- take back space
- Greetings from the library
- Dear Jewel
- BROKEN HEART BROKEN HEART
- Not all Advertising looks like an Ad
- A Canadian Anthem
- my addiction
- Growing up I never thought
- We are all normal
- Drugstore Window
- Pinochio Knows or Gepetto was a Pervert
- Don’t Get Me Started
- Spring Flamenco Series at the Carnegie
take back space
I was talking last week with libby davies, member of
parliament for the downtown eastside of vancouver,
and libby told of a star trek episode she'd seen - a
futuristic situation in san francisco - an enormous wall
had been constructed dividing poor people from every-
one else .. and outside this wall
in super consumerist upscale society
there was almost no awareness of who was struggling
to survive on the other side of the wall
nor how wretched their living conditions were
and libby said "that's not our future
it's happening right now"
north america's anti-panhandling bylaws and other
prohibitions against the presence of certain people
in what was formerly public space is a central objective
in the global and local writ against the poor
to put this situation in perspective I'd like to quote
from an excellent book "geographies of exclusion" by
david sibley; he says
"power is expressed in the monopolization of space
and the relegation of weaker groups in society to less
desirable environments .. the boundaries between the
consuming and nonconsuming public are strengthening
with nonconsumption being construed
as a form of deviance
at the same time as spaces of consumption eliminate
public spaces in city centres, processes of control are
manifested in the exclusion of those who are judged to
be deviant imperfect or marginal - who is felt to belong
and not belong contributes in an important way to the
shaping of social space
it is often the case that this hostility to others
is articulated as a concern about property values
the urge to make separations between clean and dirty
ordered and disordered us and them that is
to expel the abject is encouraged in western cultures
because such separations can never finally be achieved
this anxiety is reinforced by the culture of consumption
in western societies
the success of capitalism depends on it
and a necessary feature of the geographies of exclusion
the literal mappings of power relations and rejection
is the collapse of categories like public and private and
to be diseased or disabled is a mark of imperfection
the fear of infection leads to erection of the barricades
to resist the spread of diseased polluted others
there is a history of imaginary geographies
which cast minorities .. imperfect people ..
and a list of others who are seen to pose a threat
to the dominant group in society as polluting bodies
or folk devils who are then located elsewhere
this elsewhere might be nowhere
as when genocide or moral transformation
of a minority like prostitutes are advocated
the imagery of defilement which locates people
on the margins or in residual spaces
is now more likely to be applied
to the mentally disabled the homeless prostitutes
and some racialized minorities"
the downtown eastside of vancouver, where I live, is
by any statistical measurement of poverty and disease
a third world area
besieged by upscale developmental greed
of truly genocidal proportions
the highest rates and numbers of hiv/aids .. suicide ..
hepatitis c .. syphilis and tuberculosis
in the western world
and close to the lowest life expectancy
and the single question I am asked more than any other
by media and concerned citizens
is "where will they go?'
where will the people go when they are driven
from this area by gentrification/displacement?
referring to sibley, I must conclude that
the municipal provincial and federal governments
must have some imaginary geography in mind
because there is nowhere for the people to go
and in the downtown eastside
the public space that has been available for
drug addicts, mentally disabled, homeless, prostitutes
is being seized from them
shutters and grates cover doorways and stairwells
where human beings who have nowhere else to go
at least could stand for awhile
awnings are removed from buildings so that cold rain
pouts down on very ill people
large private security forces
in gastown and chinatown business districts
enforce to the limits of their capability
and harass poor and vulnerable people
out of their areas .. away from tourists and businesses
there is serious talk of establishing what is being called
the carroll street corridor - a kind of demilitarized zone
between gastown and chinatown so that tourists do not
have to walk through the defiled downtown eastside
and in the midst of the downtown eastside
the police have established a red zone
for prisoners released from jail, meaning you could
be arrested simply for being found on a certain block
and vancouver city council has recently invested time
and money in an attempt to circumvent
the charter of rights and freedoms
naming the downtown eastside specifically as the target
of this action to loosen even more
the search and seizure regulations
there are no-go zones in new westminster
several block areas where you can be charged
if you are deemed an undesirable just for being there
and that is basically in response to drug addicts
from the downtown eastside to new west by police
but there is resistance. I know there is here in victoria
and in vancouver not long ago
activists protesting the anti-panhandling bylaw
invaded city hall and occupied city council chambers
the sophistication of the system we are opposing is
such that the presence of panhandlers in business areas
of vancouver has been greatly reduced without the
police having to change a single person yet
thus the system is able to avoid a public legal challenge
and public space continues to be seized
to put this in a theological perspective I'll briefly quote
from a book entitled "money and power"
written by jacques ellul, who fought in the resistance
in france during the second world war
and engaged in many social justice struggles
throughout the remainder of his life. ellul says
"ultimately the rich seek to kill the poor
this happens because fine rich are exasperated
by constantly being called into question by god
through the poor - and this is the real reason for
the amazing problem that in all societies the rich
have detested the poor and why when precisely
the rich are the powerful the superior the strong
do they set themselves against the poor?
