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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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Nov. 30, 2009 10:06 pm
Even though I was disconnected, uprooted, I was trying to fix a position. A map in a city such as New York was my enemy. The grid and all-too logical numbered street layout simply gave me Sudoku-like fear. Numbers on grids gave me the willies. Only in south NYC, where the streets had names did I begin to orientate with any success, the rest of the time I was a rudderless, ageing naïve. Fear was...  Read More
Nov. 30, 2009 8:04 pm
Choking on hope: Last day on earth The detachment was setting in after a mere 30 seconds of the patient entering the surgery. As Mrs Helen Pritchard ran through her symptoms, I ran an eye over her nervous form and felt my memory lapse as she looked to me for some kind of instant diagnosis. It sounded like gout, but I had stopped even thinking about her as a sentient human being even...  Read More
Nov. 30, 2009 7:53 pm
Compatibility? “Try as I may, I never seem to get to the nub of what I'm supposed to do, or be, or...all permutations of the above. What's sure, as the traffic flows beneath my feet, is that I can decide now, whether or not to make that decision to become one with machine and metal and concrete, in other words my manifest destiny lies with me. I light a cigarette and, disgusted by its nicotine...  Read More
Nov. 29, 2009 10:38 pm
And so the process continued; I'd had some falls, short-term memory was a little diminished, so here I was. The waiting room. The overwhelming, catch-all smell of bleach. Some traduced creature wall-hugging whilst breathlessly intoning a wartime memory "please help us, please help us" Anti-psychotics had rendered the place through the cataract of watery fluorescence as I toyed with my zimmer ...  Read More
Nov. 22, 2009 7:50 pm
The neighbourhood has only some of the undercoat of finesse on display; I realise this as a skinny black youth pounds my anaesthetized 4 square inches of skull. I take it, laughing bloodlessly in the thin oxygen. His well-fed counterbalance ladyfriend drags him off as he shouts expletive after expletive into the sodium light-drenched 2AM. I collapse onto someone's makeshift cardboard tipi and...  Read More
Nov. 17, 2009 9:44 pm
The pledge pin at the lapel; Wasn't sure if it was a Sacred Heart, Or merely a blood donation thank-you badge. He flicked a knowing smile at my whisky: "A been-there son" paternal gaze, My stomach leaped as he placed The leaflet under my chaser, And promptly exited: A counterpunch of empathy In a day spent indoors, Blanking the present, Creating future memories.  Read More
Nov. 17, 2009 7:51 pm
The photograph of the rabbi distracted my eyes as the proprietor forced ahead with the large debit transaction. New York. The Fall. I had fallen, but just how far this time? The internal dialogue in my fevered nut rattled on as more questions rallied, faded, as the eyes were distracted to another impulse purchase. $2,000, or thereabouts blown on a full surveillance camera, printer,...  Read More
Nov. 3, 2009 10:21 am
I remember him through a slightly milky lens: Valentino cheeks, ready smile, ever-so-slightly manic rattling laugh. He urged me to climb out of my torpor and put pen to paper. It was hard going to the drinker with him, number 1: he didn't drink, interfered with medication and quasi-Buddhist notions and auld Catholic purges. Women always hovered, seeing the Keatsian tragedy in those green...  Read More
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