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I am fortunate and humbled to have accomplished Choreographer & Dancer Natalia Duong (Stanford/NYU Tisch School for the Arts) be inspired by my contribution to the As Us Literary Journal in observance of One Billion Rising, All Nations Rising in Indian Country, and the Save Wiyabi Project. Thank you for this piece of art, Natalia, it is beautiful when one person’s art touches another person’s art. - hb

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to be frank

is a return and a departure
a mourning created in night
a soliloquy of absence
complete unto itself.

It is a celebration of embodied memory
Inspired by hakim bellamy’s poem
When Love Gets Home.
for those who never find Home.

It is for the words left unsaid.

An exploration of old truths in a changed body.
It is not intended to be melancholic in nature
[though there may always be something missing]
but instead a celebration of agency
and things that feel good.

It is a movement for the moment
When the blizzard coats the ground
so we paint our presence in the snow.
And it melts.

Natalia Duong

February 14, 2013

Visit the As Us Journal #VDay edition here.

In late July of 2012, Albuquerque Poet Laureate Hakim Bellamy was invited to a conversation. This conversation was a conversation of global proportions. For years, VSA North 4th Arts Executive Director Marjorie Neset (and NewArt New Mexico) has consistently brought culturally critical African contemporary artists to New Mexico. Formally through Global Dance Fest and now through Journeys, Neset has connected Albuquerque and Africa through her collaboration with the African Contemporary Arts Consortium. MAPP International Productions administers the consortium and regularly convenes consortium members in Africa for artistic exchanges and dialogue. This year, Hakim was invited to attend, and invited himself to blog for ABQ Arts & Entertainment. We said “yes.”
Read all four episodes of this four part article from the bottom up!
Also check out Marj Neset’s Blog “Time and Place”

In late July of 2012, Albuquerque Poet Laureate Hakim Bellamy was invited to a conversation. This conversation was a conversation of global proportions. For years, VSA North 4th Arts Executive Director Marjorie Neset (and NewArt New Mexico) has consistently brought culturally critical African contemporary artists to New Mexico. Formally through Global Dance Fest and now through Journeys, Neset has connected Albuquerque and Africa through her collaboration with the African Contemporary Arts Consortium. MAPP International Productions administers the consortium and regularly convenes consortium members in Africa for artistic exchanges and dialogue. This year, Hakim was invited to attend, and invited himself to blog for ABQ Arts & Entertainment. We said “yes.”

Read all four episodes of this four part article from the bottom up!

Also check out Marj Neset’s Blog “Time and Place”

Share, “Like”, Arrive, Dance, Eat, Pray, Love, Drink, Dance!!!
Visit the Waylaid Facebook Page and join us this Thursday for a FREE good time on a Thursday night…Atmosphere, Ambiance, and ATTITUDE.
Join the movement (yeah, we mean dance and music)!

Share, “Like”, Arrive, Dance, Eat, Pray, Love, Drink, Dance!!!

Visit the Waylaid Facebook Page and join us this Thursday for a FREE good time on a Thursday night…Atmosphere, Ambiance, and ATTITUDE.

Join the movement (yeah, we mean dance and music)!

Check out the Urban Verbs Fam, Reviva and more rock art for hope, recovery & heroin awareness. Breaking Bad star Steven Michael Quezada will MC as we try to raise funds to build a comprehensive adolescent treatment center. $30 a person, $50 a couple…please help us help our teenagers that need help. AND have a good time while you are doing it (Steven is a comedian too, so it won’t be all sad…there will be smiles…and hope!) Click on the flyer above to go to the site and see the details!
Pssst…if you are peeking now…don’t ruin the surprise…this poem is not supposed to debut until tonight at 7:54pm at this event! shhhhh….


Tell My Horse with apologies to Zora Neale Hurston
– hakim bellamy

Said
“We love it SO much”
That we’ll one day
Become it

They are talking about
Zombies

Cause as teens
We are so into zombies
That we
Turn into zombies

We’ve got our ways

Got our own ways
Of living between
6 feet beneath here
And hell

We’ve got out own ways
Of living dead

Of animated corpses
Of taking life out of 3D
And putting it in 2

High
And not

There is Voodoo in our veins
That they call junk
And just like food
It fills our souls

Black magic,
Black tar & Black gold

Fuels those empty tunnels
Inside of us
By keeping our trains
            In tracks

Bath salts
Will only return us to the catacombs
That we just conquered

An Ex
Once told me that an OD
Felt a lot like sleep, ya know
It felt like I was close to death
And I could go
And I wouldn’t even know it

But “Life” has some nerve
We feel every minute of it
Drug from us
At the pace of a funeral procession
Kicking, screaming and laughing
Like a memory

Life lives
And leaves slow
Like a zombie

It is not what we inhale
Ingest or inject
It is what we love
It is what loves us
And who doesn’t

That. Is what we become

We’ve become walking survivors
Of society’s decomposition
Built on a landfill of backwards values
Buried next to a flag-wrapped cadaver
Suffering from the soldier’s sickness

There is nothing new about opiate addictions
Greeks have been getting high since 3rd Century B.C.
And Haitians
Invented Zombies

My chemical witchcraft
Is inherited from bokors

Forefather spin doctors
Spend dollars on witchdoctors
In an economy that wagers both,
Our unborn and our undead youth
As collateral

FOR power
FOR profit

And just like the 80s
“Dad, I learned it by watching you.”

