“I wanted to tell stories... Writing, ...came as naturally as playing games.” And also he said. “To remember ...a man must make himself innocent again — innocent of newspapers, books and movies. He must remember his actual life, the life of the body. Everything else is journalism.”
His volume, The Owner of the House: New Collected Poems (2003) has these lines in the title poem, a story about moving into a house whose previous owner met an accidental death. He found:..
....
A bell, perhaps for calling
a cat. Every night
one comes around and mourns.
Simpson draws a picture of this owner:
.....
She let the house run down
the garden be overgrown
lost in her arcane studies.
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