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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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Feb. 25, 2012 8:17 am
It is a truism; When faced with intolerance, Violence, myriad racist phobias, Widespread discriminatory practices, A white manifesto, Even with a mixed race president, What chance the lot of an East London, Connecticut, Or a Bowery dweller, When faced with the dearth of decisions made By an anointed few? The Midtown Manhattanites in their punishing luxury, The Scarsdale poolside...  Read More
Feb. 24, 2012 12:36 pm
Flaherty's, O'Connell's, Maguires, false fronts, Bicycles on the wall, Thousands of miles from the auld country, Impressions of a Hollywood loony vision, The Quiet Man, Imprecise accents, Hoary old non-traditions, And a Brigadoon inspired, Vegas Ireland, Guying the gullible into believing Believing any old crap about notions, Notions of "home" Miles from the peat bogs, And craggy...  Read More
Feb. 24, 2012 12:30 pm
Space to avoid the traps, Time to avoid the vicious unreason, The illogical past tense, Space to be oneself, Even in differing settings. And the dance continues. Revolutions fought in the head, Revolutions fought with the self, Romance with the traps themselves Whisky and ale in the place of her. That has gone. As has unreason. As surely as the hangover would kick in.  Read More
Feb. 24, 2012 12:27 pm
An ending, mute witness to the year's turmoil, New Year saw the old man on the way out, Internalised grief, Tears released long after the fact, Now the silence, Deafening, At a remove, Standing on Bute's shores, Island refuge, Hard graft for a short burst, And then the hole, The hole in the very life itself, A chasm, New York was different, Escape. Exile. Recreating private hell...  Read More
Feb. 23, 2012 5:37 am
Manga-sized peepers, Barely post-adolescent bathetic seduction, A victim, a woman-child, Held in the harsh amber of pre-winter light. My head was in a future cancer ward, Hospice empathy, As the sorry tale emerged. Manga-sized orbs, Bleeding tears of lost innocence, Innocence lost in a locker room, Vicious jocks, My own numb corpus struggling to retain humanity. I tried to reassure, ...  Read More
Feb. 23, 2012 5:29 am
Observing a quiet content, A man on a bench reading Joyce, A woman tending a garden. Observing a loud conceit, Some Wall Street suit shouting in my ear on Lexington Avenue, Decrying free health care in his deathless Bostonian waspish twang, Offending both the ears and one's sensibilities. Yale cannot teach one manners, Harvard doth not make the person, This Ivy League social parasite, ...  Read More
Feb. 19, 2012 9:31 am
Grey. The colour of limbo. Night is inky, Day is irradiated landscape, Vistas never seen from behind closed eyes. Neon summers never satisfied, The autumnal cancerous creeping slow retreat, Spring was naught but forced merriment. Sleepwalking again, Eyes open, Processing naught, Naught but tranquilised being, Shrouded in last night's romantic disappointment. The escape across the...  Read More
Feb. 18, 2012 9:47 pm
That almost digital hush, as the night traffic cedes to taxi-ing3am post pub livestock back to their pits. That weeding out of useless ambition, self pity and dread. A numbness descends. Muscle spasms give warning of some sort of shelf life decay. A fear of alcohol sinks in as one eyes the heaving drinks cabinet. Bird in the gilded cage cliche of cliches. The punishment of relative luxury. Mind...  Read More
Feb. 18, 2012 1:29 pm
Once the plains were cleared, The rest exposed to the common cold, And the white man's burden, There appeared to be a gap, A gap in culture, An historical glitch, Easily filled with swagger, Re-appropriated English, Hyper kapital worship, Loony visionary tilting at rationale, And some odd god head, A few masonic symbols, And yet more swagger, Good evening Amerika!  Read More
Feb. 17, 2012 10:19 pm
Temptation in all its forms; from the grey to the gold, Maybe I'm Midas after all. Reality tunnel number three; from the gold to the grey, Maybe I'm just Judas.  Read More
Feb. 17, 2012 8:50 pm
And so the casual and not so casual racism continues, unabated. As does homophobia, creeping welfare reforms that kill the poor and also the artist on the margin. Workfare joke punchlines as one glides on a escalated platform to a state-sponsored grave. Contemporary depression landscapes as venture capitalist and sociopathic killer are one. Meeting as strangers do at the bar footrail, then plan...  Read More
Feb. 17, 2012 7:02 pm
More blood tests, More welfare pruning, More defence expenditure over art, Gold over love, A land fit for heroes? Hardly.  Read More
Feb. 17, 2012 7:01 pm
The seal on the royal stationary, The equation in the lab notes, The pint of beer bought in habitual succession, The football throng All religions, All clinging to unshared values, All clinging to this withered earth.  Read More
Feb. 17, 2012 6:58 pm
I see it often; Misinformation, Conspiracy buffs' bilge, I see it and sigh. I see it often, It insinuates itself into conversation, Awful grammar, Pathetic sites, Worse than last night's TV, Football statistics, Golf scores, Train timetable chit-chat, The weather, I hear it often. The rattling of skeletons, The keeping the reaper at bay repartee. I hear it everyday to the point...  Read More
Feb. 14, 2012 12:09 pm
It is so easy to forget the other, The other half, Often patient, Or impatient, Waiting for a sign, Waiting for a simple, gentle touch, Or a simple word of praise. So on this most cliched of days, This Hallmark sponsored feast of nothing, Praise in a simple, loving, from the gut way, And every other day. Everyday is a feast, When you exorcise the beast, The beast of vanity.  Read More