When it became apparent
That home
Was heartless
We took to street corners
Roofless
Yet get pointed at
By outdoorsmen saying

“Just like animals
You are what you shoot”

And though we’ve killed enough of ourselves
To know we are not immortal
At least we are bulletproof
We are zombies
We dodge and eat strays like a champ

Born into this society of “bigger” problems
Hunting for villains and victims
And we are what we kill

We are simply a mirror
If your child is spending too much time alone
In their tomb
Look at us
Look at you

If you notice a drastic change in your teens appearance
Ask questions
Even though it should be obvious
That some time between yesterday
AND NOW
That we were bitten and turned into zombies

Parent,
If your child doesn’t wake up for school
If we DON’T WAKE UP

Parent,
Maybe, JUST MAYBE, you could skip class today too
Maybe we need you
To be our sangoma and reverse this spell
Perhaps this “All the time” working,
Isn’t working

We are your reflection
There is a reason
We look like the nuclear holocaust
Going on inside of us

Wage war on us
Like an epidemic
When we deserve treatment
Like a biblical plague

The last time she got high
She said, “Every follicle on her body
Resembled an a sprawling cemetery
Of empty graves…
Dirtless
Holy…
And that smack hit her bloodstream
Like a shotgun of zombies crawling out of every single one.
‘Cross
            her
                    skin”

There is a fluidity with death
That comes
After you’ve survived
And resurrected
Again and again

There is a reason we call this shit heaven

There is a lot in common
With us,
And Lazarus
And Jesus
And zombies

And sometimes we don’t know
Who is being sacrificed
Sometimes we don’t know
What we are turning into
Because we love it SO much.

And I’m not saying Jesus is a zombie
I’m just sayin’…

We are the warning signs
Not the problem

Yes,
There is an apocalypse coming
But please,
PLEASE
Do not
Blame the zombies.

© Hakim Bellamy August 11, 2012

Check out the Urban Verbs Fam, Reviva and more rock art for hope, recovery & heroin awareness. Breaking Bad star Steven Michael Quezada will MC as we try to raise funds to build a comprehensive adolescent treatment center. $30 a person, $50 a couple…please help us help our teenagers that need help. AND have a good time while you are doing it (Steven is a comedian too, so it won’t be all sad…there will be smiles…and hope!) Click on the flyer above to go to the site and see the details!

Pssst…if you are peeking now…don’t ruin the surprise…this poem is not supposed to debut until tonight at 7:54pm at this event! shhhhh….


Tell My Horse with apologies to Zora Neale Hurston

– hakim bellamy

Said

“We love it SO much”

That we’ll one day

Become it

They are talking about

Zombies

Cause as teens

We are so into zombies

That we

Turn into zombies

We’ve got our ways

Got our own ways

Of living between

6 feet beneath here

And hell

We’ve got out own ways

Of living dead

Of animated corpses

Of taking life out of 3D

And putting it in 2

High

And not

There is Voodoo in our veins

That they call junk

And just like food

It fills our souls

Black magic,

Black tar & Black gold

Fuels those empty tunnels

Inside of us

By keeping our trains

            In tracks

Bath salts

Will only return us to the catacombs

That we just conquered

An Ex

Once told me that an OD

Felt a lot like sleep, ya know

It felt like I was close to death

And I could go

And I wouldn’t even know it

But “Life” has some nerve

We feel every minute of it

Drug from us

At the pace of a funeral procession

Kicking, screaming and laughing

Like a memory

Life lives

And leaves slow

Like a zombie

It is not what we inhale

Ingest or inject

It is what we love

It is what loves us

And who doesn’t

That. Is what we become

We’ve become walking survivors

Of society’s decomposition

Built on a landfill of backwards values

Buried next to a flag-wrapped cadaver

Suffering from the soldier’s sickness

There is nothing new about opiate addictions

Greeks have been getting high since 3rd Century B.C.

And Haitians

Invented Zombies

My chemical witchcraft

Is inherited from bokors

Forefather spin doctors

Spend dollars on witchdoctors

In an economy that wagers both,

Our unborn and our undead youth

As collateral

FOR power

FOR profit

And just like the 80s

“Dad, I learned it by watching you.”

