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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 31, 2012 6:56 am
The suit spoke volumes as did the speech pattern the slight bulge in the jacket the perfect prison dentition I kept mute only making the occasional nod as he fired a multitude of racial epithets my way no fear was shown I was too far gone then to care daring him to call my bluff in the end I let him think he'd won after all it's only verbal sparring no harm done a Scorsese...  Read More
May 30, 2012 10:11 am
I still have no knowledge of it It's just another quirk of language a few words that mean naught passing the time between trains bus stop conversational gambits the weather the British unease with emoting the characteristic drunk letting the bile flow before the tears oh, that one could pre-empt that and find empathy in that bottle the weather always the weather and bloody football  Read More
May 29, 2012 8:42 am
Animal magnetised looking for something in the daily grind answers few questions endless sleep deprived responses slowed over stimulated over medicated under educated in a post TV apoplexy post disaster stupor post modern fakery lies revealed as lies ignored as consumer needs are met hypermarkets toy shops of the soul adults muted dressing as their children do cloaked in idiocy cloaked...  Read More
May 27, 2012 7:16 pm
It's survival, plainly a stratagem unworthy phrases letting the past flow form a few oaths in a tight mouth a tired brain a wilted libido and go on for the sake of going on purely for the sake of going on and on persisting in the teeth of chaos in the tense waking moments in the silences between outbursts of hate and out and intakes of breath An interlude And then more silence to...  Read More
May 25, 2012 10:07 am
Lighting Out, Heading for the unmapped, un-numbered streets wild areas of upstate greenery supplanting the sullen concrete of the Apple core the magnetic Apple core Lighting Out I got no further than Brewster the hunger for the city drawing me back to the magnetic core I never did make Appalachian Trail as I continued to lose myself in the Dante spirals of self created Hell and...  Read More
May 23, 2012 3:36 pm
Take a liberal dosage of Egyptian Book of the Dead fakery some megalomaniac's scrawlings and some depressive's daubings throw in some exotic erotica and misogyny and selfishness and cant and shroud yourself in chemical armour then you are ready for the final revelation the emperor's clothing the lie of paradigm shift the old fraud would've love the 60s and the sweltering febrile 70s...  Read More
May 23, 2012 3:24 pm
So can we condemn on the basis of diet? Culture or supposed good taste? Sometimes we look to the East for wisdom and fall for medieval authoritarianism wrapped up in a Tibetan robe bullshit there is wisdom in all of us however oblique the brainwashing that pervades doesn't help to unlock those plain sight secrets in the synaptic circus of the mind  Read More
May 21, 2012 5:55 pm
I heard the last cadence the keyboard silenced forever fingers behind wood stilled forever I heard your last words upbeat sickeningly positive in the light of what happened  Read More
May 21, 2012 5:53 pm
Walking smiling into the unreal the fatuous the unprovable walking smiling unaware of all of the hatred behind the rictus behind the grin the wall of perfect perfect human made dentition walking smiling into the ever after with only a smile for company The ante room the waiting the tests the no happy ever after only courtrooms only despair and flies polluting what was left of...  Read More
May 21, 2012 7:22 am
Sometimes hard to ignore annoyances pieces of a greater whole frustration are lost in the midst of further spirals of control issues self control being the main culprit Avoiding obfuscation can be equally hard to avoid as folk rattle on about style style with nothing behind it become a string of sentences that irritate the ears as the eyes are drawn to a middle distance Avoiding the...  Read More
May 18, 2012 8:23 am
100 words a minute all kinds of ordure 100 ideas a second all of them defunct in the time it takes to rally a single atom of thought The lie of friendship through the various portals of fakebook proportions peddling to a fictive margin where one can gather at a facsimile of the watering hole the lie of the level playing field manifest in an online universe sleepwalking into a...  Read More
May 17, 2012 7:15 pm
