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The Home of Hakm's B-Side e-alter ego...his auxiliary brain or external hard drive...

If you are uncomfortable in your skin or easily hurt (or made self conscious) by people staring at you, then you might be made aggravated or uneasy as a tall, Black man in Nepal (I’m sure my obvious Americanness played a small part as well…save for the few airport health officials who asked if I was African because apparently only Black South Africans have Ebola). The first Black folk I encounter on my 18th day in Nepal (3 days before leaving) was a group of people from Los Angeles. They mentioned seeing one other Black man, a pilot, in their four weeks there as well. Fortunately, ten years in New Mexico has prepared a brother for that sort of eyeballing abroad. Happens all the time, but it takes less than a fraction of gut to tell whether someone stares out of genuine curiosity or contempt. Sometimes here, “bro” or “brother” might as well be “boy”. An explicit reference to my Blackness (they don’t address their non-black friends and family members like that). and sometimes it is nod to the interrelatedness of all human beings. Like I used to stare at the red tika on the third eye of my hindu brothers … with curiosity, until I went and spent time, and shared hugs, and found out for myself how they celebrate humanity. Again, I’ve never felt safer. There’s nothing dangerous  about asking to see someone else’s heart… if they feel you are coming from a genuine place, they will show it to you.
The altitude alone in the Himalayas gives the Sherpa and Tibetan (more Buddhist) people an evolutionary advantage, larger lung capacity … bigger hearts. It gave me the same. The practice of taking DEEP breaths in silence (meditating) and a much, much bigger heart. Thank you, Nepal.
And besides, I prefer to think they were staring at me because of my black (or blue) skin and irresistibility… like Vishnu. A hypnotic, black hole of truth … the preserver of the universe … and all that jazz. ;)
Namaste (The Divine in Me Honors The Divine In You)

If you are uncomfortable in your skin or easily hurt (or made self conscious) by people staring at you, then you might be made aggravated or uneasy as a tall, Black man in Nepal (I’m sure my obvious Americanness played a small part as well…save for the few airport health officials who asked if I was African because apparently only Black South Africans have Ebola). The first Black folk I encounter on my 18th day in Nepal (3 days before leaving) was a group of people from Los Angeles. They mentioned seeing one other Black man, a pilot, in their four weeks there as well. Fortunately, ten years in New Mexico has prepared a brother for that sort of eyeballing abroad. Happens all the time, but it takes less than a fraction of gut to tell whether someone stares out of genuine curiosity or contempt. Sometimes here, “bro” or “brother” might as well be “boy”. An explicit reference to my Blackness (they don’t address their non-black friends and family members like that). and sometimes it is nod to the interrelatedness of all human beings. Like I used to stare at the red tika on the third eye of my hindu brothers … with curiosity, until I went and spent time, and shared hugs, and found out for myself how they celebrate humanity. Again, I’ve never felt safer. There’s nothing dangerous  about asking to see someone else’s heart… if they feel you are coming from a genuine place, they will show it to you.

The altitude alone in the Himalayas gives the Sherpa and Tibetan (more Buddhist) people an evolutionary advantage, larger lung capacity … bigger hearts. It gave me the same. The practice of taking DEEP breaths in silence (meditating) and a much, much bigger heart. Thank you, Nepal.

And besides, I prefer to think they were staring at me because of my black (or blue) skin and irresistibility… like Vishnu. A hypnotic, black hole of truth … the preserver of the universe … and all that jazz. ;)

Namaste (The Divine in Me Honors The Divine In You)

This morning I hung out with my new brethren Dilip Bohora (connection courtesy of Jimmy Lusero Codename Jimmy Luke…I from Philly to I Tony Luked his name, shoutout to Tony Luke’s (Old Philly Style Sandwiches)y Style Sandwiches)) He is doing amazing work with teacher professional development (language development) and after school program work with Nepali students at Pancha Kanya Middle School in Chundevi, Maharajgung. A morning of gratitude and greatness. Thank you sir.
Miles and miles of smiles.

Miles and miles of smiles.

Tagged with:  #travel  #nepal  #khatmandu  #oneworld  #poetry
My kalava (thread bracelet, blessed during and tied on after the ceremony) after my puja on my right wrist. Some of you know, if you’ve asked, others may not…but my born middle name is Hakim ( حكيم roughly means wise/doctor in Arabic) and my son’s middle name is Mikah ( מִיכָה ), the inverse spelling of Hakim, and it is Hebrew (based on the book Micah in the Bible shares the root nomenclature, roughly meaning “He who is like God”). I knew if I ever had a son I would do this because in my immediate family, most everyone except my mom and my baby brother go by a derivative of their middle name rather than their first name. So even though my son tends to be called by his first name at school, our Bellamy family trend-ition places an emphasis on middle names (plus it allowed his mother and I to end the civil war over the child’s name a full two days AFTER he was born!). Nonetheless, the intention behind it (besides it was cool to spell my name backwards and have it mean something) was that I thought it poetic for my name to be Arabic and his name to be Hebrew, especially with the age old strife in a particular region of the world (which is particularly timely nowadays) because it represents an inherent conflict (i.e. Landlord/Tenant or Oedipal relationship) between father and son. I AM CERTAINLY NOT LIBERTY TO SAY WHO’S THE DADDY RE: GAZA, however, I hope for a peaceful resolution…just like I hope my son and I always stay connected at the wrist. ;) There’s a kalava for that.

