Self is a flower

Self is a flower

Friday, 24 March 2017

The call of the bird is manifestating



How the new cover idea came into being

Soon my book of poetry The Call Of The Ink Bird will be published by Tandava Press. It is only a matter of a few more weeks! Today I made a new decision for which image has to come on the cover. I did a poll on facebook where people could vote on two images. I got many votes and one of the pictures, one with a peacock, was winning but than I got into a conversation with a Dutch poetess that I appreciate a lot. She said neither of them two illustrations are suitable for the cover of a poetry book. She gave me her reasons and to be fair, pretty soon I was delighted! All along I felt that the cover wasn't right yet and after this conversation I got an idea and the inner fire to realize it quickly. '

Changing babynames

Naming and shaping a book definitly has some similarities to naming and growing a baby. All three of my children had different names before they were born, until the point came, somewhere during the last weeks before birth, that what had to become their real name revealed itself to me/us. Livia was once called Vashti, before I got pregnant I used to think of her as Elva. I can't remember what we used to call Davin when he was a bellybaby, but it for sure wasn't Davin all along but if he would have been a girl I liked the name Kamille. Remi was once called Elliot or Rosa Lee for a girl.
Why Ink-bird? 

In the case of the book, the name has changed as well, from Deciduous Woman to Call Of The Ink Bird.  The birds naturally flew into my illustrations and than I found them in many poems as well. The woman that goes through the seasons like the deciduous tree, the earthy illusion of transformation, is still a strongly present subject. The birds are manifestations and mirrors of the muse. It is their call that inspires and reminds her of the creative expression, their song that makes the ink flow. Of course this is a metaphor, I hear this call to create from inside, from the quiet song that is darkness. The ink symbolizes this darkness, which is the darkness of the womb, the darkness of the sea and the night-sky. But the ink has stars. Look, there is life in the ink! You, me, plants, minerals, animals, our stories, our creations, our thoughts and emotions. And your face is also in the beauty of a feather.


Do you have a special connection to birds or a certain type of bird? I might have a few lines of poetry in my book that I can share with you. Just mention your bird of choice in the comments and I will see if I can find it! 



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