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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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Sep. 25, 2011 2:47 am
Aye, it was me, Gordo, Neilly and auld Marc couldn't make it. On the road for three fevered days and nights. A thousand odd miles traversed. Inner and outer space. England horseshoed. A fine trip. Hard to top. Gordo phoned and the years rolled back like a movie. A favourite movie. Peg. Steely Dan. Easy Rider and Abba in perpetual loops on the old stereo. Neilly with his OCD carry out of the red...  Read More
Sep. 23, 2011 1:56 am
When time is short, And cash is tight, Cast caution windward, Embrace the perfect moment; The forever changing NOW! We only have today: Tomorrow only promises to pay the bearer on demand.  Read More
Sep. 23, 2011 1:51 am
Faded hipsters, Tip a hat to bravado, Old Pierrot takes the stage, For one last desperate fling, Before fading. An exit?  Read More
Sep. 21, 2011 12:06 am
With the competing voices of Kapital echoing down through the ages, it is little wonder you count your metaphorical chickens. Hatched, they offer precious few crumbs of comfort. September offers the creative spirit. Autumn. Veni Creatus Spiritus. Solve Coagula. Solution and such in the Latin. Old ghost in a new machine. Society heading for a boiling point at an almost predestined date. Occult...  Read More
Sep. 19, 2011 10:45 pm
Too genteel for the working man's life, Too darkly embittered to enter the middle classes, Too... Too right!  Read More
Sep. 19, 2011 10:05 pm
It is only the pain talking, Harsh words spoken in almost a croak, Old Scottish curses muttered, Self bullying the self, Cells attacking themselves, Trying to obtain dignity in the teeth of it. Hellish minutes,Woeful discourses, Truth bleeding from outstretched palms, The stigmata of the day; RA, Two letters, A lifetimes of sorrow, The rest is indeed silence, As the man said. I realize that I...  Read More
Sep. 19, 2011 9:13 pm
Why do we persist in this madness? This suffocating mothering instinct, That is your downfall, The constant need for empty words, And even emptier gesture body politics. The lid is off again, The ages-old temptation, The serpent of the garden, Offers only a glimpse of a darkly grown future. The Baltic air gives me the willies...  Read More
Sep. 19, 2011 9:04 pm
Stuart kings in exile, Raining in Tyneside, Quayside wanderings, Wine and blackjack with Lou on the shoreline, Czars of a new age, Timing perfect water margins, As the day waned. Kevin knew the science of The Now, Humour loaded with pathos and wisdom,.. Words not collated at random, No sentences of bull-necked aggression, Just softly spoken home truths. Overhanging 2 AM ramblings try...  Read More
Sep. 19, 2011 8:52 pm
The whirling pit, Talking to gods on the big white telephone, Purging whilst adding insult to injury, Cliches jostle within a closing sentence; Wisdom dispatched in a war with the self, At least you reseal the Pandora's box, Put the lid on the Apocalypse in the brain. Time there was a change, a sign, Even just a word or a letter, Crosswinds, something on the air, A wee reminder, ...  Read More
Sep. 18, 2011 9:29 pm
.Aye, can be who or what you want to be, aye, right! Balls! The infernal silence continues, the ward rank with body odour and sickly disinfectant. Decay abounds? Ach, it's all one as a once famous philosopher said. All one. Bar the shouting, of course. Aye, the shouting...the internal dialogue with self and other competing voices within and yes, without. Bloody Beatles. The slumber...  Read More
Sep. 18, 2011 7:53 pm
All claws drawn in, The swift positive replacing the dull, Negation of all that is useless. And now the future, Not scot free of pain itself But at least living within the slight shadow, Of an all too human condition: Life.  Read More
Sep. 17, 2011 3:47 am
Aye, I hear you, bully, coward, idiot, The geezer with weasel words, And worse street grammar. I have seen and been that idiot, But have shelved him in favour of brevity. A word to the unwise; Nothing is worth worrying about, Other than worry itself.  Read More
Sep. 17, 2011 3:43 am
Take a trip on the train, Empty the head, Breathe!  Read More
Sep. 17, 2011 3:42 am
Revenge is sweet, But success is sweeter, Leave the rest to rhyme.  Read More
Sep. 17, 2011 3:41 am
Wishing you were dead is easy, Eyes closed, Fixed grin, Bottle totally empty. Then the day breaks, Sees you round at his place, Looking into the same morass as he, Seeing the same daemons in the bottle, keg or cask. Smoke plumes, Auld tunes, Nice memories, Gibbous moons. Or was it Keith? Keeping going is not so easy, However, the alternatives are not palatable, Nor achieveable. ...  Read More
Sep. 14, 2011 6:39 am
The anger flows, daemon-led, And then it goes, Under the influence of a good night's sleep. There is nothing like freedom, Use sleight of hand to mind exercises, A terminal point. And then the glorious silky silence of death. I awake, And realise the nightmare was only a twisted truth, Filtered through the milky lens of a filtered panic, Persistence is never failure, Alive means...  Read More
Sep. 14, 2011 6:32 am
In the dark writing up fears, It is lonely enterprise. Searing pain, Analgesic warmth, Synthetic body smacking, Sleep. Living in the margins, Yet never giving up, Day to day is the grind of bone on gristle, Arthritic reminders of a mortality, Sometimes all too close at hand. 4 AM passes into 9 AM and I am at rest. 30 mgs Acupan: saviour in pill form  Read More
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