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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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Jan. 29, 2012 8:49 am
At the precipice there is always one, The lone voice urging caution, Spurring you on to higher ground, Real friend, Sometimes the only one that reads your lines, However inflated, deflated, Or self pitying. Real friend, The one that knows your past, And empathises with your present, And gives me hope for the future. There sometimes is only the need for one, One is all that matters, ...  Read More
Jan. 29, 2012 8:19 am
Off the perch, I was never on one anyway, I never had any status, I am the perennial never was man. Back to the pub, Except I can't take refuge, As I'm in exile here. Geordieland, Where us Scots were relegated to our own, Disputed lands and violent pasts, Who the hell am I anyway. Garbage. Human trash. I might as well realise that and get on with the task in hand. My body's...  Read More
Jan. 29, 2012 8:10 am
Various so-called friends, Parasites sponging hard fought pennies, Grooming my lady for future gropes. Horrific visions of a lonely future, As the old pals die out, Their illnesses my illnesses. I look to a invisible future, A marriage without spouse, Money the guarantor, As per bloody usual. Out-bloody-rageous friends, The kind I have to avoid, The mentally overwrought, The crazy on...  Read More
Jan. 29, 2012 8:03 am
To lust a paean, To love a hollow laugh, To friendship the slam of a door, To drink a toast, To life more hollow laughter, I stand on the ledge And look for reasons not to leap.  Read More
Jan. 29, 2012 8:00 am
Relegated to the welfare cracker joke, Societal footnote. Locked into a childish exchange with the other self, Trapped yet again. Wishing for a pain free future, But the oasis of calm only available In pill form, In moments of graveside peering, Wishing for a pain free present, It seems is too much to ask. The page expects much, And I deliver a thin gruel. Words worth naught.  Read More
Jan. 14, 2012 6:56 am
Time out of joint, Time frozen in optimism, Time in renewal, Time for oneself. Don't often get that luxury in the mental purgatory of the day.  Read More
Jan. 14, 2012 6:53 am
Hope, funereal hope, As you left your spiral. I watched the decline, And we laughed, I cried in that Scottish way, Internally, alone, under the sheets. Faith, deathless faith, Even though the evidence is far to the contrary, One has to maintain some kind of dementia, Necessary dementia, Small pieces of chocolate gold, Melting futures, Typical Celtic gloom. All pointing to manifest...  Read More
Jan. 14, 2012 6:45 am
The empty glass, Emptying head, Empty pockets, Welfare shocks galore, Breadline, Buddhism by necessity.  Read More
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