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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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Apr. 24, 2017 10:08 am
Penny-bright of eye and wise of tongue, Sean Sexton of the parish of Walthamstow, my friend, historian and street satirist. Often we alight on a tangent, sink pints with abandon, wondering where we went wrong, at least I do. There has been many a quip, 'tween lip and cup, made in the time that we've known each other. And as the madness reverberates around us, The Goose offers brief...  Read More
Apr. 24, 2017 6:28 am
And so I suffer yet another rebuff, from a junior thinker, an ingenue. It's par for the course, being patronised by a younger, less empathetic sort. It's long been a nightmare, now it's made flesh. Where do we go from here? Only down, I would wager, Only down.  Read More
Apr. 21, 2017 9:54 am
Overheard, said in harsh rasping cockney tones, truth as hard as flint, just as hard to digest. A throwaway remark couched in racism, homophobia and plain old hatred. He had those dead codling eyes, and a half-whispered threat, at the bar footrail. It was half-time and his team were losing. Business as usual in the boozer, at lunchtime. Prelude to violence, either domestic or...  Read More
Apr. 21, 2017 8:46 am
Some say it's a panacea, some say it's a curse; that love of alcohol. In all of its guises, deftly advertised, a lifestyle no less, in its bottle, keg or draught, easily obtained, taxed by the exchequer, it's the acceptable face of self-medication and addiction. Government drugs for the masses. may as well sup up while Rome is dismantled. the 8th of June looms, like a link in an...  Read More
Apr. 21, 2017 8:39 am
It's a grim occupation; presiding over the demise of nature, in its beauty and majesty, but you seem to manage it with no real problem. In the gilded towers of your living spaces, you are light years from the real. Why worry?  Read More
Apr. 21, 2017 8:00 am
Another false dawn; Blair, blurring, blurring the boundaries of politics and spin, that sociopath Campbell waiting in the wings, in the grip of more big visions. The night New Labour drove socialism off the literal cliff; the TV feed of partying now-celebrity MPs, the stench of betrayal of all the core values, the ushering in of a far-from Golden Age. And now? A sclerotic party running...  Read More
Apr. 20, 2017 11:00 am
The realisation that there were 3,000,000 people on the dole; it hit hard and heavy. No feasible future, Industrial wasteland abonding, fear in all its forms setting in. It seems wholly prescient of the current age; an age of uncertainty and doubt. Nothing much changes.  Read More
Apr. 19, 2017 8:08 am
easy to implement, like boiling a frog. Easy. Adverts. Easy. Credit. Easy. Celebrity endorsement. Easy. Spoon-fed lies and cant. Easy. Kicking-down to the lowest. Easy. And then curfews are called. blacklists drafted, military co-opted, freedom's a very fragile and relative term. We've been at the brink many times, and are again, almost daily. It's become a form of...  Read More
Apr. 19, 2017 8:01 am
And front pages scream lies, damned lies, and other scheming trivia, designed to discombobulate, filibustering, all the while the top percentile counts the money, the stocks made by the blood of the poor. Westlands helicopters killing East Timorese, anyone?  Read More
Apr. 19, 2017 7:53 am
Another election, one called to protect the guilty, is almost upon us. Democracy is so relative now, it's practically absurd. I will vote, though with zero enthusiasm. Mediocrity and sadness abound.  Read More
Apr. 18, 2017 8:18 am
One of those days; too many questions, too many presumptions made, too much time wasted on trivia. All the while, the festering mass of humanity, rots on your doorstep, teetering on the brink of a fake Apocalypse. I turn away from my screen, and resume life in the margins.  Read More
Apr. 13, 2017 8:26 am
Lying in, choking the alarm; Instant Zen. Avoiding the crush of traffic, heading off to an urban green space; Instant Zen. No guru, no doctrine, no road or city map. Just an insistence on the now. Hard to achieve, if you think about it. And that's the point; Don't think, act.  Read More
Apr. 13, 2017 8:19 am
He never was one for novelty, Frippery or throwaway lines. Neither am I, though frequently I head off into comedy territory. After all laughs win over tragedy.  Read More
Apr. 13, 2017 8:13 am
Through the wires; internet microfibre and phone lines, we made a bond, fragile at first as I myself was. And then we met. There is much to celebrate within our circle, a hard-fought romance, one that would not die, despite nature and experience throwing us curve balls galore. And so the summer of love happened, 24 years after the abortive one. Lucky me, lucky you.  Read More
Apr. 12, 2017 12:44 pm
