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Sean Urquhart
Sean Urquhart
I am an experienced writer who has worked across a variety of mediums including: screenplay, script editing, prose, poetry,and novelization. I am particularly interested in psychogeography and the scope it gives both academics and creative writers to effectively trade elements of their fields.
 

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Nov. 26, 2016 8:05 pm
Just say yes Yes to opera, all manner of art music, concrete, architecture, animal. vegetable, human need, aether, just say yes. Yes in spite of Trump and Clinton, Farage, farrago and comedy politics. Be an everlasting Columbine to my irritably bowelled Pierrot and be as complex and as simple as you are  Read More
Nov. 26, 2016 8:00 pm
I was retching as you fed cats and checked up on the endless social media feed. It's long established that I'll be unwell at least part-time, like my work love, however is a full-time non-gig job. We're making memories as we watch the Scottish play in a dingy room above an old boozer and are transported to a blasted heath with a delusional megalomaniac providing the entertainment ...  Read More
Oct. 7, 2016 8:37 am
Reacting, reacting to nonsense, consciously spewed, created to annoy, the ashes of the past, the crushing presence of a present that is neither essential nor entirely human. Snared by one's own hand, stealing valuable time, as the sand falls through the narrow margins.  Read More
Oct. 7, 2016 8:32 am
I see the faces; taut, unsmiling, without pity or grace, I see them, unyielding, holding onto a notion of self, one that is sour and powerful and yet all that is projected is false. Nothing more than ingrate children in the body of an adult  Read More
Oct. 3, 2016 9:16 am
I woke up with no hangover, but I might as well have. Work is an irritant, As I cover my body in non-biodegradable lather, And sadly wonder will I ever achieve contentment, Or am I doomed to this ellipse? The Scottish curse, The Irish disease, The one-way romance with alcohol. Pubs are my church, Bars are my temple, We gather together at the footrail, And hope that the numbing toxins,...  Read More
Sep. 6, 2016 12:52 pm
Singing my way to the top of the island, Maddened by what I knew lay ahead, My brain charged, a pylon Of human electricity not dead.  Read More
Aug. 6, 2016 5:50 am
I like the lack of front-stabbing, but the back-stabbing is in the very ether. Or worse still, most folk just don't seem to care. You, me, we are expendable. In this rich city, the divide is not so subtle. Social cleansing is the order of the day. The slow creep to everyone being middle class. That monetarist dream. And all the time I see signs of humanity, Massive signifiers, Ones I often...  Read More
Aug. 6, 2016 5:45 am
And so it goes... As Vonnegut had it. Another week with wages underpaid, Another day with expectations lowered, And then lowered still. And some wonder why we drink.  Read More
Feb. 4, 2016 9:17 pm
50km in one night, a volcanic isle beneath my feet. Sober, though far from straight , as the hours passed in painful increments. Ulcers nipped at my heels, parasites birthed in my gut. 50km one night, only distant memories of peace, only laughing eyes, and pints of goodness in Donegal, messages from the near dead, calling me home to face the music, the music I often faced alone.  Read More
Feb. 4, 2016 9:06 pm
I was freezing on the periphery, outcast by my reckoning, but really just misinterpreting most situations. It took a lifetime to discover I was right, those actions, those social banishings were actual I never was one for parties. I used to tramp home And talk to ghosts of Jazz, and sometimes hear advice from a saxophone horn. I still freeze, but only from the weather conditions.  Read More
Feb. 3, 2016 9:06 pm
I heard a few late night fables, of Stan smacked up and peeing in plant pots, the greatest bossa nova puryevor of his day, out of his box in Glasgow. Dreams often die here, a lot of mine did, in clouds of sensemilia, in swirls of draught Guinness, or just daydreaming out the window when I still had the semblance of a career. I saw him once, my now late father and I, my old man saying...  Read More
Feb. 3, 2016 6:37 pm
The once-grand frontage of Ayr Pavilion, still majestic though housing a kid's play destination. Gale force winds taking our collective breath away And yet we feel more alive than ever.  Read More
Jan. 12, 2016 3:16 pm
Often it appears empty, Creativity at a premium, Words forced onto the screen, Onto paper. And appearances can be deceiving. The rhizome remains. That element that eludes, That confounds, And yet is at the centre of creation. The rhizome remains, Even after the bloom has passed.  Read More
Jan. 12, 2016 3:11 pm
Counting the days 'til the next kiss, Counting the days 'til the next sunset shared. The bliss, the simple bliss of having a soul mate, And the exquisite sadness when we part. It is far from Shakespearean, And yet far from quotidian. Counting the days in grey silence, The Viking darkness, The omnipresent winter, For nearly six months. And then the unexpected thaw in December, That...  Read More
Dec. 30, 2015 7:15 pm
Those minutes, Constricted, fearful and black, Those mnutes almost consumed me, whole. And within those time frames, I died more than once, I died a few dozen times at least. And from time's distance, I am somehow more alive than ever.  Read More
Dec. 28, 2015 6:30 pm
I knew more then, In those quiet, indoors days. And days I tramped the hills. Gleniffer Braes, acid-washed, Gleniffer Braes, often alone. And yet never, ever fully lonely. An elemental presence, The Great Electron?  Read More
