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Sean Urquhart
Sean Urquhart
An ailing, pathetic scribe who sees no point in punting himself like a Portobello whore. Read my blog amd weep for me, pals. An utter failure,
 

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Oct. 26, 2011 5:55 am
Blackness unfolds into purity, Blackness unfolds into pints of beer, Of philosophy. Of doom. Of totality. Of nothing. Stand, look, listen, sniff, In your garden, Furnished by light alone, Furnished by light alone, Furnished by you. Furnished by you. And then the dance, And then the dance, And then the dance, And.  Read More
Oct. 26, 2011 5:51 am
Revenge is never sweeter, When it don't defeat ya, Success can never be far behind, Every master craftsman, Hides a wilder reason, Within the ebb and flow Of this working life... Another coffee, madam? Another guarantee sir?  Read More
Oct. 26, 2011 5:48 am
My father is in the circle, So am I: We are all in a circle. Birth and death and the hereafter, The forevermore, Even hard science agrees, It's an energy conversion, And nothing is ever lost: Life to death as an equation, pards  Read More
Oct. 26, 2011 5:44 am
It does the job. Some of it resounds, Most goes astray, But defeats the pain anyway.  Read More
Oct. 26, 2011 5:43 am
Sandwiches, old sandwiches, OIde English piffle, Auld Scots rhetoric, Academic grief. I am not here, Just passing through, Mothers cooked for us, Fathers belched, Rhubarb, rhubard, Auld nonsense. I must calm the rage, It overflows, But without it, Am I the lesser? Aye, maybe... More verbal ping and pong.  Read More
Oct. 26, 2011 5:39 am
Pollution of the mind, The very essence of being, The very essence of it all. Pollution, a madness, Pollution madness, Pollution, God knows it's a drudge.  Read More
Oct. 26, 2011 5:37 am
Pain relief; Time immemorial liquid, The end of many a good soul, Time in a glass, wasted... And yet savoured, Until the liver gives up the ghost, And the corpus is claimed.  Read More
Oct. 26, 2011 5:35 am
I am black obsidian, My pen is evil, My pen is good, My pen is indifferent. But still it cuts to the quick.  Read More
Oct. 26, 2011 5:33 am
Anarchists, Gang boys, Old hawks, Old misogyny, Bad family broods, Bad money; The grave, Only and always the grave. This then the messed-up roll call, I'll stand my ground  Read More
Oct. 25, 2011 1:19 pm
Poor Nick, he sweats bullets of pure vodka and stale cider, he bleats and he defeats the demons. I wipe his puke and offer him a cigarette and we talk about Will Self's Oedipal longing. Oxford was a decade apart for us, me Ruskin, trade union bullwark and he Magdalen, the icy reaches of the social apartheid piece. I was there for purely selfish reasons, he too. We long after our dead fathers and...  Read More
Oct. 25, 2011 1:14 pm
The Taxi driver spat ordure from tight lips, Old English abuse, Horrible and necessary to him, Too much and yet not enough, He expunge plenty, Afore I unleashed centuries of Highland Clearances grievance And even offered the idiot a tip. 30 pieces for a latter day Judas. Cursed by exttremely feint praise, The magician always wins, Even in loss-making scenarios. I kissed Louise and...  Read More
Oct. 21, 2011 3:37 am
I am,tired, Fearfully tired, Fearfully tired I bark a little, Though it really is a lot. Too much for her. She spouts sentences of fear and frustration, .I push the quit button, go nuclear, Utter panic, The crushing rush of the future Wrapped up in too many angry thunderous moments, Red death, Red death in cans and on draught, Red, the colour of STOP! Passion and blood. Red,...  Read More
Oct. 21, 2011 3:30 am
The actor's caged, The feeling's spent, Another grey day apart, Another day apart from she. I cry, a dry racking cough, I cry mostly alone, Until my mother holds me, Comforts me, I am in absentia. I am sleepless, We are sleepless, I wait for news of my return, From this purgatory, This Scottish exile  Read More
Oct. 19, 2011 6:12 am
He was there, hair of flame And Cockney vowels spilling onto the tarmac. I saw through him, He was on the run. I too was running, But towards something, Not away. The beers were sunk, Mercury Bar, Hell's Kitchen, as was, Reduxed, redone, reanimated, As some Disney Irish joke, With no punchline. In Rudy's Bar, Some old stager assailed me, Gave me the Italian American soft soap, I...  Read More
Oct. 19, 2011 6:04 am
I read the works of Keats and Blake And feel an utter dread The gambit of the eager fool, Spread the words until I'm dead, Or just festering. I read the works of me and thee, And panic all the time, The drink, the drugs, the boredom, Marching, snorting up the lines, And then weeping. I read the works and the pen it bleeds, Onto paper, online, And into the blue. What have we learned...  Read More
Oct. 13, 2011 3:21 am
