Hi to all of you!
Here are some interesting things i`ve watched lately
- "Little Britain" the comedy show-----> check some clips on the BBC website [link]
- i guess most of you have seen the movie "Ghost world", so this is a theme from the movie---->[link] (the song rules! )

by Sylvia Plath

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.

The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry

Took its place among the elements.



Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.

In a drafty museum, your nakedness

Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.



I'm no more your mother

Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow

Effacement at the wind's hand.



All night your moth-breath

Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:

A far sea moves in my ear.



One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral

In my Victorian nightgown.

Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square



Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try

Your handful of notes;

The clear vowels rise like balloons.

A song about BIRTH- to all of you

...
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1935 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

---This is a part that i like the most from Allen Ginsberg's poem "America" .