we can find of course all the psychological and
sociological rcasons we could want
but none of these reasons is definitive
none really explains but they all relate to the fact
that the poor are a temporal reflection of god"
to resist today is to take back space but when
we are few in numbers and have no money or political
power, what do we do?
the question 1 finally asked myself is not which cause,
which new assault on the poor should I take on?
anti-panhandling bylaws? the health care system?
housing? the legal system? racism? unemployment?
the theft of children from poor women? welfare?
but who are the defiled? the ones who don't belong?
- the human beings who are relentlessly
those who are victimized by this social cleansing?
in the downtown eastside
as well as throughout the province of british columbia
it is the drug addicts who are homeless, diseased
who are excluded, marginalized, pushed out, vilified
abandoned arid destroyed
arid it is the impoverished drug addict on whom
the entire system bear's down every institution of
law education business health and religion
the degraded situation and circumstances of drug addicts
is one issue that affects or will affect everyone in b.c.
and is the only opening, the only breach in the system
I have yet seen
during my activism in the downtown eastside
the horrendous condition of drug addicts has forced
government, the system,
to yield resources it never would have otherwise
I believe that in the downtown eastside
to defend the entire community of poor people
the best way to do it is to defend and stand with and for
those who are most defiled and excluded
the drug addicts
a year ago several downtown eastside activists
involved with the drug situation held a protest
we blocked the corner of main and hastings
and distributed a pamphlet describing the horrendous
situation of overdose deaths and disease
we planted 1200 crosses in oppenheimer park to
commemorate the number of people
who have died as a result of drug overdoses
in the past 4 years
as a member of the vancouver/richmond health board
representing the downtown eastside !"
I introduced a motion which passed declaring the
hiv/aids infection rate among injection drug users
vancouver's first public health emergency
these events brought international media attention
to the predicament in the downtown eastside
and since drug addiction and its consequences affects
all areas of our live including massive health care costs
the media has the story from one perspective or another
ever since, in such a widespread and ongoing manner,
that libby davies said she has never
in all her years of activism seen anything like it
at approximately the same time as these events
ann livingston and myself held meetings with drug
addicts in the downtom! eastside
hundreds of addicts and listened to them say over and
over that what they most needed was a place to go
a place, some space to be safe and rest and have the use
of a telephone and a shower and a restroom
common amenities denied them
for even the community centre in the area is off limits
from these meetings a campaign developed
for a 24-hour resource centre for drug users
and that coincided with the federal government
the liberals conning forth with a million dollars to deal
with the public health emergency
and it's been decided that the federal government will
initially fund this resource centre for addicts
a commitment which would have seemed
impossible unthinkable and absurd a year ago
there's currently a battle over where this facility will be
and there are those insisting it be located anywhere
elsewhere nowhere but it will be in the downtown
eastside; and it is space taken back
beeause if anything can be said to be an
anti-gentrification project, it is this one
and the health board in cooperation (of all things)
with other ministries and b.c housing
put together money not marked for any other housing
venture and purchased 2 hotels in the dark heart of the
emergency - the block where the red zone is located
the block most people in business wish was gentrified
and the addicts expelled as soon as possible
and these 2 hotels will house mentally disabled drug
ddicts, many of whom are infected with hiv/aids
this initiative is an important signal that a commitment
has been made to house "undesirables"
in the downtown eastside
and most dramatically of any project so far
is a drug users' organization
also funded by the vancouver/richmond health board
it's called vandu -vancouver area network of drug users
sibley says in his book
"there is always the hope thaI through political action
the humanity of the rejected will be recognized
and the images of defilemenl discarded"
and that is what vandu
has most powerfully begun to accomplish -
the de-marginalization of those most marginalized
the most powerless and voiceless are finding their
voices and speaking forth at meetings and conferences
and on committees where they had never been seen
or heard before
it occurs to me regarding activism in the downtown
eastside that out of all advocacy efforts and all the
meetings and demonstrations around housing, while
important as acts of resistance, they have not yielded
one square inch of space taken back
but the drug emergency has been truly hopeful
a petition campaign was begun by vandu members
for safe injection rooms in the downtown eastside