My kalava (thread bracelet, blessed during and tied on after the ceremony) after my puja on my right wrist. Some of you know, if you’ve asked, others may not…but my born middle name is Hakim ( حكيم roughly means wise/doctor in Arabic) and my son’s middle name is Mikah ( מִיכָה ), the inverse spelling of Hakim, and it is Hebrew (based on the book Micah in the Bible shares the root nomenclature, roughly meaning “He who is like God”). I knew if I ever had a son I would do this because in my immediate family, most everyone except my mom and my baby brother go by a derivative of their middle name rather than their first name. So even though my son tends to be called by his first name at school, our Bellamy family trend-ition places an emphasis on middle names (plus it allowed his mother and I to end the civil war over the child’s name a full two days AFTER he was born!). Nonetheless, the intention behind it (besides it was cool to spell my name backwards and have it mean something) was that I thought it poetic for my name to be Arabic and his name to be Hebrew, especially with the age old strife in a particular region of the world (which is particularly timely nowadays) because it represents an inherent conflict (i.e. Landlord/Tenant or Oedipal relationship) between father and son. I AM CERTAINLY NOT LIBERTY TO SAY WHO’S THE DADDY RE: GAZA, however, I hope for a peaceful resolution…just like I hope my son and I always stay connected at the wrist. ;) There’s a kalava for that.

Thanks for the shout out, United Media Guild! 

Albuquerque poet laureate Hakim Bellamy writes about the dehumanization and killing of black men in the United States”

It was an honor, and a joy spending time with the great people of Uprising Radio.  Huge thank you to KPFK, Pacifica, and Sonali Kolhatkar for going above and beyond. 
Here’s a link to the Uprising Radio page:
http://uprisingradio.org/home/2014/08/21/albuequerque-poet-and-activist-hakim-bellamy-on-his-art-and-politics-part-1/

 

It was an honor, and a joy spending time with the great people of Uprising Radio.  Huge thank you to KPFK, Pacifica, and Sonali Kolhatkar for going above and beyond. 

Here’s a link to the Uprising Radio page:

http://uprisingradio.org/home/2014/08/21/albuequerque-poet-and-activist-hakim-bellamy-on-his-art-and-politics-part-1/

 

A poem I wrote on a plane two weeks before jumping out of a different plane.

Original poem by me. For my son.

Original music by Laura Mvula. Remix by SOHN.

http://www.themusicninja.com/electro-soul-laura-mvula-green-garden-sohn-remix/

http://sohnmusic.com

Today, I am going into Folsom State Prison to work with some of our country’s forgotten population. Johnny Cash did a famous performance of his famous song here in 1968. I’m no Johnny Cash, but I hope to bring some light and some love into a dark place (read: maximum security state penitentiary). May the spirit of Johnny Cash be with me, and the force be with you.

Rolled by old #FolsomPrison with @lovestang after a 3 hour session at CSP-SAC. Such a blessed day. Thrre were some REAL MCs in there too! I hope I gave them as much as they gave me. #LockedUp #TheHouseILiveIn#NationInside

Reppin’ Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity at 11,000 feet or so. We go hard or go home.  Mad love to my crew Ozone (Thomas) my tandem partner on my back, and Ritchie (my photog) behind the camera. #WeFly

@Lodi Skydiving Center
— in Lodi, California.

Dope show. Thank you John Flypoet Hensley. Good to reconnect with Javon Johnson who did his damn thang. Cocoa Brown was uber funny, Andre Washington of All-4-One sang his arse off, and Norton Wisdom made LIVE art. Great fun, awesome venue…you Cali folk should check it out. Thank you Kieran for getting me to everything ON TIME! ;)Hakim Bellamy - Chronometrophobia (Video courtesy of Mark Fischer)#Chronomentrophobia

Dope show. Thank you John Flypoet Hensley. Good to reconnect with Javon Johnson who did his damn thang. Cocoa Brown was uber funny, Andre Washington of All-4-One sang his arse off, and Norton Wisdom made LIVE art. Great fun, awesome venue…you Cali folk should check it out. Thank you Kieran for getting me to everything ON TIME! ;)

Hakim Bellamy - Chronometrophobia (Video courtesy of Mark Fischer)

#Chronomentrophobia