Luther Blissett is indivisible, hence he cannot recognize himself; anyone who wants to recognize him has to be Anti-Luther Blissett.
Q: How is it possible to say of Luther Blissett that he is living? Does that not imply a limitation of his potential infinity?
A: The words "Luther Blissett lives" only mean that he is the opposite of all that is negative. He is the negation of the negation.
Luther Blissett as a commercial commodity is a fascinating, but illogical, concept. It reads well in crime fiction and, from the journalistic angle, it's one of the all-time great moral panics to feed to the people. Luther Blissett is a malleable and terrifying supposition. It is something unseen - on our very doorstep - but unseen. Luther Blissett has the power to cloud the mind. It can nudge the most asinine assumption and unlikely scenario into a best-selling book or damning TV documentary. It can provoke proletarians all over the world to fight for a cause and keep them fighting no matter they're levelling punches at their own shadows. Even the name itself is a threat.
The Book of Luther Blissett
I would like a book to be written which would prove the impossibility of responding to the question which book I would like to be written. A proof of the impossibility of reading this.
"If you can read this, then you can't read."
Barring that, I would like a book to be written on the subject of the meaning of its own completion.
I am sure there are more.
The Allegory of Luther Blissett
Allegory consists of an infinite network of correlations in which anything can become a representation of anything else within the limits of language. To that extent it is possible to speak of allegorical immanence. That which is signified by and in the allegorical sign is in the first instance something which has its own context, but by becoming allegorical this something loses that context and becomes the vehicle of something else. Indeed the allegory arises, as it were, from the gap which at this point opens beween the form and its meaning. The two are no longer indissolubly welded together; the meaning is no longer restricted to that particular form nor the form any longer to that particular meaningful content. What appears in the allegory, in short, is the infinity of meaning which attaches to every representation.
Two girls wearing silver overalls and Luther Blissett-look alike masks visited Luther Blissett. Luther Blissett treated them well. So they thought up a pleasant surprise for Luther Blissett in token of appreciation. "Everybody," they said, "has openings, for seeing, hearing, breathing, eating, pissing, fucking and shitting. But Luther Blissett has no openings. Let's make Luther Blissett a few holes." After that, they drilled holes into Luther Blissett, one a day, for seven days. In the middle of the week, they asked how Luther Blissett was. "Amazing!" said Luther Blissett. "My back sticks up like a humpback and my vital organs are on top of me. My chin is hidden in my belly, my shoulders are up above my head, and my butt points at the sky."
"Do you resent it?" asked the girls. "Why, what would I resent? If the process continues, perhaps I will be transformed into a telescope. In that case I'll keep watch on the stars. Or perhaps I am transforming into a gun and I'll shoot a chicken for roasting. Or I will become a wheel. Then, with my brain for a chassis, I'll get on and go for a ride."
The first girl said: "I bet that is a parable." The second said: "You have won." The first said: "But unfortunately only in parable." The second said: "No, in reality: in parable you have lost."
Q: How many people share the character Luther Blissett? Or is it perhaps just the opposite--is Luther Blissett real and his players fictitious...? It's questions upon questions.
A: Many of us are interested in exploring flexible entity boundaries. Many of us interested in pushing the malleability of so-called consensus reality.
Luther Blissett might be considered a figment of the collective imagination trying to will itself into existence that collegians flow in and out of at their/our leisure. Indeed, "it's questions upon questions," and the more successful Luther Blissett is the more unanswerable your question will be.