Feb. 13, 2012 11:06 am
Musings on ever-multiplicating realities, Theories expounded, Suspects never nailed. The sum total of the Victorian justice system, Ian Brady visions, William Withey Gull, Nameless freemasons, Peers of the realm, Mealy mouthed words of instruction, 5 innocent dead paupers, Endless speculation, Birth canal of the bloody 20th Century, And still no lessons are ever learned, We might...  Read More
Feb. 10, 2012 3:24 am
No wonder the Finn is more permissive, Than say the dour Scot, Or the slightly repressed English denizen. No wonder the Finn is given to fair memory, Of the Third Reich, Than the Red Army. No wonder the Finn is grim-faced, Tightly wearing a masque of ennui, Is it national character, Some failing or other, No, it's the price of bloody beer. Enough to drive a Scot mad, An Englishman...  Read More
Feb. 9, 2012 11:52 am
I am an idiot, In the true ancient Greek; One who lives in their own world. I mean no harm, Anyone is welcome to it, My own domain, Nothing grandiose, Not a rich person's playground, Only a mindscape, Of one who has no real price. I am an idiot, I believe in art for its own sake, Music as a transformative magic, Time as an illusion, Money as an abstraction. I am an idiot, Are you?  Read More
Feb. 9, 2012 4:29 am
The garb of the killer is often thus: Dull, uniform, invisible. The thought process is too, Often dull, indivisible from the rest of us, Only an atom or DNA strand, Or drafted-into-the-military brainwashing session, Or hair trigger temper in a barroom brawl. The meticulous psychopath waits, Ennui overwhelming like a second skin, Unoriginal scorched earth policy, Rituals like the...  Read More
Feb. 8, 2012 12:35 pm
Drowned in it, The equation has moved from wine to water, Luck, sigils and touching wood, None have helped. The human community, For all its failings is the only one we have. I often fail myself, my other, my fellows, I can't help the shape I'm in, As In try to turn the equation in my favour, My reverse Midas is getting tiresome, Old behaviours, Tiresome stances, Painful, fitful...  Read More
Feb. 8, 2012 12:28 pm
And the table is full once more, Tight budgets notwithstanding, Time has at least waned the dread of the winter, The abject misery is on its way out. Crumbs of comfort.  Read More
Feb. 8, 2012 12:26 pm
The dull midwinter, punctuated with Oscar, Billie, And all that jazz. All the wonderful misery of Strange Fruit, The awe of Tracey and Under Milkwood, I can almost feel my own petty pains, Drift off in the cadences, the riffs, And signatures of all that jazz, Exquisite as I wait for the tables to turn, And turn they will, Just as the jazz floats into the ear canal, And keeps the...  Read More
Feb. 7, 2012 12:26 pm
Somewhere else, Where the pain abates, Where the respect is mutual, And wars are mere word exchanges, Where gender is equal, And the weak are not kicked, That is where I reside, Not here....  Read More
Feb. 7, 2012 12:25 pm
I see the barroom lech, Eyes on the rear ends of women, His prey, His weekend ritual, The ritual of that male beast, Tuppenny deviant, Bargain pervert, Early release recidivist, I try and burrow into that brain, And find I am playing a flipside version, Of his peculiar sport.  Read More
Feb. 7, 2012 12:21 pm
We all have it, from the humble teacup, To the needle and spoon, The prayer wheel, Worry beads, Sweating on a gym torture wrack, For the sake of the internal vanity, Pills and potions, Chemical interventions, Uniforms of piety, lust and intent, The strange sweeteners of this narrow and swift life, Post-post modern junkyard of the mind and body.  Read More
Feb. 7, 2012 12:16 pm
Apologists for stances, Ski masks and AK 47 bibles, Boring football chants ever second Saturday, Until the organisation decides you've has enough, Apologists for all kinds of doctrinal ordure, Men I see with rheumy eyes, Dreaming of Brigadoon Ireland, Scotland, Palestine, Words becoming hurtling bullets, No gentle Jesus here, Only the diktats of blinkered idiots, Armchair marxists, And...  Read More
Feb. 2, 2012 8:38 am
The tasks of Sisyphus, The myth of progress, The paths of glory, Unto the graveyard epitaph. All too we burn out, For vainglorious reason, For all the usual collisions, For all the times the wine turned to water. Messiahs in pinstripe, Wise words in short supply, Ordure the menu de jour. And all the time the ellipses of seduction, Pint tumblers, Whisky rings on the table, Wedding...  Read More
Feb. 1, 2012 11:08 am
I see the many forms of dementia on offer, In bottle, keg or draught. Necessary forms to keep away the doctor, By being the self medicating self.  Read More
Feb. 1, 2012 11:05 am
Some folk capitulate to mediocrity, Settle for mind-numbing TV, And nostalgia as narcotic, I count the casualties. I count the days between petty luxuries And wonder what I am actually for? No direction, No career, No purpose, No method, No teacher, Contentment. Just that. No real anxiety. Breathe in and exhale tension.  Read More
Feb. 1, 2012 11:02 am
Hardly tense, though moments pass slowly, The increments of difficult speech, The dull speech of reason. The quantum boredom, The dull thud of unreasonable social welfare punchlines. I will always be alone as we all are. More of the same. Marginal, Always marginal, Peddling as much sense as I can from the dross on offer, Prefrontal cortex at least keeping a lid on the possible...  Read More
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