Awoke to magpies evicting the eggs of blackbirds the constant white noise of tinnitus traffic the hush of memories that I no longer remember the finite detail of the final deadlines of the rush of the present inert in my pit awaiting a sign from self that today is actually going to happen as eyelids signal that the now is still the now and I continue to live in spite of all my...  Read More
May 17, 2012 7:10 pm
The cities are silent faces looming in rain filled trenches end stage kapital worship fading celebrity dolts fading light at the end of a particularly vexatious day The cities sleep slumber in mouth agape sentences silences 7 ways to lose a million dollars all roads to the ATM blocked by the realisation that there is no more monkey to be fed no monkey on the back I wonder where Al...  Read More
May 14, 2012 1:33 pm
Anomie created by hyper capitalism. Apocalyptic alphabets unleashed by paranoic taxi drivers. Just another day down on the dole queue. On-your- bike- sonny boy 3rd generation sun sets on empire Tories spouting headteacher platitudes as the cities aflame. Sow what you reap sandwich board end-is-nigh prognostications rally in a mind clouded with Big Pharma 3-a-day calmers. Another Pimms, dear boy?...  Read More
May 14, 2012 8:39 am
The Bostonian tones assaulted my ears views unasked for, given forced like slurry into tired ear canals vocal offal I modulated my comeback and threw a volley of invective at him his weasel eyes shielded by don't-hit-me-glasses preppy uniform completed the walking cliche with a Harvard economics degree to boot I had hard reality training on the streets of New York, Glasgow, London...  Read More
May 12, 2012 9:37 am
It was always a quid here and a quid there a pint here and a pint there meals offered meals taken opportunities never missed to deceive the self I still see him his pipes on his back plastic Paddy clothing and the glint of neglect in his eyes I still see him as I first did a parody a joke with no hope of a punchline an ambition with no trajectory a set of values that change on a...  Read More
May 9, 2012 11:51 am
It was the omnipresent fear, the trinity of school, family and an all powerful Godhead. Corporal punishment, playground psychotics and their pecking order, incipient murderers and wife beaters spitting bile and phlegm onto innocent wee boys and girls as they tried to play imaginatively to escape the unremitting grey futures plotted out for them. Whipped at school, scourged at home as a result of...  Read More
May 7, 2012 12:24 pm
The eyes often hold it. Pools of intent or distracted roundels of middle distance peering. The eyes that often greet me in the morning mirror are ones of a hurt child, leaking small tears or angry and pupil-swallowing iris orbs of wrath. Extremities. I hugged my pint of stout and looked out at The Tyne, portrait windows the IMAX screen, miles from the pleasure cruisers and milling workers,...  Read More
May 5, 2012 5:57 am
The sound of struggle blown from the lips of trammeled men and women the margins of popular music and yet is the real classical music of America retched from the gullet Strange Fruit Joy and pain in in-equal measure coffee table jazz is not the same white boys and gals in vague approximations of the authentic you can't train jazzers nor should one try there's the rub  Read More
May 4, 2012 8:47 am
Layers of complexity reduced to mere headlines Faith in newsprint long gone but the voters have spoken despite poor turnouts election for one neo-Liberal over another infected with the American disease that the Brits seeded in the first place they got the politics they deserved On the margins up north nationalism is always a bad idea neighbour hatred instead of embracing class...  Read More
May 3, 2012 8:01 am
It is hard to have ideals when there is poor food upon the table no real money coming in unremitting greyness welfare patronage worthless amounts of news information kept secret agendas of the Bilderbergers and the media set PR spinning out of control with nearly 3 million on the dole some people can afford ideals in my sodden old trainers I have a few only a few ideals and then...  Read More
May 2, 2012 8:18 am
A look in the eye doesn't mean much It is political Body politic A dig in the ribs means a lot Not to some It too is political Body politic Once I pooh poohed the notion That everything was political Until someone mentioned That bread did not fall from the sky They were right And I hated being wrong In those days Being wrong now is a way of life My wrongness is often right But,...  Read More
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