The Death of Francis Bacon Quotes

“Show me how this mess steps aside and lets you
make a perfect surface of unbroken colour.”
― Max Porter, The Death of Francis Bacon

“Last sight isn’t human after all, is pure throb
colour on the heart inside. Get some distance, stand back, six feet, no glass,
no label, no price list, no body, no gallerist.”
― Max Porter, The Death of Francis Bacon

“I’ve been lost a bit. It’s just dying, finally. Pity me, up and lead the dance of fate.”
― Max Porter, The Death of Francis Bacon

“I’m not happy.
Paying actors. Posing. Less and less surprised by
light.”
― Max Porter, The Death of Francis Bacon

“Racing green, dated green, belatedly I worked
out how to dilute the paste and fill the cut-circle
space with it: green.”
― Max Porter, The Death of Francis Bacon

“Anyway, anything but Bacon, por favor. Torment.
I am ever so sick of myself.”
― Max Porter, The Death of Francis Bacon

“pretending it confronted death
when all it did was illustrate again and again a
lazy fear of it.”
― Max Porter, The Death of Francis Bacon

“Nice familiar weight at the foot
of the bed, the sort of fever guest weight, aunt
or mother, nurse, or the after-fuck check-up, to
tuck me in, still a little whiff of hurt in the room,
of procedures. Rather wonderful actually, to
be reminded of childhood sickness and post-
coital exhaustion in the same second. Rather
comforting. Close.”
― Max Porter, The Death of Francis Bacon