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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. 28, 2017 7:19 am
The Troubles at their height, my inchoate depression incubating, resting in my asthmatic chest, resting in my growing brain. British soldiers with frightened, boyish eyes, ripe for the slaughter. Crossing the border was only the start, crossing the Rubicon, into an early adulthood. The scars are still visible; they never fully or adequately heal. But then we're all damaged in one way...  Read More
Apr. 28, 2017 7:11 am
Those pub blue hazes, the all-encompassing stench of those wee cancer sticks. Utterly addictive, so much so that they're actually dubbed thus; 'nicotine delivery systems'  Read More
Apr. 28, 2017 7:07 am
The eyes; deadened, abused, PTSD liquid green. The long nights avoiding contact with anything approaching the real. It's a precipice to crawl along, Entailing much inward gazing, in and out of consciousness, in and out of the daily grinding. The context has drifted beyond the experience. Fossilised, the forgotten man left behind. Battle takes many forms; PTSD is not just for soldiers. ...  Read More
Apr. 27, 2017 8:21 am
Hard times, poor rhymes, telling oneself it's all an illusion; someone else's bad meme. Maybe it is  Read More
Apr. 27, 2017 8:13 am
Racks of jeans I'll never buy, tempting lagers I'll never try, and the dull ache of stasis, of entropy, of me and not-me.  Read More
Apr. 27, 2017 8:06 am
It's the slow-boil, that one never feels, until it's too late, far too late. I refuse to give into self doubt, though am riding the waves of panic, elections looming, mired in pessimism. I'm not alone.  Read More
Apr. 25, 2017 12:36 pm
Mention a minority, a slight against the other, as fixers buy elections, and it's hard not to lose sight of what humanity is anymore. Mention immigrants, those people fleeing oppression or simply building your nation and silly wee points are scored, paranoia stoked, votes garnered from the dispossessed. Hypnotised, those barroom TV screens feeding sport and bad new, half truths, ...  Read More
Apr. 25, 2017 9:17 am
Beer. Black beer. The blue smoke-filled boozers of County Donegal. Teenage fumbling and foundering into an uncertain adulthood. Always the glow of optimism, tempered with the dead hand of reality. Back to the grey skies and economic exile. And then the fitful sleeps that began the summers that never really happened. Paper margin summers. Solstices of relative doom, as I drifted further from who I...  Read More
Apr. 25, 2017 6:15 am
Where's the magic in easy drone carnage? wage cuts, no national health service? Where's the magic? I want my wand back.  Read More
Apr. 25, 2017 6:08 am
You never turn away from the screen as you mumble instructions; part machine/part supervisor. What in fact are you? The pub is playing a siren song, and I will respond, and sink a few during the working day. Self medication for the terminally unambitious. And thankfully all-too human.  Read More
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
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