When it became apparent

That home

Was heartless

We took to street corners

Roofless

Yet get pointed at

By outdoorsmen saying

“Just like animals

You are what you shoot”

And though we’ve killed enough of ourselves

To know we are not immortal

At least we are bulletproof

We are zombies

We dodge and eat strays like a champ

Born into this society of “bigger” problems

Hunting for villains and victims

And we are what we kill

We are simply a mirror

If your child is spending too much time alone

In their tomb

Look at us

Look at you

If you notice a drastic change in your teens appearance

Ask questions

Even though it should be obvious

That some time between yesterday

AND NOW

That we were bitten and turned into zombies

Parent,

If your child doesn’t wake up for school

If we DON’T WAKE UP

Parent,

Maybe, JUST MAYBE, you could skip class today too

Maybe we need you

To be our sangoma and reverse this spell

Perhaps this “All the time” working,

Isn’t working

We are your reflection

There is a reason

We look like the nuclear holocaust

Going on inside of us

Wage war on us

Like an epidemic

When we deserve treatment

Like a biblical plague

The last time she got high

She said, “Every follicle on her body

Resembled an a sprawling cemetery

Of empty graves…

Dirtless

Holy…

And that smack hit her bloodstream

Like a shotgun of zombies crawling out of every single one.

‘Cross

            her

                    skin”

There is a fluidity with death

That comes

After you’ve survived

And resurrected

Again and again

There is a reason we call this shit heaven

There is a lot in common

With us,

And Lazarus

And Jesus

And zombies

And sometimes we don’t know

Who is being sacrificed

Sometimes we don’t know

What we are turning into

Because we love it SO much.

And I’m not saying Jesus is a zombie

I’m just sayin’…

We are the warning signs

Not the problem

Yes,

There is an apocalypse coming

But please,

PLEASE

Do not

Blame the zombies.

© Hakim Bellamy August 11, 2012

The Roots Revival Musical team was on KASA/FOX2 on Monday promoting this weekend’s three show run of Roots Revival. Find out more about Roots Revival (originally written, scored and cast in Albuquerque for Black History Month) and other Black History Month events at the NM Black History Month Committee website. For the price of admission the show also includes the art exhibit, FOUR + 1. The FOUR + 1 Art Exhibition curated by Ben Hazard and Tom Lark equals five professional visual artists – FOUR African Americans who live, work and show in New Mexico and 1 African artist who lives in Ghana and shows exclusively in Albuquerque. All three nights of the Roots Revival run (February 3rd-5th) will include the FOUR + 1 and be catered for the $20 entry fee.

Friday, February 3, 2012 8pm Show – Hosted by the Links Albuquerque Chapter

JAMBO CAFÉ
www.jambocafe.net‎

The exotic locale of Lamu Island, off the coast of Kenya, with its Swahili fusion of European, Arabic and Indian influences, is at the heart of owner-chef Ahmed Obo’s spirited cuisine. It was there, in his mother’s aromatic kitchen, that Ahmed mastered his homeland’s unique gastronomic delights, beginning a culinary adventure that would ultimately lead him to Santa Fe, New Mexico where, in August, 2009, he fulfilled his life’s dream by opening Jambo Café.

Saturday, February 4, 2012 8pm Show – Hosted by the Buffalo Soldier Motorcycle Club Albuquerque Chapter

ZEA Rotisserie & Grill
www.zearestaurantabq.com

Zea Rotisserie & Grill is a lively neighborhood restaurant serving locals & visitors alike a variety of tasty, innovative dishes in a fun & casual atmosphere. The menu at the Zea Rotisserie & Grill features rotisserie meats that have been spice-rubbed and roasted in the French rotisserie oven. Zea proudly serves quality foods with a Southern flair.

Sunday, February 5, 2012 2pm Show – Hosted by the Order of the Eastern Stars, Albuquerque Chapter

Mr. Powdrell’s BBQ House
www.mrpowdrellsbbq.com

Good Barbeque doesn’t just happen by accident – it takes time. And our family owned restaurants have been serving the best barbeque in New Mexico for over 4 decades. We pride ourselves not only on our delicious, finger-licking food, but also on our excellent service. Our restaurants provide a down home experience from our family to yours.

AN ASSORTMENT OF HOMEMADE DESSERTS EVERY NIGHT BY RAVEN RUTHERFORD, BLACKBIRD PIES

Blackbird Pies
Raven Rutherford, Owner

Please visit the New Mexico Black Expo 2011 Facebook Page. Like it. Share it. Show up…on Saturday, September 24th from 10a-6p on Civic Plaza, Downtown Albuquerque. This event is free and open to the public! Don’t just support the Black Community in New Mexico, come be a part of it. (Sponsored by the New Mexico Office of African American Affairs).

Please visit the New Mexico Black Expo 2011 Facebook Page. Like it. Share it. Show up…on Saturday, September 24th from 10a-6p on Civic Plaza, Downtown Albuquerque. This event is free and open to the public! Don’t just support the Black Community in New Mexico, come be a part of it. (Sponsored by the New Mexico Office of African American Affairs).