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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, 2011 11:53 am
Building a human fortress to withstand another winter, I see I've lost weight and some muscle mass. I see my eyes are no longer the bright blue rivets, My gait is one of a much older man, One capitulating to one's own body, And one's own woes. As they continue. However, I still laugh at my own follies, Divorces, marriages, financial non-starters, And realise that my rocky bottom, Is...  Read More
Nov. 30, 2011 11:49 am
No one actually does anything they used to, Paranoia reigns in bars, In coffee shops, Under financially strapped roofs, Under bridges, Time share concrete pieces of pavement in Calcutta, And in Birmingham, UK. Government chemicals do the rounds, As brain is separated from walllet. I see little point in anything I do, So that alone is enough to fight, To fight the encroaching dark, ...  Read More
Nov. 30, 2011 11:45 am
"Well, I did say it wouldn't be easy, son. A hard auld road, son, A hard auld road you've chosen." I now still hear the words, Hardly sage, but ever true, That's what keeps me going, Nothing else.  Read More
Nov. 30, 2011 11:43 am
Out on a grey anniversary, Dead faces lines the streets, Imaginings, Opium daymares.  Read More
Nov. 30, 2011 11:42 am
Pints, Tablet form opioids, Water, Sick notes from the ever-supportive doctor, Time with only pain on the horizon. A typical day in other words, A typical endless day. Pints, More Tramadol, Electrical storm migranes, Synovitis, Asthmatic panic, General maladies, All the As.... And Z list appearances, In the dives of Newcastle, On the train back to the dubious homeland, ...  Read More
Nov. 27, 2011 10:04 am
One more angry moment is over in just that, One moment. Calmness is gained, When all else has failed, When horrific tensions are defeated, By the simple act of unconditional love.  Read More
Nov. 27, 2011 10:02 am
Well, it had to happen, Idiots always remain in their bubble, Their odd reality tunnels, Of cheap arsed sexism, Pathetique Marxist rhetoric, Forever lashed to the mast of their sofa, Or armchair pulpit. Old habits die with a convulsed smile. Poor sods, Stances smashed by actions unwanted, Cruel words meted out to the perceived weak, Sheep in sheep's clothing, Followers of folly, ...  Read More
Nov. 27, 2011 9:53 am
Unlocking stratagems with kindness, Sideways glances as opposed to confrontation, Surfing the Newcastle tarmac, Saturday, Bodies in attitudes of fetish, Fetish and in the pantomime The pantomime of coupling, The unlocking of codes, Ancient ways, Archives of past mistakes, Misfiring synapses, Placebo alcohol, The real water of life, Is just water, Not just a binary code of barley...  Read More
Nov. 21, 2011 6:00 am
Listen. Small print margins. Advice given by dead fathers and pub philosophers in their cups. Dutch uncles raving about boring stadium rock outfits fronted by imbecile puppets in borrowed shades. Grave robbing "writers", barely literate buffoons in priapic meltdown fashioning 3rd generation pseudo intellectual pap about their mushroom sized genitalia. Size matters? Who actually gains from their...  Read More
Nov. 21, 2011 4:54 am
He sits alone, Nicotine and alcohol his companions, Rises above bile and rage, Kills himself by bitter increments. I lash myself to his raft, Pray that we'll reach the shore, Defeat the demons together.  Read More
Nov. 16, 2011 4:08 am
The King has been cornered, The lion has been bearded in his den, Hot night sweats, opium visions, Occluded sensibilties, Edges wisely blunted, Pain defeated, Love is once again unconditional, Unconditional on 2 dozes a day. At least science hasn't let me down, And neither has she.  Read More
Nov. 14, 2011 5:59 am
Newcastle. Harsh North sea wind attacking the dermis. Fish is loose in the city. Friday night. Dr Rice had unwisely allowed Fish a glimpse of freedom in the garden of the psych ward. Over the garden wall and into the real. Mr Fish was now coming down off of the Chlorpromazine low. The chemicals in his brain were freeing themselves and into the city he goes... Dr Rice sits in mute witness to a...  Read More
Nov. 12, 2011 4:20 am
I hear his endless cynicism. A denial of other folk's philosophy. Shoving evangelical atheism Down everyone's gullet. Yes, Blair was a liar and a warmonger, Hypnotised by Bush and Big Business, Oil dollars etc. I hear the glib theorising of Dawkins, Science, politics, economic theory, They are bound together as religions are, Thus are in themselves religions. It's easy in a cycloptic...  Read More
Nov. 12, 2011 4:13 am
Time and mind, mind and time, Illusions of clarity. Drink taken, drink expelled, Urine soaked bedsheets. The god Morpheus. Sight failing, Frequent toilet trips, An end sighted, A glass not illuminated. Taking the place of the parent, Eyes gazing into the abyss, Not Nietzsche, Just a man looking for answers, In the jaws of The Reaper.  Read More
Nov. 11, 2011 7:53 am
Maybe I shall find peace, Maybe I already have,. I just dropped the formula running for the bus. Typical. That's just the sort of idiot I am, Never seeing the gold within the grey, The nickel in the dunghill, The 10-1 horse who's sure to pass the post first. Ah destiny, I don't believe in thee, I'll find my faith within.  Read More
Nov. 11, 2011 7:50 am
I heard the news through the wires, Sad minutes ensured tears and bile, The rest was silence. Jim was a smiling presence, Even as my father's body was carted off, He even laughed through lachyramae, And gave dad a Paisley send off. Hard to believe they've both gone. Soberly, I write, finger pulps aching, Though a wry smile traces my lips. A weird blessing on a grey Friday, A...  Read More
Nov. 11, 2011 7:44 am
The algebra of romance, The equations that serve the centres of pleasure, The sum of all the bodily parts, Not forgetting the mind. Mind and time, Robbed by hucksterish economists, Tedious scientific empiricists And New Age cranks. Standing alone, Face to face with my own emoting, My own peculiar madness, I'd rather have that, Than a column of figures And all the lunacy that comes...  Read More
Nov. 9, 2011 11:29 pm
I see the jet stream, Cutting a swathe thru the saltire sky, Thoughts of home; Paisley, Glasgow, Outer and inner space. Northampton nears As the stomach cramps And old anxieties are banished, Along with fears, Of self and others. R.D Laing. R.D Laing's Knots, Plain old Ronnie Laing on The Late Late Show, Gay Byrne savaging what was left of the man, Forgetting the human within. I...  Read More
Nov. 9, 2011 11:21 pm
May's gone, And so have I, Temporary refuge, From the lie I might have been living. Where to now, chief? Freed and terrified, As Birmingham Moor Street Station offer no answers.  Read More
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