was found....He was a foundling, it is still unclear to me, but he was found and is a star.
He is a fallen star, so he is back on earth.
You naturally thought of a falling star as someone who rises and falls.
That is obvious, after all most disappear forever in the Dutch dung....too many cows, pigs and poets.
Even my next-door neighbor is on the poets' path.
It's a long way (Pieterpad) but he's doing it.
He writes about those wretched nettles. Yes, it doesn't sell.
My dead father's words : Julius, if you want to write poetry, you have to do great work. And I did great things.
I bought the most expensive fountain pen. I looked for a room under the eye of Simon Vinkenoog.
I stocked up on booze and shag and could not sleep. I exhausted myself with poetry. ....
I used to be a regular wholesale customer of the Hema, they have a great range of notepads.
For years I dabbled and filled the sheets with, if I do say so myself, great work.
Then, as it should be, I hid out in Paris for a very long time.
That's how it should be, I became a tramp.
And lived on the generous handouts of the Dutch,
That was hard, those Dutch. They came with old coins with Juliaantje still on them. Well, that doesn't help in the age of the euro.
So I was waiting for people to find me, the real connoisseurs, and rescue me from mortality.
Unfortunately, I was the victim of a kidnapping by the French immigration authorities.
I was expelled from the country by the latter.
That is how I became a postman.
And I can tell you that I have never delivered so many texts. I know that when I pass by, people run to the letterbox.
Ah, it's nice to work, and grateful too, you know, people are waiting for you.....
And then, when I am in heaven, the people will say goh.... You remember old Julius: he always had something to bring.
They see.....that they will not forget me when I am dead!!!
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Ik ben , en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm.
