An entry from A Writer’s Diary by Toby Litt, published by Galley Beggar Press on 1 January 2023 4 January Mittwoch Other things are happening or being done which I’m not always mentioning. I travel around the city in which I live on public transport, usually the top deck of a bus or the […]
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A Writer’s Diary #6
An entry from A Writer’s Diary by Toby Litt, published by Galley Beggar Press on 1 January 2023 3 January Dienstag Behind me I’m starting to wonder whether art – music especially – isn’t divided up, completely down the middle, into stuff for the well and stuff for the ill. What I mean is, […]
A Writer’s Diary #5
An entry from A Writer’s Diary by Toby Litt, published by Galley Beggar Press on 1 January 2023 2 January Montag Except when I’m doing zazen, I most note my breathing when I’m yawning. Why did I think of Howard Hodgkin just then? I don’t consciously control my in-breaths and out-breaths when I’m at […]
A Writer’s Diary #4
An entry from A Writer’s Diary by Toby Litt, published by Galley Beggar Press on 1 January 2023 1 January Sontag Cocooning. Marbled endpapers enclose me – I am intended to be read on a table of oak, by sunlight falling through ash trees. From a room two rooms away, someone I love plays […]
A Writer’s Diary #3
An entry from A Writer’s Diary by Toby Litt, published by Galley Beggar Press on 1 January 2023 31 December Samstag Black fluff wft. Where does it come from? Those small smudges of darkness on the carpet? Our clothes are all old, and surely have finished moulting some time ago. I see half a […]
A Writer’s Diary #2
An entry from A Writer’s Diary by Toby Litt, published by Galley Beggar Press on 1 January 2023 30 December Freitag I’ve been destroyed by pop. (It’s a damp day outside, clouds forming between tree branches.) What I mean is, if I’d never known what ‘catchy’ was – if I’d never taken in the […]
A Writer’s Diary #1
An entry from A Writer’s Diary by Toby Litt, published by Galley Beggar Press on 1 January 2023 29 December Donnerstag Yesterday I looked back through what I’ve written in this diary. Some of it, I’ve no clue where it came from; some pages contain chunks of stuff I write repeatedly – close to […]