more space for the lowest the least and the last
and because of the horrendous number of overdose
deaths, this has become a possibility
the 24-hour resource centre committee unanimously
supported this petition
and safe injection sites and this committee
includes a gastown business leader and an inspector of
the vancouver police department and the chief medical
officer of be. john millar, in a report on the public
health emergency, urges the government to yield
resources with housing mentioned prominently
to help save lives of drug users
out of this suffering of drug addicts and their families
out of this exclusion, out of this genocide,
out of the enormous health care costs now and later
out of the monstrous market of international drug
trade against first nations people out of the wild fire
consequences of the prohibition of illicit drugs
out of the disease, out of the lives of the most
execrated most written-off and hated human beings
in our society has come an opening .. a possibility for
for change for taking back space
and the emergency is not going to go away
problems associated with drug use will only increase
and worsen if real changes are not made
for social activists
this is an opportunity that may not ever come again
you can take on the whole system
from the side of a drug addict
this crisis is in victoria, it is in the comox valley
it is on reserves throughout the province
it is across the world
and so I urge political activists to organize with drug
addicts - they are in the biggest mess there is
their lives are the biggest messes and the closer you are
to them the more of a mess you get into
but this solidarity is the only hope I see
for actual concrete change
the downtown eastside is being crushed
there are a million battles to fight
I have never before realized the width and breadth and
power of the system as I have in this advocacy
because here is a real threat to the system, trying
to save the lives of those others would rather see die
I'll close with another quotation
from the best book 1 know on this whole debacle
it's called "the corner"
the comer being the drug comer, the drug scene.
the authors david simon and edward bum say
"the corner is everywhere and we have swallowed
some disastrous pretensions allowing ourselves a naive
sincerity that even now assumes the battle
can be restricted to heroin and cocaine
limited to a self-contained cadre of lawbreakers
when all along the conflict was ripe to become a war
against tire underclass itself
we can commit to the people of the corner to the notion
that they are our own, that their future is our future
or we can throw the problem back on them
empathy demands that we recognize ourselves
in their faces, that we acknowledge the addictive
impulse is something more than simple lawlessness
that we begin to see the corner
as the last refuge of the truly disowned
and connectedness admits
that between their world and ours
in human terms at least
is never as great as we make it seem"
Greetings from the library
Hello! My name is Elizabeth, and I work as the Carnegie Librarian every Monday and on alternate Saturday afternoons. I’ve had the pleasure of working at Carnegie Library several times before, helping to plan the annual Alley Health Fair in 2011 and again in 2013. I’ve really been enjoying having regularly scheduled days at Carnegie and getting to see the same friendly faces from week to week.
When I’m not at Carnegie, I work as a Children’s Librarian across the Vancouver Public Library system. I also regularly volunteer just down the street with the Saint James Music Academy, an after-school music program for children living in the DTES. Looking forward to seeing you in the library!
Also, we have another new face at the library this month, Devin Egan. Devin will be acting for James as the Carnegie Library Supervisor. James has been asked to help out downtown at the Central Library for about 3 months, so Devin will be with us during that time. Please stop in to say hello and give a warm Carnegie welcome to Devin!
My darling. Do you miss me like I miss you?
Don’t lie, you need me like I need you.
Remember when we first met? It was your first time out. I was sitting with your friends across the fire from you. We flirted a little, stole hidden glances here and there. I could feel your excitement along with your innocence and purity; I couldn’t wait to be your first. It was magical, wasn’t it? Remember how it felt when I first touched your lips? I cascaded down your throat and enveloped your lungs in a warm embrace. You couldn’t believe it – it was pure ecstasy. I swear you felt it right down to your knees. I held you close. You didn’t notice but I watched as you sat there with that euphoric smile on your face, and I knew you’d grow to love my savage grace.
those were such great times we had, so why are yo so mad? You should be glad! I waited patiently every time you turned your back. who was there for you when alex died? who held you when you cried? who took the pain away? who helped you pick up the pieces and put on a brave face at the end of the day? Sure we had a few rough patches: when we stole from your parents, when we lied to your sisters and cheated your friend, ya got a bit hopeless, angry, maybe a little depressed… in the end just remember we both had one goal, love, so don’t be sad, you did not have to sell your soul . . .
