Christopher Higgs

                Somebody asked me if I was Christopher Higgs on Forumspring. I stated “Yes, I’m whoever you want me to be, baby”. I stand by that answer. If you’d like, go there now and ask me who I am. I’m flattered by any and all questions. Besides, I do not get many questions on there, so feel free to ‘go nuts’. I mean, I’m no Bebe Zeva, she gets tons of questions. Myself, I’m lucky if I get two a month. Perhaps I should go into fashion. 

                Christopher Higgs, that name stuck with me for reasons I unfortunately cannot disclose. The web presence of Christopher Higgs is impressive. Born 1978 in Kansas he has travelled the world, wrote stuff, and gotten married. It seems like Christopher has it all figured out. Then there’s his beard. Mr. Higgs’ beard is what all men dream their beards could look like. Personality and macho-ness are rolled into one with this legendary, luxurious item. Take a look at it. Get jealous. 

                Art in America talks about Christopher’s great web presence. Regarding ‘Bright Stupid Confetti’ they say “…one of the more innovative and quixotic curated art websites in the blogosphere…” I hope to achieve this same honor, of endlessly updating my blog and being very quixotic. Looking through the gallery I see all sorts of wonderful things, writing about noise, a headless guy listening to Hella, photographs, abstract art, some apple with ants on it, and the beautiful Charlotte Young. I want to go over all of it; however, it is more fun to check it out.

                That’s not all! Besides his blog/art gallery, he maintains his own web presence. Why does he do it? Well, he has a book to sell, entitled “The Complete Works of Marvin K. Mooney”. In this book, Marvin K. Mooney goes to the moon to assassinate Harvey Lee Oswald before he takes out the moon President and the United States of Moon is thrown into violent upheaval. Marvin K. Mooney is a struggling writer living in California fucking mad bitches. By going to the moon, Marvin tries to balance out his horrible, depraved life by killing Harvey Lee Oswald, a disgruntled taxidermist. Critics love the book. Mention it at cocktail parties to impress your literary friends. Huffington Post says “a playful tender” while Blake Butler simply states “seems…via form…relaying…doing so…as…so expressly begged…” Not to be outdone, Darby Larson writes “…piece of work”. 

                Yes, Christopher has quite the web presence. He writes at HTML Giant, one of the most prestigious literary blogs known to internet kind. Famous writers have interviewed him, such as Sam Pink, Noah Cicero, and the guy behind Happy Dog Mom Lit, Ken Baumann. In his spare time he writes poems at Lamination Colony and listens to weird ass modern classical music. Some of his poems are brilliant. “Family Story #33” puts my infinite weirdness to shame. In it, Mr. Higgs goes totally bonkers. It is wonderful. Read it here.

                To that person who thought I was Christopher Higgs I say: Thank you. To be compared with a literary genius like Christopher Higgs is high praise indeed. While I am nowhere near Mr. Higgs’ level of fucked-up weirdness, I do strive for it.