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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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Jun. 29, 2012 11:59 am
The bank lobby gave temporary shelter as I waited for cheques to clear and balance to be restored both financially and physically Mentally I was elsewhere  Read More
Jun. 29, 2012 11:54 am
They tasered him The thin blue line And he was offed We never met But worked together Xenochronous connections fat bass lines and Bill Hicks humour And now we will never meet because of the thin blue line and misunderstood intentions I will raise a toast to you old fellow 3 years gone I will make sure I don't suffer the same fate I will never forget gone in the trigger finger...  Read More
Jun. 29, 2012 11:49 am
As the unwise man said: "Don't think too much, son" "The mental hospitals are full o' thinkers, son" The wise woman said nothing and let me tell my tale 100 years of common ancestry between Atlantic shores and here on the Tyne overflowing with ideas and confounded by dunces on the way to some small measure of enlightenment of peace beneath the paving stones and embedded in the...  Read More
Jun. 27, 2012 7:42 pm
The waking hours taunt and display all my worst features. No method, no cogent thought, no coherent structure. It is nightmarish in its simple, somnambulist view. I am dead in most ways, even my speech is...well, look at the pals...no loyalty...no integrity. I am just a shadow going through the motions. Well, what do I expect? Life is as it appears and I am...well, the shadow self. I try to...  Read More
Jun. 25, 2012 11:35 am
I stood in line, waiting for some kind of deliverance and it happened in a sentence a glance a momentary glimpse of home and all I was blotting from a personal landscape the grim fare of the lost the grim outlook through a dark glass alcoholic stew time spent away from the loved and time spent trying to unpack a full to overflowing mind at the bar Alan McLafferty knew the score ...  Read More
Jun. 15, 2012 8:05 am
Drunken office slaves unbound heading for a certain nadir regrets come Sunday morning instant sentencing hoist by the alcohol petard Drunken streets gutter surfing the sodden tarmac as the weekend swallows the faithful in its welcoming maw and so it goes every weekend from beer to eternity  Read More
Jun. 14, 2012 10:00 am
The corps d'esprit was one of subtle dishabille, clues to the real body within the artfully rendered outer shell of clothing. The conversation ranged from talking up the self, to talking up the art the self had produced. Elliptical. Useless aphorisms from Lennon and other reductive 60s casualties littered the rest of the afternoon, as the Tyne ebbed and flowed. Drinks were tipped into...  Read More
Jun. 11, 2012 8:43 pm
500,000 dead in 4 decades and nary a squeak from the yellow press a leader in exile Interpol notice issued bogus red notice concocted by the friends of Indonesia was East Timor not enough? Intentional amnesia and necessary dementia the spirit of every age I've lived through West Papua continues to suffer and is carved up and sacrificed on the altar of arms dealing commerce my...  Read More
Jun. 10, 2012 10:48 pm
The hoary old cliches were there, borrowed from over reading of sour texts pathetic turgid prose sentences leaden with defeat and yet still breathing A paragraph or two of quantum ennui cheap character assassination sour views of women awful vistas back stabbing in the most pathetic way unread by most and yet deluded by the faint praise of eager sycophants and dumbed down academe ...  Read More
Jun. 10, 2012 1:30 pm
The adequate handshake seals the contract social and otherwise The perfect dentition speaks of reinvention social climbing to an uncertain apogee The baby kissing opportunity is a favourite the cliche of cliches as flashbulbs flickering and interns are sexually harassed the razzamatazz is rolling the political circus has come to town one more sucker is conned to put an X in a box ...  Read More
Jun. 7, 2012 11:45 pm
Strange associations of the early morning kind as I struggle with headaches and other mid-life ailments plus a few visited early on my corpus Strange hallucinations Buddha in a dayglo halo a distorted and moving picture floating through a tired mind a mind reared in a different era an era of hot metal and overheating unrest an era of late stage corporal punishment and early stage...  Read More
Jun. 7, 2012 4:56 pm
Most people have forgotten the mensch of the streets of London the man who mapped out his future in those squares and grids America called and he received less than the hero's welcome eventually a pauper's end to a life of excellence I see the vigour and the sheer lack of ego in those early photographs his dignity writ large on his flinty countenance Kersh the mensch Kersh the...  Read More
Jun. 6, 2012 7:49 am
It takes a lot of backstabbing for the situation to become febrile It takes a lot of bitterness to constantly attack all those weaker than oneself less fortunate souls marginal gutter cyclists people like me persisting with delusions as a modus operandi as a means of spurring on in the face of the awful reality the pantomime of a life lived in reverse I could only watch with horror...  Read More
Jun. 5, 2012 8:52 am
The interstitials threaten to overwhelm those insinuating little adverts for unwanted unneeded products made in sweat shops terminate in landfills over fill our houses threaten to suffocate bankrupt as I try to compose what is left of the self in an increasingly tenuous world  Read More
Jun. 5, 2012 8:47 am
20mgs That was the suggested dosage Later, I read of the 86 suicides associate with that curative and was glad I didn't take it the coffee table diagnosis was reason enough to ignore his credentials  Read More
Jun. 5, 2012 7:37 am
It was visible in their faces, borderline learning difficulties, poverty illnesses in the very DNA and unceasing devotion to a distant and steely icon. The street parties continued unabated, drink was tipped into reddening faces, union flags flew in this outpost of empire. Hard to believe it still persisted in the 21st century. Stuart took snaps and in his way documented these dispossessed souls...  Read More
Jun. 1, 2012 4:03 pm
In an instant the life ordinary became the life of shallow breaths the days waxed instead of waned the cupboard was only half empty and all that jazz the life of heart in the mouth the life of finger nail hanging ecstatic glances the life the only life  Read More
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