Cheyenne Maya StevensBROKEN HEART BROKEN HEART
BROKEN HEART BROKEN HEART
An Exhibition on Trauma
"The Thin Veneer of the Lost Limbic"
Does The Male Have a Psyche?”
By Montana King
AT THE CARNEGIE CENTRE
401 Main St. 3rd floor
FRIDAY APRIL 4th 5:30-8:00 pm. Not all Advertising looks like an Ad
Not all Advertising looks like an Ad
‘Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.’ A little homily to deal with reality. The one that makes more sense to me is ‘Subjective approach with objective adjustment.’ This keeps the wide spectrum of possibilities in perspective and allows conscious intelligent and intuitive responses.
It also helps one keep their wits about them when anger or other difficult emotions strive to colour and muddy a situation. A prime example is the poor-bashing diatribe/ad that’s on Page 2 of a recent Vancouver Sun. As of this writing 121 people are signed up to speak at City Hall on the controversial Local Area Plan set to decide the developments to be permitted in the Downtown Eastside for the next 30 years.
The author Shelley Fralic went on and on about how much of a money pit the area has been for decades, how undeserving residents are for their anti-social & anti-goodness lives. According to the stereotypes she is flaunting, every addict has chosen to be one and should rot in hell; every disabled or mentally ill bozo has nobody to blame but him or herself and should stop sucking on the tit of governments that idiotically keeps them alive. Every crime, undesirable result of poor people driving all the decent people away, every family having to lock up their kids to keep them from being ravaged by contact with or even knowing about the cesspool the Downtown Eastside has become are all due to her and all the decent people allowing it. But it’s just the spectre of low-income people getting anything that brings out the poor-bashing in force and vehemence.
Fralic writes as though she is speaking directly to the prejudices, the bigotry and the cultivated ignorance of Mr & Mrs John Q Taxpayer. There is no room or even need for further argument: all these undesirable, indecent, dishonest, criminal activities and the people responsible for same (I guess that’s us!) must go “somewhere else.”
Sound familiar? It was exactly the same when the Chinatown Merchants Association made statements in the press, right after a front page quip in the same Vancouver Sun about how there were at least 7000 addicts living in the hell of the Downtown Eastside, and the CMA said, “We love drug addicts. They should go into treatment.. somewhere else” (with one saying off-record that an island somewhere would be ideal (where ‘they’ could get clean (or die?!)))
Such people, and this kind of thinking is certainly shared throughout the business & development ranks everywhere, are most firm in expressing their views in terms that completely deny any common humanity with anyone beneath their own fantasy-status or class.
That’s how it’s done: if you want something someone else has got, you first dehumanise them, hold them up for ridicule and scorn, then make them your enemy threatening the (your) purity of purpose and hope for the world embodied by your kind. Then you are justified in your own mind to scapegoat, lock up, drive away or just kill all these sub-human creatures.
Back to the beginning: hoping for the best, preparing for the worst gives a lot of power to those happy to crush you. The first impulse is to react, and that can fit you into more of their stereotyping. Be passionate about your rights and your stance. Never give up and find friends. The power of those who think themselves over you is a paper tiger, only intimidating if you let it overwhelm you.. only overwhelming if you let it intimidate you.
By PAULR TAYLOR
A Canadian Anthem
Our nearby living room.
Your dome just seems
A dark smiling mushroom.
The library, the round staircase
The poolroom and the
Almost nearly free.
Wish that I could now walk back
To the Carnegie.
Oh, Carnegie; the best place
In Beee Ceee!
So my sweet darling
I see your pain
I am on the corner
of Hastings and Main
Oh I will lie to you
And make you my slave
Soon you will be addicted
I am everything you’ll crave
You’ll sleep with my men
And work for my friends
You must obey my orders
Or your life sadly ends
I promise this though
If you do all I say
I’ll feed your addiction
And you’ll love what you crave
So poor vulnerable girl
I’ve corrupted your mind
So far beyond lost
No one could really find
But the drugs and the money
Oh and the man in the street
Countless nights hiding
Only to get beat
You’ll run and you’ll hide
Only to crawl back to me
You say you’re not addicted
But I saved you, can’t you see
So my secret darling
How has the ride been with me
You are my precious slave
Simply a prisoner never set free
Growing up I never thought
I would be an addict
But in my addiction I’ve been caught
I’ve stolen, cheated and lied
All the things I said I’d never do
I watched my best friend die
Along with her part of me seemed to die
The streets bring me comfort
I have nowhere to lay my head each night
I have become a slave to drugs
But I won’t give up this fight
I believe in people who put all their efforts
In whatever endeavours they gain
I salute people with all talents
-music, art, poetry & writing
If you believe in yourself
You will succeed in everything.
