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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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Dec. 28, 2011 9:08 am
I hear the misanthropy, The rattling of age old sabres, Sectarianism as club membership, The lie of nationalism, The irreligious football chant as gospel, Trash monks in sportswear, The moronic majority. I struggle to hear the child's plea, Help the boy within. Lost in time to the sociopathic father, The reduced mother, Scots-Irish bloodlines, Whisky sentences, THC inflected periods...  Read More
Dec. 28, 2011 9:03 am
The limp handshake, Masonic intent, Rheumy eyes and whisky breath, Burns' oaths and auld Scots nonsense; The home of the idiotic loony visionary, Wha's like us, and all that communal lunacy, Trade unionists giving in to the the selfish urge, Masonic lines, boy's clubs for the terminally unimaginative. Laughing in the face of arcane questions. I will never join that club.  Read More
Dec. 28, 2011 8:57 am
The Hastings endgame, The final punchline, A life of illusion, delusion and fakery, Freedom gained at others' expense. Comrades left for dead on expeditions, Partners sullied and traduced, Sanity left at the gates, Thelema: the rules set by the mania, The driving force of freedom and lust, Freedom the key. The Great Beast was never as bad as was painted, Selfish and a little idiotic, ...  Read More
Dec. 24, 2011 7:56 am
Engaging in impertinent debate, With unarmed civilians, Online spectators gawp and applaud, The satire of the day, Traduced and worth naught. The spirit of the age, Trash aesthetic, Trash as truth, PK Dick was right, Even through his supposed delusions, Visions and conjecture, It has all been revealed; Hidden in plain sight, Though largely ignored. I might have seen it too, And...  Read More
Dec. 22, 2011 5:52 am
Rebirth, In the aftermath of an apocalyptic mix, Of toxic sentences, Suicidal impulses, Poor forethought, Impoverished pockets of grief, And momentary relief by medical intervention. 150mgs a day to keep oneself together, Physio-led exercise, And sometimes loose talk spurred by alcohol's excesses, And the other self emerges, the shadow, The wraith, Old words from a tired voice box, ...  Read More
Dec. 22, 2011 5:42 am
Nothing is ever truly lost, Only energy converted, That's theoretical physics, Natural science, A comfort to me in moments of doubt.  Read More
Dec. 22, 2011 5:37 am
The greatest facet she has, Forgiveness, Forgiveness in the teeth of my pain, Shameful gutter tongue, Warrior DNA, Tramadol blunting the edges, Red wine pushing me over the parapet. The finest feelings she has, True empathy as she takes on board my broken body, My brain awash with chemicals, And chemicals and thoughts of death, And end to this year of trials. We are still here, ...  Read More
Dec. 19, 2011 10:01 am
The rain unabated, the traffic hisses hard, Roar of diesel and wasted petrol, Pain in increments, Fish ill and swimming in a lost tide, The tank is a holding pattern As is the quiet abode, Punctuated by moments of grief' Enduring silence, The coming rays of sol, Stunted by awareness of illness manifest, Lonely days, Days of connection with self alone, Actual awareness of self, Not...  Read More
Dec. 19, 2011 9:54 am
The dry mouth. The darkening urine. Ghosts on the wireless. Dead dreams and long gone friends. The father figure sits mute, occasional burst of invective. Cursing the coming darkness, Lear on a budget and in a Donegal homestead, payed for by the proceeds of crime and dubious neighbour hatred masquerading as nationalism. You are the last of the iconic, self styled hardmen, now in your alcoholic...  Read More
Dec. 18, 2011 8:58 am
After the merrymaking, The procession heads to the station, Empty husks, Old soaks and hardmen, Battle weary from tireless random violence, Footballing enmities, And a raft of family business, Best kept secure in a personal Pandora's box., The bank holocaust weekend, Bodies piled high in Basra, Glasgow and Chicago, Casualties of booze, internecine conflict, Various stripes of...  Read More
Dec. 16, 2011 11:46 am
Is there really one? I am never sure, As fleet fingers fly over deadened keys, And more is spouted for no one but me. There is no id in it. There is no superego weeding out the tripe. There are only these words, And you and me.  Read More
Dec. 16, 2011 11:44 am
Drowning in some hyperreal sea, A tide of figures, analogues, logarithms, Besting contenders for the bore of the year, Repeating age old lies, Falling for the self same compliments, Failing to disclose failings, Felling the life left like an old oak, Time comes swift and reminds me, I must edit myself.  Read More
Dec. 16, 2011 11:40 am
I see him again, the other self, The dybbuk, Faceless, fakebook self, The idiot with much to say about trivia. The one guest, uninvited, the Judas at the table, The Banquo, listlessly giving a mouth to all sorts, Of nonsense and yet he continues to speak, Unwanted words, Unwanted Pandora gifts, The naive self, waiting for confirmation, Validated digitally, On a daily basis, Blogged...  Read More
Dec. 15, 2011 12:12 pm
The fridge yields an anaemic light, A path to stale items, Unsafe foodstuffs. Forgotten staples, The waste continues, A way out it in the suburbs, A timely end to nature. Days that offer nothing but fear, Forever is a blink.  Read More
Dec. 15, 2011 12:09 pm
The ring of stale beer, The empty ashtray, The wedding band in the pawnshop, Memories of you.  Read More
Dec. 14, 2011 1:17 pm
The timely reminder, The summons in the post, The subpoena. I know the signs, The dry mouth, The whirling gut. The knock at the door, The one that rattles the corpses in the basement. Dues need to be pained, Dues need to be pained, You putt as others while away hours, In the projects, On the streets, As you improve your short game, Scottish inheritance, Seeds the KKK, Gives...  Read More
Dec. 14, 2011 1:12 pm
There is no business like floor business, Lying there in an attitude of derangement, Lying there trying, Lying to keep away from the illness. Attacking oneself from the inside, On the out only sympathy and mealy mouths, Mouths uttering the English myth of sorrow. I know you weren't there at The Clearances. Neither was I, Or any of mine, We were too busy fighting Cromwell.  Read More
Dec. 14, 2011 1:09 pm
Whenever the urge to destroy is upon one, Be aware, Be aware. Whenever the nudge is one the final reel, Don't despair, Beware, Gambling is the last refuge of the scoundrel. My father's dead voice tells me: "You don't need to fail to feel, son" My public is a small continent, An island of family and friends, Even so-called foes are welcome, As long as they remove their boots at the...  Read More
Dec. 6, 2011 5:17 am
You say I am free, The freedom of the grey reaches, Free to spend whole decades In attitudes of despair, The life of the gutter priest. Easy, it's so easy.  Read More
Dec. 1, 2011 6:39 am
I will get up now and try to say, Keep my flame lit for another day, And new day's come, Worth a-going on. Keep the troubles and the strife at bay Love the man that you know I can be, And we'll get through, It's easy now, it's true. Keep on at it, the love is long, Keep on at it you know you're strong, And we'll carry on together, Just carry on, Just carry on. Scarlet traceries of...  Read More
Dec. 1, 2011 6:34 am
There are no limits, Just the self imposed ones, And rudderless State intervention, Our relationship is as solid as it can be. There are no moments of real anger, Just frustration at perceived slights, And some economic household juggling, Our love is as fluid as the water she so loves. There is no drunken oblivion now, Just merry sparkling eyes, And loquacious enthusiasm, Our...  Read More
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