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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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May 22, 2017 3:50 pm
There was never much chance, opportunitty was lacking, spat into the mire of the greedy 1980s, not for the sensitive, the thin-skinned, those that don't lie. There were seldom good days, in that decade, it all began to fall apart and dwelling on a shrinking ledge is all I have left.  Read More
May 22, 2017 3:42 pm
Visited on son and daughter alike, neglect, apathy, ignorance, whete love was required and wanted. It's lonely now, in your absentee role, leaving others to mop up emotionally. Always the way, only the innocent suffer, again and again, while your ego keeps it at bay.  Read More
May 21, 2017 1:24 pm
Progressive politics? A much-needed move to the left? Altruism? Highly bloody unlikely, given the evidence of my eyes and ears.  Read More
May 21, 2017 1:01 pm
It was robbed, my youth, too many attempts on my life and person, too many unnecessary put-downs, it was never quite a youth as such, more of an endurance. Bloody Scottish urban micro rules. I was glad of those long summers in Donegal; safe from the eyes of the violent and sociopathic. Even now I lament that lost youth, more as a sad illusion, rather than the actual scar tissue it is.  Read More
May 21, 2017 12:52 pm
When the dregs are drained, the final bell calls time and all the drinking cronies leave, this is the saddest hour of all. No need for notional witches, I'm haunting myself. This was the past. The answers, though not found, are no longer looked for in the head of a pint of stout, or through the amber lens of a full whisky glass. No, life is simpler and healthier now, a more...  Read More
May 19, 2017 11:01 am
It's in the tone of voice, bearing, attitude, treatment of others, it is learned behaviour and is rife. A symptom of the prevailing politics, the me, me, me generations, seeded in private schools, boardrooms, on the back and front benches of parliament, rife. It bedevils and bedazzles, a trick of confidence, a trick of language, a lie that has become a contagion, one that lives...  Read More
May 19, 2017 7:17 am
Stay young and high, was often the rallying cry, from bar to stage, to the eventual grave.  Read More
May 19, 2017 7:11 am
Looking for truth in amongst the false news, outright lies, drinking words, and the lies I tell myself, I found you. You, who restored my faith in humankind, you who stayed beside when I was ill and infirm. My own Samaritan.  Read More
May 19, 2017 7:05 am
Like the old dog in pain, those midnight aches, those morning wake-up agonies, are heard in joints, bones and radiating throughout, this ageing corpus. Howling, howling at an invisible moon. Gone is the blanket of analgesics, left to the not-so tender mercies of a process happening too fast, too fast to keep up with.  Read More
May 18, 2017 5:37 am
Why listen to the deathless prattle of loony visionary religious sorts, intent on hurting those who merely love. This sense of the other is strong, infect American society. The fact is black lives do matter and the white man must take that onboard. Between dividing and conquering and drafting racist legislation.  Read More
May 18, 2017 5:25 am
The day is looming, well, maybe not looming, but insinuating its way into my conscious thoughts. I will be once again in the doldrums. But that's OK, sometimes being there is reason enough to find alternative, to just drifting. Being is enough these dog days, these days of risible leadership and almost absent ethics. I will be free again, free to be frugal, free to be a wage slave. ...  Read More
May 18, 2017 5:19 am
He never lost his hair, even during radical chemotherapy. Or his sense of humour. Sometimes that is all we have left. He had more than most which is just as well, as he had to endure more than his fair share. Even when terminal, he didn't complain. We agreed on a lot, so losing him was akin to being gutted; part of me gone, as I would often sit and recall conversations, wise words...  Read More
May 18, 2017 5:11 am
The last refuge of the scoundrel; religion, politics, cozenage, anything to deflect the questioning, as they defend the indefensible. It's a phenomenon that has grown, year in, year out, we have leaders that embrace those scoundrel notions. It's hard to escape them. as they swim up to the surface. Shit floats, after all.  Read More
May 17, 2017 6:32 am
The many, now down to the few. The facebooked into submission feeling, cyber pals spouting tosh, narcissism on and off screen. Hard to establish the real. Best avoid the unreality de jour, and step outside and see some actual friends, the ones in short supply, oh-so short supply.  Read More
May 17, 2017 6:25 am
Dead hands on the tiller, no one at home. Dead hands writing leaden prose, no one reads. Dead hands massaging egos, no one to observe. Dead hands ruling the kingdom, no rudder, no ruler, the chaos, the chaos, the type that Hitler embraced, is the order of the day, all those dead hands, clutching at live throats. And then, more everyday nonsense to deal with. Live hands rattling...  Read More
May 17, 2017 6:19 am
I've been on the outside for years, no peace, screeds of written complaints, scrawled on old bus tickets, left for dead in suitcases. From a distance all appears calm, all is bright, all is quiet. The domestic wars over, detente restored, for now.  Read More