I believe in myself,
I believe I can do whatever is best
-and so can you
All my relations,
Bonnie E Stevens
We are all normal
Here inside this place
We are all normally
Locked up for many days
We were once normal
Now we lay locked inside
Just an average person
Whose soul has slowly died
In this place we call home
We are all pretty much the same
As hours fade
And days pass us by
We see and hear horrid things
that make us want to die
So welcome to the funny farm
Where we all are insanely sane
Welcome to the place we call home
Where we all are pretty much the same
To their children, my parents left
a legacy of lies
a legacy of pain
a legacy of hate
To my children, I will leave
a legacy of truth
a legacy of healing
a legacy of love
Tara’s a big girl
the mean ones call her MiniVan
but we shush ‘em up ‘fore she hears
might be big but as sensitive as deer
got a big heart, that girl
what else matters?
seen a cowboy come out a drugstore
draggin’ the bars out front
I guess the big scary woman dancing
couldn’t come and eat ‘em whole
they just couldn’t pass up the chance
hurtin’ her feelings
the wince of pain, but I saw, I saw…
of cruel and unusual
stupidity. hope you’re proud big man
AlPinochio Knows or Gepetto was a Pervert
Pinochio Knows or Gepetto was a Pervert
(this week’s fairytale update from the fairytale continuum's continuity department. "Hi there!")
Yeah I told you guys I'd be gettin' around to this one so if you don't like it, or prefer it in ridiculous leprechaun patois please drop me a note via the fairytale continuum... Wherever that is.
Actually it's just down your street up the second to last laneway, back of the last warehouse on the left, or the right if the wind is coming from the south. Remember that one. Otherwise you're better off waiting till things are in print before running around looking like a brainwashed chicken repeating humour as fowl fact... Actually, and again, that last comment was for the bozo who just burst through the continuums door dressed as Sancho Panza claiming he'd been abducted by a group of weird psychics who specialize in fucking up polygraph readings. Took a while to get that freak out of the fairytales too.
But where was I again?
Right, Pinocchio, the sapling son who never existed in the first place.
There are some who say that Pinocchio is the original template for "Sonny" in the new I Robot movie, but to tell the truth I think those people need a refresher course something like you'd see on Sesame Street (one of these things is not like the other, etc. etc.) concerning the differences between artificial intelligence that will never actually be intelligent (because it's artificial), a chunk of wood a delusional old geezer has long heartfelt conversations with while he hacks away at it with objects sure to get him on every no-fly list on the planet, and the differences between subjective verses objective when dealing with mysterious things like fairytales, and the bozos who pretend not to know what they are.
Don't ask Gepetto. Somebody left the door ajar and now he's over there in the corner of the continuum we normally reserve for visiting spirits from way way out there pretending to everyone who will listen that -we work an alchemy of common sense into lead bricks for imagination- as being the only hope for Gepetto’s obsession; Pinocchio #1313.
So could we all keep on lying to Pinocchio to keep Gepetto’s beliefs about the things he has created but doesn't want to take responsibility for from getting out of the bag. The bag he keeps his new and improved but only half finished Pinocchio in.
Yeah kiddies, Gepetto's a freak 'cause Pinocchio... remember Pinocchio? There's a story or five about Pinocchio, yeah Pinocchio's a piece of wood. A piece of wood on puppet strings to be exact. And we all know what happens when Pinocchio goes off the stage, right? Yeah, right back into the box Gepetto keeps all his self portraits in.
Does Gepetto have a secret wish to be a piece of wood like Pinocchio? Or does he just want to have a piece of wood to talk to and take to the park on Sundays like a page out of a collection of Norman Rockwell sumpthin-or-others. And could someone please tell me why Gepetto's favourite piece of wood gets longer every time Gepetto lies? Remember, Pinocchio's a piece of wood, not an artificial intelligence (that has to be programmed to respond) called Sonny. No sir, old fashioned puppets have to be manipulated by puppeteers, which in this case is Gepetto.
