Danielle LaFrance is a poet, independent scholar, and librarian. Since 1983, she has mostly resided on the unceded territories of the Musqueam, Skwxwú7mesh Úxwumixw, Stó:lō , and Tsleil-Waututh peoples.
She received a BA in Women Studies and Humanities from Simon Fraser University (2006), an MLIS from the University of British Columbia (2012) and an MA in English at Simon Fraser (2016).
Between 2012 - 2016, she co-organized the feminist materialist collective and journal series About a Bicycle, with Anahita Jamali Rad.
"THE ASSHOLE'S COMPANION" has been a space for me to experiment with the repressed conditions and psychic limitations that I strongly feel make up my writing practice. It has been active since 2015, and has also been private. By publicizing this platform I want to express whatever is possible to express in language that circumlocutes the meantime of writing. By “meantime” I am, in part, referring to Rebecca Schneider and her attention to the meantime in performance. She writes, "it is double - both between times and simultaneous. Two times, at the same time, between [...] doing and redoing as it were." As with writing, it is a constant cognitive process before anything emerges on the screen or paper. What resonates for me in Schneider is the “doing and redoing,” particularly as my writing practice, both through poetry and essay form, is bound up with the construction and destruction of a/the/my subject. I am destroyed by writing, I am discouraged but maintaining its necessity in my life, I am playful and enthralled by what language can offer. In many ways, writing has been both a way into and out of psychic limitations.
I told a friend recently that when I cannot write it is painful. When I attempt to write it is painful. So, taking a subtle cue from Berlant’s blog Supervalent Thought I too want to “learn how to write” - but only through a concerted understanding and practice of doing and redoing, regardless of this so-called pain. The blog form is space for me to experiment through this ongoingness by temporally arresting the wild ride, always ideological bound to white supremacist capitalist patriarchy, that compounds the “meantime” of writing for me. The writing is in no way polished, in no way finished. It is never finished.
The only way to seek the truth is to wait, and such waiting involves effort, endurance. Duration. And the truth itself is not the goal; it is never the end.
update: I am non-committal. And so is this blog. No, I am committal. And so is this blog. Disregard the above articulations of some grandiose writing experiment. It will be writing.