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Columbina on the Outskirts
My mind is pure
Of heart
I escape my alias
On the back of a mule
A stiff glittering thread running
Through it
Beyond danger
The desert being anywhere
Where nothing is
I have often been
Stolen from
Columbina on the Outskirts
The landscape doesn’t change
It dreams to stay the same
Hell
Love makes you believe in hell
You have long red hair like hell
I love you like Nicole Kidman
Hell leaves you everywhere
Hungry desperate and dead
In a black Buick
With four five hands
Behind your back
A Bohemia of distance
Across the tiny garnet flowers
And everything slow moving
Walking after Watching Fritz Lang’s Metropolis
One way of living is mercy
A movielike beauty
Made of hand-drawn eyes
Many times you’re in a place
Where you don’t want to be
No one comes out of their grave
You will go your whole life
Without seeing it
Everyone has thought of something
In the afternoon
I have made myself ugly
Exactitude is cruelty
Whim satisfies endlessly
We are going to hell
For reading this
Before bed
Men are playing chess in the park
Fathers are notoriously hard to forgive
Chess is a great muscle
Against the
“What is the future?” question
It’s hard to do just one thing
To sing exactly
What you are
In the tension of the morning
Commute a clean sexual energy
Comes through in the details
The demonic finalist
Of material culture
Is love
There is paraphernalia of life
All over
A woman
Endnote
In the foggy origins of Carnival, the possible genesis of the commedia dell’arte, thinkers like James Frazer and Mikhail Bakhtin discovered echoes of the Roman festival Saturnalia. Saturnalia honored Saturn, god of seed-sowing and time, in a week-long celebration of hierarchy inversion and moral freedom. All work and business were suspended, masters waited on slaves, public gambling was permitted, and a mock king was appointed by lot to preside over the festivities.
Columbina is the young, cunning servant girl in the commedia stock cast. Scholars sometimes regard the anglicized “Columbina” spelling as a distortion of the original “Colombina.” And so when Rudlin and Crick write “certainly not ‘Columbina’—who never existed anywhere,” they conjure two things: the disfavored spelling, and a sense of disappearance in the figure herself.
A source whose origin is unresolved remains inexhaustible. Saturnalia was itself origin-seeking, conjuring a mythic age of innocence and spontaneous bounty under the rule of Saturn. It was also statecraft, a social safety valve. The comedy of Saturnalia is a melancholy memory-image: the slightness, revealed in exception, of an unforeclosed possibility of liberation.
Commedia dell’arte imagery has often been revived. The eighteenth-century painter Jean-Antoine Watteau famously reanimated commedia tropes in the Rococo period. Of Watteau, Walter Pater wrote, “He was always a seeker after something in the world, that is there in no satisfying measure, or not at all.”
Leah Flax Barber is the author of The Mirror of Simple Souls, forthcoming May 2025 from Winter Editions. She is a Rubenstein Scholar at the University of Chicago Law school and lives in Chicago.