May 17, 2017 5:51 am
The blanket of opioids, drifting off in a dull reverie. The opposite was hard to take, a necessary reality in-fill, painful, harsh, almost taking what life was left. And now a future. A present. Glad to have come out of it, glad to be basically unscathed.  Read More
May 16, 2017 12:08 pm
I was half-awake. Filched Valium was never enough to put me down.I was hard-wired for the worst to come and the worst that had gone on. He'd been ill for a year now and the deterioration was now swift, not incremental. I'd been girding myself for this. The phone's shrill ring was enough to electrically stimulate me. It was the hospice. He was in his last minutes. As we headed for the car, I felt...  Read More
May 16, 2017 11:14 am
The Apocalypse, the end of cancer, of war, of famine, equality, the end of the death penalty. It never happened, the nightmare continues, to a Western beat. I laugh about North Korea's toy town missiles. Just leave the buggers alone, their injustices are like 'ours' only more visible. I'm more concerned about my own future; as I fade to the margins again.  Read More
May 16, 2017 11:04 am
The ersatz symphonies, ones that should have remained inside the composer's head, idly play, as work haunts my leisure time. The cliches run and run, familiar, oh so familiar. When Nick, John, Marc and Phil died, part of the grand music died with them. Well, it did in me.  Read More
May 16, 2017 10:45 am
The prattle, the endless prattle, rattling around an empty brain. Reflex actions, reflex words, spoken and written for all the wrong reasons; for ego, for the sake of it, for your own dubious notion of art. I'm giving up on all of that, plus the idiotic company I was keeping, all those pub conversations, signalling nothing, delivering less. I won't be fooled by my own vanity again, ...  Read More
May 16, 2017 10:37 am
Drinking words, false bonhomie, handshakes and hugs, falsehoods in deeds, manifest inconsistencies. Not friends but the best of enemies, rivals on and off the stage and page of life. A spectacle not worth the price of admission. Disappointing, but wholly expected. The peccadilloes of the human, always boringly obvious, always the least line of resistance. It' an object lesson. The...  Read More
May 15, 2017 12:05 pm
It was the vice-like grip, the flattering words, subtle psychological seduction, the worst sort, the lure of the confidence trickster. Then came the flashes of anger; the echoes of a past rooted in alpha male behaviour. The drunken confessions of jealousy and worse. I listened, as I usually do and clocked the references, filed them away for future unpicking. It's a sad fact that one...  Read More
May 15, 2017 6:46 am
When one feels expendable, time is inelastic, money in short supply, one becomes immaterial. The freedom to starve, to atrophy, to die. That is the free in Free World. Those neon USA trademarks; not freedom at all really, merely free trade.  Read More
May 15, 2017 6:35 am
Those dog days, and fevered nights, summers thwarted, winters erasing hope. They were hard to endure, in the wastelands of West Scotland. Hope in minute supply, drink flowing through defeated veins. having to reinvent oneself just to survive.  Read More
May 15, 2017 6:27 am
The real poor walk among us; those who can't empathise, or share troubles. I feel like a millionaire in comparison. Four hundred miles from my roots, might as well be 10,000, as the weight is lifted, that old Scottish devil, the 'I knew his father' microcosm, with its attendant micro rules. I was never fond of that, always having to fight my corner, the machismo writ large. The...  Read More
May 15, 2017 6:19 am
Coded messages, couched in management speak, avoiding emotion, or confrontation; so English and symptomatic of a deeper malaise. I've seen and heard too damn many, the bile rises, the capillaries dilate, and my honest anger is unleashed, yet it turns inward, I too have become infected by the prevailing disease.  Read More
May 12, 2017 6:34 am
Almost getting a pay rise, almost winning a prize, almost being a contender, almost human. The glittering riches dangled, serve only to frustrate and tease, serve only to enslave and condemn, serve only to remind us of relativity. Swimming in the same stew of humanity, looking for shiny coins in the dirt of the city.  Read More
May 12, 2017 6:29 am
The screeds of shrill newsprint, on and off the page and screen, the chatter of mobile aural slurry, tires beyond belief. I'm not quite out of the mainstream, I realise as I paddle out of the way, of fellow humans, clinging onto a hope, a hope that has long since departed. Freedom is costly, especially in the West, where we pray to money gods and reap sour harvests. We deserve most of...  Read More
May 12, 2017 6:02 am
It's the first sip of stout, it's the oh-too human ache in the groin, it's the hard-to replicate lyrical couplet, it's the friendly taxi driver, it's the unexpected drinking session with a new mate, it's waking up with a thirst and there being cold water on tap, it's Utrecht, Oxford, Cambridge, Paris, Barrhead, The Bronx, every damn town I've ever lived, loved, thrived, lived and almost...  Read More
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