Leaves of Grass Page #6

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without rhyme or meter.

Free verse.

Just whatever

he felt inside

coming out in its

own intricate rhythm.

Pure, unashamed passion

without

definable restriction.

I'm sorry. See, I have

a few issues with that.

Why?

Because, some

have dared to suggest

that even

poetry has rules.

Or you make your own.

Right there.

That's the part

I never bought into.

Because?

If everybody

runs around making their

own rules, how can you

find what's true?

There's nothing...

There's nothing to rely on.

One night

I split my cicada skin

devoured your leaves

knowing no poison,

no law of nourishment

in that larval blindness

a hunger finally true.

Who's that?

That's me.

Maybe what's true

is in front of us

and we're moving

toward it without

even knowing it's there.

Once you think

you've got it all

solved, what's left?

Don't get any fish

innards on me, okay?

[Chuckles softly]

Shut up.

So what is the Halacha?

It's the law.

(Rabbi)

It's the path that we

follow in our daily lives.

It comprises those rituals

that make our lives complete.

Without them,

the violence and anarchy

of the world prevail.

While Moses

talks with God on Sinai

the Jews abandon law

and dance ecstatically

before the calf

forgetting the one who

brought them out of Egypt.

My friends,

in every generation,

we are threatened with chaos

and slavery and despair.

And in this

dispiriting confusion,

Halacha allows refuge

in a world we can't explain.

A world of violence

anarchy in which though

the workings of justice

may falter

there is a larger

and deeper coherence.

Who the f*** is that?

To know this with certainty

is to believe as Jew.

Without law

we are lost

F*** if I know.

In an arid wasteland

no good to each other.

Not this place.

Shabbat Shalom.

Okay. Okay.

So I would like to thank

the Hauptman family

for the beautiful flowers

that adorn our bema

and to please join us

after the Musaf service

for Kiddush in the Kaiser

Memorial Auditorium.

Well, thanks

for doing this.

Happy to.

All right.

You sure you don't

want to come in?

I'll be waiting

right over there.

But we'll look kindly later

on boys who sort sh*t out

with their mommas.

How do I look?

[Chuckles]

Well, hey, Sharon.

Uh, just gonna

see my mom.

Officer.

Oh. Oh. Uh...

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

wait, big fella. Oh. Okay.

No, no,

not a word from you,

Brady, you hear?

You just gonna listen.

The staff here,

they found your momma

smoking pot the other day.

Now, she's

a crazy lady, don't

even belong in here.

But it wouldn't

do nobody no good

to put her away.

The only reason

I ain't hauling you in

is 'cause I ain't

got proof it was you

who give it to her.

But as soon as I do

we're gonna get

on your property

and we're gonna find

every last ounce of that

super-charged grass you grow.

I don't care how many

of my men you pay off.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

[Sniggers]

And you ain't fooling

a soul by cleaning up.

I know just

what you is.

(Pug)

That ain't at all

what I asked you,

I asked you why

you supposed to be

here three days ago

and you just

walk in here now.

We had some business

back at home we had

to take care of is all.

I heard you made

an appearance

at Broken Bow.

Well, I just stopped

in at the Metotem

there and...

My girl wanted

some licorice.

Everybody knows

those Fuller boys work

out at the Metotem

Even the police

know that.

She wanted

the licorice.

I sure

hope my money's

in yonder bag.

Well, that's

just, uh...

Either that or you got

samples of what you're

gonna be up to down there.

Don't tell me you done

interrupted my day of rest

to utter sh*t I got

no interest making

its way between my ears.

We went to the wrong

temple at first.

Temple Israel.

Over there on Utica?

If I wanted

to go to church,

I'd be a Christian.

Might make

your life easier.

Who says

my life ain't easy?

I don't know.

Maybe folks ain't

too partial to Jews.

The law would

never mark out a Jew

as a dope dealer neither.

They leave me alone,

by and large.

Way of the world

is mysterious.

But every man has his place,

each according to his lights.

That could be.

Shaver and Waddell

done presented to you

a deal, Brady.

An opportunity.

Now, either you got

my money in that bag

or we're gonna talk

about expanding your

situation down there.

Well, I can't

do neither.

Why not?

I'm gonna have a family.

And I ain't never

had a dad myself so

I aim to be a good one.

So I'm done.

At least not

in a selling capacity.

So, that's a bag full

of money paying me back

for setting you up.

Well, hear me out, Pug.

That's gettin' harder

because of all the sh*t

I'm listening to.

Okay, look. Me and Bolger,

we're gonna take that whole

operation that you paid for

we'll haul it up

to Broken Bow.

We'll set it up,

turn it over to

the Fuller Brothers.

I'm gonna teach them

everything I know.

[Chuckles]

You can take Bobby

Fuller's brain and stick it

in the head of a cat

and that animal

would keel over and die.

Me and Bolger will

do whatever it takes.

Who is paying me back?

I'm working on that,

but you ain't never said

nothing about a time table.

Oh. It has been

over a year, hadn't it?

Yeah. So?

And in all that time,

have you heard me

ask you for a nickel

in all those 12 months?

No, but you and me

both know I've been

selling you at a cut rate.

Ah! So,

now you want me to be nice.

I guess I do.

What the f*** is

wrong with that?

Brady, my people

been kicked out of near

every country on this planet.

My granddaddy

came here because

of the pogroms in Russia.

He traveled

all over the south selling

tchotchkers out of a wagon

because nobody else

wanted the job

of taking a wagon

Jews got good with money

because Christians

didn't wanna touch it!

Now Christians say Jews

got all the money

I wonder how

that happened?

I give nearly every cent

I make to the state of Israel

because Israel is where

we put our foot down.

And we said no more.

We ain't gonna be took

advantage of no more.

I would just like

a little more f***in' time.

You know

what I'd like? I'd

like everybody in the world

to call me a cocksucker

and give me a dollar!

Why's that?

Because that way I'd be rich

and everybody'd love me.

Shaver. Check that peckel.

And if it ain't

got my money,

kill those sons of b*tches.

[Gunshots]

[Suspense music]

Now, Pug.

It ain't gotta go this way.

Oh, bring it on, honey.

When you prick me,

motherf***er, I sure

as sh*t gonna bleed.

Agh. Ah!

Ah!

Agh!

Ugh.

All right, sh*t.

Get the spray paint.

[Suspense music continues]

(male)

Because Jesus is a,

a loving and forgiving God

he don't care where you been.

He don't care what you done.

He just wants

to love ya up.

And wants you

to do the same to him.

You know, he was there

when you was born

and he just wants you

back again before you perish.

He loves you and holds you

and he comforts

you and gives you

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