I try to be amused…
When troubles arise, better people have a line of poetry to soothe the moment. Primitive that I am, I default to: “I used to be disgusted, now I try to be amused.”
It’s the intro to “Red Shoes,” a long-forgotten Elvis Costello song about a bad break-up. He considers ending it all. But instead he tries, not altogether convincingly, to be amused.
Profound? No. Poetic? Helpful? Not really. But when it comes to public affairs and rank culture, it can help.
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