After much delay and pondering, and much mindless head-scratching, Kaden Brown finally has a monthly newsletter that you can sign-up for!
For one day only, August 31, “Wear A Flower In Your Hair – A dialogue with Sadie Mae Glutz” is available on Kindle absolutely free. You can get it here.
The story of Sexy Sadie as told by herself from prison. A shocking and horrific account as to what happened and why, explaining the real philosophy behind her mass murdering – a powerful belief system that shakes one’s own sense of stability and understanding about the world and people around us. Are you ready to open your mind?
Here is what one reviewer had to say about “Wear a Flower In Your Hair“:
“It’s a visceral. It’s gripping. It’s soul-stirring. As Sadie Mae Glutz recounted her life in her own words, I felt the full gamut of emotions. This is an American tragedy of the highest order. A mirror maze of contradictions and red herrings.
Yes, this is a bold and uncompromising vision from Kaden Brown. A master stroke of creative writing. You owe it to yourself to check it out. It’s not easy reading, but then again, it’s not meant to be. Two thumbs up from me!”
Naturally, “Wear a Flower In Your Hair” is also available in hardback, either by ordering from your high street retailer, or by ordering online, through vendors such as Amazon , The Book Depository, and Barnes & Noble.
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.25(d)
One of the major philosophical pillars of “Wear A Flower In Your Hair – A Dialogue With Sadie Mae Glutz” revolves around the Beatles’ song from “The Beatles” (The White Album), “Happiness Is a Warm Gun“.
Interestingly, for reasons the book explains in great detail – the song is reportedly Paul McCartney’s and George Harrison’s favourite song on the White Album (see the Bruce Spizer 2003 book, “The Beatles on Apple Records“.)
No wonder when one considers exactly how the meaning of the song was conceived and the massive impact the philosophy had upon late-60’s pop-culture:
The pleasure we got from life, of living by our own rules – we had none – meant we had the power, inside each one of us, to continue the cycle of pain, spread it into society and help charge-up the karma cycle. The pain we caused meant more happiness.”
“Happiness is a warm gun?”
“Ha-ha, you have it!”
“It is utterly mad.”
“You see the power of what I’m saying. It scares you.”
“Of course it does. How can you warp logic so much that innocent people die? For such a dire and terrifying possibility, that death, that pain, are good things. That they cause happiness.”
“Yet you instinctively knew that a warm gun equals happiness?”
“It’s the name of a fucking song, not some metaphysical empiricism!”
“Yet you connected the idea and the song instantly.”
“It is not that difficult. You know, to make “happiness” you cause pain.”
The interview with Susan Atkins (Sadie) explains Paul’s, George’s, and John’s conversations with her, following the band’s final concert at Candlestick Park, San Francisco on August 29, 1966. It explains how they met during a private performance at the Church of Satan where she worked. What happened next was the spark, the moment of epiphany, that set the Fab Four upon a new direction.
That night spawned an entirely new and deadly philosophy that directly led to the breakup of the band following the arrest of Manson Family members, and denials and mistruths concerning the role The Beatles played.
But then the book isn’t actually true…
This weekend only, “Wear A Flower In Your Hair – A Dialogue With Sadie Mae Glutz” is available free from Kindle.
After such a long break I thought I would post another poem from “Immortal Forever”.
This is about the vampires (those immortal forever) and is paralleled with the Immortal Regiment campaigns in the former Soviet bloc, and which is especially poignant in Zelenograd, the main setting for Immortal Forever.
This is “Shadows of Humanity and Life“:
We are here, amidst the stench that is you all:
Shadows of humanity, a vanity of ego that none dare see.
From the dark dank depths of horrors past,
Memories of man that we seek to show.
To the death of mothers, of fathers, and joyously forgotten children,
We struggle to live what we no longer recall.
Beside the streams that once ran blood red – and still do in our head.
Amongst the burial mounds, trapped tourists on our graves.
We are here, on these monuments of death;
Too many names, just slogans and intent.
A future struggle we want to avoid.
We are here amongst you. Ageless, faceless. In fear of your monochrome memory.
From the families we have forsaken,
From the friends we have forgotton.
Of confidence to tell you our lies. Those we call friends.
Those we devour in a jealousy of life.
Full of fear.
Our secrets unbound.
Our names live forever, etched in eternal stone.
Yet long abandoned we dare not use.
With ribbons and flags and music and cheer, you remember once a year.
The deaths they believe, afraid to behold.
Still, we are amongst you.
Our shadows of life you cannot see.
I just had one of those big “woops” moments, realising that April is nearly half complete and I have not yet looked at my “Shady Oaks” screenplay!
Duh. With my head in the clouds, working on “Immortal Forever” I sort of totally forgot I have other stuff to do. Mind you, the time has been brilliant as I plot the mega-story-arc for my Russian Vampire Fiction.
Never-the-less, I must get along and open up Final Draft and concentrate of completing April’s agenda. Just have to do the closing act. Should be no problem.
Wonder what I’m working on this damp day…
Enjoy and be nice to each other :)
The future dark paranormal (Russian vampire fiction) “Immortal Forever”, which will probably be completed in about five years, will contain quite a bit of self-penned prose as well as some by other authors. The following is a brief poem from the draft manuscript.
FYI, I hope to be performing this poem in person at an upcoming poetry meet of The Dead Good Poets Society in Liverpool. There is a teeny bit I am not happy with, to do with how one line reads related to another, but I’ll dwell upon that and maybe change it. It is all in how the poem is spoken. The poem title is a working title only. Don’t forget, the book has a very morbid and dark theme…
“Regret and Anger of Being Immortal Forever”
Places to be yet never seen,
Amid the blue skies a bleeding red stream
Towers of life with a tower of death,
No mortal can recall when my heart has been.
Let me sleep for a thousand years.
So tired, to run from the burning sun,
and a long ceased breath.
With blood red tears, into the day we have never seen.
Of places we imagine, yet only unseen,
A torture unlike the deep night we’ve carefully done
Still waters of blood and the stench of death,
Where you once smiled – this never-ending dream.
No friend nor kin we have ever been,
As moths to the light, the dead come to that bleeding red stream.
Those hills and those mounds, we have our death,
Revenge shall be ours, a heart no longer beating.
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