That's a good question; Why does Gepetto's favourite piece of wood -that he keeps re-shaping with lethal objects- grow longer when Gepetto uses Pinocchio to lie to everyone? Does Gepetto suffer from Munchausens Syndrome by Proxy? (That's a transferrence based mental illness usually suffered by control freaks in order for the control freak to get attention.)
Poor Pinocchio the proxy puppet. A critter Gepetto won't allow the dream of growing up. No, Gepetto insists his proxy piece of wood must be a real live little boy.
Sumpthin' tells me the fairytale continuum's continuity department should retain the Insane Louse Posse' to handle critters like Gepetto and keep his personal fantasies outta the fairytales. But I'm just the fairytale continuum's mascot so no one really listens to me. Though it is a nice perk of fairytale life to be able to tell critters like that freak Gepetto to "F-off" from fairytale to fairytale. Even though Gepetto usually has no idea we're insulting him.
Hang in there Pinocchio! Help's on the way.
Skippy the tye-dyed mascot
Don’t Get Me Started
Saint Minus tells me people who do not guzzle booze are to be now classified mentally ill –right arm I mutter under the falling snow, like forest smokers aiming their butt at a 2 hundred yearold tree I walk by Keefer and Main and see selfishist lunacy as condos for the rich continue to grow, pipelines already cracking, pot is a no-no how someone else can tell what and what not I can do I do not think so you catchy me or kill us the poor the many the enraged, sinister-handed in a right-of-way world you try to fight back then your character and rent and the city you loved are attacked when Main and Hastings becomes the epicenter of West Van.Two…. where will we be
Hey god I think your trident-shaped global leach phone is letting you know you’re being paged, like4 an isolationist popularity contest or a fish and chippendale-themed restaurant kind of makes you think of how the poor will be ordered to dress, will the Minister of gods please tell us what plans bad or worse will be enforced in nuclear terms what the hell is next…
So many hands so little time are we fulfilling futility so bent on destruction it’s as if by design but not just yet there are some who still care, it’s open season for the land of us sitting ducks every block you kill I'll key your expensive SUV –Selfishist Ultra Violent- truck
Unfortunately the sum of my hopes and dreams could not buy a one-zone 90-minute busfare, like crashing your karma reality seems to be the one and only luxury you can afford a blip on the bottom of page eleventeen thus your 15 seconds are crushed between a missing cat and another missing girl so much for notoriety jump abourd the SSAnonymously Anonymous classes begin whenever you want any vacant lot will do;
like the dirt fore all to see in your hands like the pin drops only poverty and depression real people understand, like the better part of a bitter life there are no more commands for me and you, Skid Row is now in escrow as more buildings and streets get to die and we look at ourselves some will scream some juist cry I hate those rich bastards for trying to make us look like the stumbling blocks and the bad guys all this evil on our streets why? The time we don’t have is the only time we have got it’s the Gregors and Clarks and Furlongs, Williams and you to Diane Watts you deserve nothing but being chained together and thrown into the sea to rot, but instead of wrecking the ocean we shall condemn you to just one room & the public’ll be witness to your equal opportunity doom.
Have Fun see ya no maybe not.
By ROBERT McGILLIVRAY
P.S. Russia screw off,
with love the Ukraine!
Spring Flamenco Series at the Carnegie
Spring Flamenco Series at the Carnegie
Join us for our spring series of flamenco workshops, where you will be immersed in the music, rhythm, and dance of southern Spain. From the gypsy camps and Moorish medinas of Seville, Granada & Jerez, Flamenco embodies the passion, pride, suffering, and joy of the people. Learn dance technique, rhythmic hand clapping or palmas, and how to listen and respond to the music. No dance experience necessary. Open to all genders. Ole!
Instructor: Kelty McKerracher
Saturday March 22, 4 pm – 6 pm
Fridays in April and May (except April 18)
3 pm – 5 pm
Flamenco Movie Night with Oscar Nieto
Respected Vancouver maestro Oscar Nieto will take us on a journey through the evolution of flamenco in the 20th century with the medium of film. Be wowed by footage of the some of the great dancers including the legendary Carmen Amaya. Oscar has a wealth of knowledge having worked directly with many of the artists and will give historical commentary after each clip - this is an event not to be missed!
Saturday March 29, 6:30 pm – 8:30 pm