MANA*
Mana is
Bahaman Brahmans chanting mantras before a Madagascar dawn
High noon profits of a Mama & Papa pot shop in Chicago
Jogging off manifold Machiavellian manipulations on Saginaw sidewalk
The magic of a margarita with a Mohammedan Madonna in March
Mana is EAST
Mana is SOUTH
Mana is WEST
Mana is NORTH
Mana is
Spring cantatas of rocking Rachmaninoff’ and be-bopping Bach
Jimi Hendrix, Joe Cocker, Santana and Janis Joplin at Woodstock
Manioc madness manifested at a Madison, Wisconsin stomp dance
A sasquatch munching Choctaw chocolate on frozen Mackinaw swamp
Mana is MORNING
Mana is AFTERNOON
Mana is EVENING
Mana is NIGHT
Mana is
The Taj Mahal love of Shah Jahal for his wife, Mumtaz
The prophetic poetry of a pentecostal Hobbit in Managua mañana
Applauding Amada Delgado’s Tecate Tocatta at Montana cocktail lounge
The colossal saxophone of Sonny Rollins melting Stockholm frost
Mana is SPRING
Mana is SUMMER
Mana is AUTUMN
Mana is WINTER
Mana is
The cosmic immensity of a Ma Yüan monochromatic ink drawing
Dietrich Bonhoeffer detoxification of Nazi demagoguery
Mayahana contacts with Yahweh through an Allen Watts podcast
The BEYOND us which is also WITHIN us
Mana is INFANCY
Mana is YOUTH
Mana is MATURITY
Mana is OLD AGE
* Pervasive supernatural or magical power. (especially in Polynesian, Melanesian, and Māori belief)
OZYMANDIAS
COM LIT 250 CRITICAL BIBLE STUDIES SEMINAR: Loki draws a picture of a wormhole, finishes, and lays down her marker on the whiteboard tray)
Loki: Critical Bible Studies fans we are going to take a field trip to visit the one and only Ozy-MAN-DEEEEEE-USSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! (Loki enters wormhole followed by her class.)
Scene 2: Loki’s class escorted inside royal palace for audience with Ozymandias who is sitting on his throne.
Okie: Hey, Big O, I hear your boys kicked ass big time last war.
Ozymandias: That’s what I do, Baby! I am the greatest!
Cal: So who’s next? Looks like you really love war.
Ozymandias: I don’t necessary like war, buddy but I do love wealth and power and the more land you take the more power you get.
Edmund: And so now you’re number one.
Ozymandias: That’s right, buddy, In the game of empires there ain’t no number two.
Laura: When we came to your palace, I saw this vast statue standing tall on two legs of stone which sculptors were working on. Most impressive. Who is this a statue of?
Ozymandias: You’re looking at him, sweetheart. The latest and largest of the many statues of me that my loyal subjects have erected all over my realm. I tell you my people can’t seem to get enough of me.
Amiri: Well all your buildings and roads are indeed impressive but still humans can not live by bread alone. What do you do to people of different faiths in kingdoms you conquer? Do you make them change their religions to yours?
Ozymandias: Well, the gods on my side are obviously stronger than the ones on my colonial subjects side but hey, I’m the most tolerant emperor ever and so I don’t give a shit who they worship as long as they pay me their tribute.
Chaz: Most magnanimous of you, Ozzy. At least you didn’t tear down the temples of another faith and built your places of worship on top of them as the “Onward Christian soldiers” did in Tenochtitlan.
Blake: Your majesty is in danger of provoking divine wrath for his hubris. The scriptures of my people say, “Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall”. Moreover, my lord and savior, who just happens to be the king of kings and Lord of Lords said in his Sermon on the Mount,“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
Ozymandias: (Laughing) An army of wimps taking over the world. You’re funny, kid.
Blake: Well, I don’t mind being a fool for Christ, for I believe that
One Day
Every valley shall be exalted,
and every mountain and hill shall be made low:
and the crooked shall be made straight,
and the rough places plain:
And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed,
and all flesh shall see it together.
Maggie: (chanting)
My soul doth magnify the Lord,
and my spirit hath rejoiced in GOD MY SAV-IOR.
For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden:
for, behold, from henceforth all generations SHALL
CALL ME BLESSED.
For he that is mighty hath done to me great things;
and HOLY IS HIS NAME.
He hath put down the mighty from their seats,
and EXALTED THEM OF LOW DEGREE.
He hath filled the hungry with good things;
and the rich he hath sent EMPTY AWAY.
Edmund: According to your boy, Karl Marx, Mary’s moving Magnificat is nothing more than an opiate addiction.
Cal: He also said, “Religion is the sigh of the oppressed in a heartless world.
Ozymandias: Where in fuck did these religious nuts come from?
Loki: I think, your majesty, they’ve suddenly been afflicted with apocalyptic seizures.
Blake: What’s this handwriting I see written on the wall—MENE TEKEL PARSIN.
Ozymandias: What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t see no writin’ on no wall.
Joni: I had two years of Pig Latin in high school and can interpret these words you can see but don’t want to see. MENE means “numbered,” TEKEL means “weighed,” and PARSIN means “divided.” God has numbered the days of your empire and has brought it to an end. He has weighed you on his balance scales, and you fall short of what it takes to be a wise and good ruler. So God has divided your empire between the Medes and the Persians. In other words you be in deep shit, boy!
Ozymandias: Hey, skinny, you need to put some meat on your bones if you don’t want to end up being a lonely old maid.
Okie: For all you know she could end up being a happy lesbian.
Ozymandias: Anyway, you guys don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. Who ain’t gonna remember my name? Look at all the statues and monument made in my honor. I tell you my fame is gonna live forever.
SCENE 3 Loki’s class walks back to the wormhole to return home.
Loki: How long did Ozymandia’s empire last, Wiki?
Wiki Lin: (Looking at her iPhone) Not even close to being one of history’s longest and largest empires. The poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley, tells about a traveler from an antique land who said:
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
Blake: And on the pedestal these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away