Ditched in The Netherlands, led by my nether regions, into a bargain for my soul; easy enough as mine doesn't exist at least not in this version of my consciousness. In this version I ceased to exist in any recognisable sense, And gave up on this husk of a body. And then I awoke. Six months recovery, Much ridicule and long slumbers. I was ill then, I'm ill now, though at least wise to...  Read More
Apr. 12, 2017 8:16 am
It was those beers bought with dole money, money we didn't really have, money we still don't. We were burning out before our times; sitting on hillsides and re-imagining Charlie Parker, Kerouac and Ginsberg occupying the silences, as William S Burroughed into our heads and guts. It was never heady, more heavy, those summers spent dreaming, as some of our number quickly capitulated to...  Read More
Apr. 12, 2017 8:09 am
Sleepwalking into utter boredom, that gnawing boredom with the self, that Westernitis, self, self, self, And yet more self. And still the working day unfolds; more spirit-crushing paper pushing, more elliptical conversations, with no answers found, to myriad questions. On Hoe Street I see Joe, Retired calling a jaunty buon appetite from the other side of the road. I chuckle,...  Read More
Apr. 11, 2017 6:44 am
Empathy should be straightforward, a simple enough concept, but eludes most somehow. We get sympathy; doled out with platitudes, Easy, glib, achievable. The real test is when one gets low, so low that it feels unbearable. Then, that is when we need someone, to do more than is standard. Only then do we become entirely human.  Read More
Apr. 11, 2017 6:39 am
It's an undeniable fact, we all do it, it's just a matter of scale  Read More
Apr. 11, 2017 6:36 am
It's so easy to decide on a culture; become the victor, enjoy the spoils, look down from an umpire's view. It's so easy to pretend a heritage, collect artefacts, pretend interest in the plight, Of those others below, whilst history edits the finer details.  Read More
Apr. 10, 2017 10:52 am
Hallucinogens, bad art, spinning, superannuated hippies, nestle in this dead zone; I fell for it too. The most powerful hallucinogen of them all; Delusion.  Read More
Apr. 10, 2017 6:36 am
The edge is comfortably uncomfortable, and all that oxymoronic guff. I am happy to occupy that narrow way, that falling, that possible failing to comprehend, is entirely mine alone. The tide of opinion is rarely mine, I smile and turn away, turn inward, back to the source, the well-spring of inspiration that I all too often ignore.  Read More
Apr. 10, 2017 6:30 am
From wine to water, From beer to fear, From the past to the present tense. The choices we make are often arbitrary, And end in tears. Tears that unchain us from our basest instincts, make us oh-so human, just as we should be. Just as we truly are. We leap in the dark and hope for the best.  Read More
Apr. 9, 2017 2:15 pm
The dialogue was straight out of 70s TV fodder; baffled the doctors, and now the script is so left field, that what spews from screens is almost too absurd. Switching off seems the safe option. Powering down rather than up.  Read More
Apr. 9, 2017 2:10 pm
The words were hard fought, often a mere 300 a day. The German hospital in Homerton, a vague memory of the great man, unwell, capitulating to his demons, and those of Empire. Changed days, we now fear incoming gentrification, just as deadly in some respects, unfettered capitalism, red in tooth and claw, that new humanity, that unsettles. Conrad knew, and missed by a century, this...  Read More
Apr. 7, 2017 4:15 pm
The water seemed inviting, Dave standing over it, Five stones lighter, Head swimming with suicidal ideation. I shouted through the letterbox; Stentorian, loud Paisley vows, Echoing concern and tired of the rigmarole, Dave was ready for capitulating; I was ripe for flying into the crisis, Though now I wonder why. The scream remains silent; Failing to channel old Roger.  Read More
Apr. 7, 2017 4:09 pm
He never was a champion of women's rights, His machismo a beacon for whole lost generations; Of men who couldn't quite comprehend, Or wanted to, that equality is a goal worth chasing. And yet he wrapped himself in the Saltire, The typical Scot in exile, Not real, just like his Bond, Be-wigged, clever camera angles hiding middle-aged spread. The real tragedy is the legacy, Still a hero to...  Read More
Apr. 6, 2017 7:22 am
Recycled ideas, word salads written by half-wit politicos, the wisdom de jour is hard to trace, maybe it always was.  Read More
Apr. 6, 2017 7:18 am
Then there was none; A simple enough observation, bar cleared, streets cleared, all manner of life gone. That was just the dream, the herald, the avatar, of what could be, the potential is always there, for an all-too early Apocalypse.  Read More
Apr. 6, 2017 6:52 am
Remaining in the margins, the gutter cyclist, picking up truth in the rubblish, uncontaminated by false fronts, or false news, riding on the white lines. Avoiding the mainstream  Read More
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