Increments of genius, language spewing forth, Anger trapped in amber, Like a static insect. A fly, a fly a multitude of the buggers, Terrible mites, They inflict their buzzing poison, As they assault Nick's head. Terrible thoughts on the powdered wings, All the workaday worries, Nick worries and thinks, And worries and thinks, And dreams of Tracey and yes, he too flies.  Read More
Oct. 13, 2011 3:18 am
Locomotive mindset, Queen Street to Mallaig on the West Highland line, Reckless abandon on the Glasgow-London sleeper, Money blown on whims, And escape. NYC, Majorca, Corsica, Notting Hill Carnival, All points on the cardiodiograph mental mapping, The train halts, I alight and wait. I found her in Waverley Station. Almost on my doorstep, After a lifelong search for Cinderella.  Read More
Oct. 13, 2011 3:13 am
Sleepless, sleepless and strained, Sleepless tortured body. Sleepless in the 4AM inky black, 4AM silence. Electrical hum and the muted whoosh of traffic, Traffic from the south, west, north, Traffic hissing by the opaque window. Time halts, Stunned by the painful increments of passage, A body in the gloom, A body in a dressing robe shroud. Green fields of Donegal, Northumbrian...  Read More
Oct. 11, 2011 3:55 am
The Jewish lassies snubbed me, When they saw the reality, A gentile in their midst, I didn't get it, I really didn't. I bade them farewell, And ordered more Krug. I had more luck with the Texans, Even though we had nowt in common, They had a tad more humanity, Until they tippled to the facts; I wasn't a Lutheran. Ah the luck of The Celts, In clowntown, Clowns without make-up, ...  Read More
Oct. 11, 2011 3:49 am
Yes, I robbed them, Two bit leftists, And Robert Burns experts, Fools.  Read More
Oct. 11, 2011 3:48 am
It was in his bearing, 5 foot 5 of Neapolitan intent, Dark black pools of doom, Eyes darting to the henchmen, Wrong venue. Politesse won the day, Old Scots-Irish manners, Grandfathers words, Soothing the beast, Mexican beer sunk, Waiting for Scorsese to yell "cut", Bottle crashing internally, Ice blue eyes telegraphing nothing, Michael telling me as I exited, "You're welcome here,...  Read More
Oct. 11, 2011 3:32 am
Exiled in the Disney Irish sector, Plastic paddies and mosaic hunger strikers, 4th generation at best, Importing the worst of Ireland, Ersatz fodder and 8 buck pints of stout, Jokes without punchlines. I drifted towards the Bowery, slow, The slow orbit, Fear in the breaths in and out, Faces looming in The Fall, Faces grimacing at the hyper kinesis, Out of date faces, Back issues of...  Read More
Oct. 10, 2011 3:36 am
Skinned on Washington Square, The day started with a cop's baton in the ribs, A nod and a laugh at my accent, And I was off and staggering. The 5 bucks in my pocket had to go on cigarettes, I had to stay awake somehow. The Metro beckoned me home. JFK was near enough. The capsule delivery system deposited me, The commuters thinned out, Midday gloom, A head full of funeral orisons. I...  Read More
Oct. 10, 2011 3:30 am
Dionn ran through a lifetime's worth of racial slurs, I hid behind a dark hood. The Bronx.  Read More
Oct. 10, 2011 3:27 am
It was a strained conversation, I feigned innocence as she gave me a litany of perversions. It was stomach-churning, The slow train out of Grand Central, Hungover to hell.  Read More
Oct. 10, 2011 3:24 am
The same conversations jostling for pole position, As polar opposites attract. Word salads dissolve, And histories are rewritten to suit the present, tense. The dance continues, The age old tango, Human moths to lighter flames, Cigarettes shared and exhaled. And now Pierrot has his Columbine, Romeo seeks out Juliet, The mating ritual has ended, The hard work must begin. I viewed...  Read More
Oct. 7, 2011 2:41 am
The cold, hard steel words of Glasgow, Knife wounds tumbling from tight lips, Aeons of hatred, Perceived slights taken as read, Spilled pints heralding battle. A typical Friday night. The hyper kinesis, Human electricity crackling, Ions of energy flowing into the city's arteries, Arteries clogged with poor diets, booze and fags, Eyes clouded with Brigadoon visions, Auld victories over...  Read More
Oct. 6, 2011 3:37 pm
Ach well, it's only a game, A money-go-round I should therefore really be in The States, American Dream, Scots out to plunder, innovate, Strangely influence. I missed that flight from comfort, And from an unsafe distance, JFK seems long, long gone. Down in this android factory of humanity, I feel a spinning orbit of luck, love and death, I want my New York eyes back...  Read More
Oct. 6, 2011 3:34 pm
Tattered, battered, bloodied, but unbowed, Nick the rake, Nick the boozer, Nick the dear friend.  Read More
Oct. 6, 2011 2:49 am
The balance is negative, The feeling absolute, As parasites gather speed, Those that people never, ever need. Those obvious traps, Those signs and beacons, Bad prose, Tightened money belts, Austere minute questions, That rally in the close, tenemental. Temper, temper, temper, It will be the death of me, Repeat until free.  Read More
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