Sunday, March 1, 2009

The Fame of a Dead Man's Deeds

John "Birdman" Bryant
Oct 26, 1943 - Feb 26, 2009

John Demarest Bryant was born October 26, 1943 in Washington DC, the son of Lyle C. Bryant and Nola I. Wingo.

After graduating from Columbia Military Academy, Columbia, TN in 1961 and (after first attending Antioch College, Yellow Springs, OH) American University, Wash DC (BA in Math) in 1968, he and his wife moved to San Francisco, CA, where he completed the manuscript "Systems Theory and Scientific Philosophy", and found a publisher for it. Moving back to the East Coast, John delved into commodities trading in and around Philadelphia, PA. He re-found his niche as a writer just before moving to the Tampa Bay area in Dec of 1995.

He was the creator of the website "thebirdman.org" and originator of the weekly (by subscription only) newsletter called the Birdman's Weekly Letter (now discontinued).
He also wrote approx. 40 books, from the "Everything You Wanted to Know ..." (Mortal Words) series to "Better than Shakespeare", a rewrite of the major Shakespearean sonnets.
He assembled a Libertarian Cartoon book, with original cartoons, many of which appeared originally in Instauration and other magazines of the alternative press.

(See also the links:
http://www.thebirdman.org/Index/Intro/Intro-Bio.html
and http://www.thebirdman.org/Index/Intro/WikipediaBio-JohnBryant-22Feb2006.htm (an article originally posted on Wikipedia)
for more detail.)

His memorial gathering will be held at the Asian Star restaurant, 1198 S Pasadena Ave, S, S Pasadena, FL at or around 1 PM, Sunday Mar 8. (Time change that day) All are welcome.

The Pen is as mighty as the sword, and anyone that wields it is just as much a warrior as one who takes the physical fight to the enemy. If there is a Valhalla for resistance writers, They have received the John Byant.

Cattle die, and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one's self;
But a noble name will never die,
If good renown one gets.
Cattle die,and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one's self;
One thing I know that never dies,
The fame of a dead man's deeds.

Each of us all must his end abide
in the ways of the world; so win who may
glory ere death! When his days are told,
that is the warrior's worthiest doom.

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