It’s enough to be in stark places like the Badlands,
to be alone awhile in a place
where all I can hear is the lonely wind blowing,
where all I can see is the earth
stretching all around me
into the far distant mountains.
I look up into the wide embrace of the endless night.
Life sings to me again,
and I know I am not lost.
Is Every Generation
In A Moveable Feast, published after Hemingway's and Gertrude Stein's deaths,
Hemingway claims that Stein heard the phrase from a garage owner who serviced Stein's car.
When a young mechanic failed to repair the car quickly enough, the garage owner shouted at the boy,
"You are all a "génération perdue."
Stein, in telling Hemingway the story, added,
"That is what you are. That's what you all are ...
all of you young people who served in the war.
You are a lost generation."
'Lost means not vanished
but disoriented, wandering, directionless—
a recognition that there was great confusion and aimlessness
among the war's survivors in the early post-war years.
But look around you.
Do you not see in the eyes of those around you confusion and aimlessness?
No matter the era, photos from those times reveal "lost" eyes of not just the young
but the old as well.
Look at history:
those in power in whatever form seem to have lost their moral compass.
What Do You Think?