Dec. 28, 2015 2:51 am
She hugged me, And I was at once alive, again. Her human electricity, Her humanity held me tight, As I held her to me, And in that second, I was out of my misery. Months of pain, stilled. Months of anguish, stilled, Months of hurt, excised. It was two-way, But I swear it was that hug, That hug alone, And only that hug, That has made my life worth more, More than just oxygen in and...  Read More
Dec. 23, 2015 1:00 am
Not quite Humpty Dumpty, As I sat in The Doric Arch, Stomach tight, Eyes wide open, My breath shallow, Having ran from Victoria Station. I had waited for many a long minute, And now I was minutes away from Some kind of moment of truth, Some kinf of moment. As it happened, It was a moment of magic, A literal one, One which is keeping me afloat, As winter envelops me in her darkness.  Read More
Dec. 14, 2015 10:42 pm
It was odd, though too familiar, I'd been dead for weeks now, Messages scrawled on toilet walls, Announcing my return, Heralding a new age of chaos, A turning away from false peace. And now... I am no longer the jester, The clown, the fool, the fallen man, I am dead. And you are alive in the inferno. Cool, cool death, Waiting for the warm European kiss, European female's wiles, Webs...  Read More
Dec. 13, 2015 9:45 pm
Missing In Inaction; Bagpipes are heard once again. No one can know. Empathy goes only a short distance, before it becomes glib theorising in the wrong hands ie those of the amateur psychological sleuth. No harm or danger to anyone who does, but it is a truism. A doctor who hands you a pat diagnosis and then leaves you dangling, Yank psychobabble, comparing domestic violence to combat stress...  Read More
Dec. 13, 2015 9:44 pm
GLASGOW, GLASGOW: THE RENAISSANCE, THE CITY OF TWINS, OF BINARIES. INTRO: The Way Back From The Wreckage, The Lies and The Cant. The Exile returns. I stood outside McKinnon's Bar. Anticipating an 8.30am pint of the ruby red stout, so beloved. I had a huge Hungarian army greatcoat and a buff on my nut. I was happy, but slightly empty. I had no partner, no real direction, other than the music...  Read More
Nov. 30, 2015 5:24 am
do you think that you need a drink? of alcohol, to soothe the flow, to take the blows, pare down the reason, land again/ laugh again and cry again. Do you think that you miss your dad? it's very rad, a big bit sad but obvious, Poor mental health will dent your wealth. Until you only feel, Until you only feel, Euphoria, Down in the depths, coming up for air as you hug the day ...  Read More
Nov. 25, 2015 11:35 pm
May you be well. May you be good. May you love, unconditionally. All else is in the margins. Blessings, And Banishings of all negative guff. And laugh long and loud. Love. And dance. And sing.  Read More
Jun. 13, 2015 10:15 pm
WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE SWINDON Nothing is as inauspicious as it seems, or, conversely important. Some smug buddhist more or less said that everything was meaningless and for a while I swallowed that. But now, I think it, life, is more profound and yet to be revealed in prosaic terms. Or worth doing. As Andy chatters non-stop and I get on-the-ground jet-lag, my mind drifts beyond his deathless...  Read More
Jun. 12, 2015 10:43 pm
That Old Celtic Twilight In The Bell: A Few Hours Not Entirely Wasted I didn’t quite get it. The constant newsfeed info, sped from outlet to mobile phone to the vibration in the air between us. I just didn’t need to be that connected. He was distracted in between screeds of conversation by his device. That and a million other interests; popular music, TV talent shows, political magazines,...  Read More
Jun. 4, 2015 6:41 pm
INTRODUCTION The darkened library revealed nothing to him more than shadows of books, shelves, wood. From the outside, the grandiosity was clear at 4am. Alone, the darkness within a person can't be seen in the eyes, heard in the content and volume of speech, only the cellular memory of it. The library gave way to the skies as the camera lens of his eyes panned upwards seeking out relief in...  Read More
Jun. 3, 2015 6:22 pm
ONE It was clear cut, legally. A sectioning? Morally, well, that was something for philosophers and human rights advocates to debate the tits off of. She was in a city centre restaurant, nearly naked and unaware of her actions. We were called in when she didn't respond in a rational manner to staff. Obviously, I don't know exactly how she responded and so this always narked a bit. Sometimes it...  Read More
Apr. 21, 2015 8:52 pm
The living is far from easy, Nobody knows better than me, The hatred and pain is internal, External, eternal. The foisting of others' failings, Onto a back that has borne more than is fair. And yet I must prevail, Otherwise the forces of darkness win And yet another victim of a domestic war, Capitulates to the demons, Of someone else's illness.  Read More
Mar. 3, 2015 6:49 pm
Almost Methuselah The frustration had vanished, leaving only a tightness in the groin and a gnawing sense of emptiness. That was OK, the type of emptiness experienced was Zen-like and comforting. The tight groin was down to recent exercise after a long lay-off. The day greyed-over in slow minutes, as I sat watching the trees encroach on my view of the sky. It was a very average, but very...  Read More
Dec. 14, 2014 8:55 pm
Meeting on more than a whim, Trusting instincts and taking that risk, That wondrous inductive leap Swindon recast As some Platonic haven That first kiss, Forever emblazoned on my memory. The better for being unexpected, From the very edges.  Read More
 
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