Finders Keepers: Mary Shelley’s Post


By News & Resources Editor Martin Elwell. Send me your found poetry news.

I’ve stumbled upon Mary Shelley several times this week, so I thought I would write a post with a Mary Shelley theme. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Frankenstein’s monster is really just a remix or a collage. Think about it…

Literary Potluck

Would you go for Allen Ginsberg’s cold vegetarian borscht or Mary Shelley’s kale?

Before kale was the superfood we massaged, blended, and blogged about, it was simply Mary Shelley’s favorite veggie. Since her husband, the poet Percy, had such bad eating habits—sometimes he’d work so hard he’d forget to eat—Mary kept a well-stocked garden so the bard would get his greens.

Frankenstein’s Erasure

FrankensteinBook1FPR friend and contributor Ed Bremson recently published his collection of erasures created from Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. Grab a copy here.

In this book of poetry, Ed Bremson erases all the bad stuff from Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. Who knew that so many cheerful short poems were hiding in those ugly, frightening pages, just waiting to be found?


This one is just for fun. I think Gene Wilder is my favorite Dr. Frankenstein.

Abby….Abby who?…Abby Normal.


1 Comment

  • November 10, 2014

    Lewis Oakwood

    A poem from 1981. After reading Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein.


    These Burning Miseries

    Mary Shelly’s patchwork of dream
    seemed to set a crucible of distortion,
    /a bitter-clothed abstraction/
    fatherland had gone, motherland had gone.

    Mary Shelly’s patchwork of monster
    seemed to be a celebration of wretchedness,
    /a wayfarer-swept distraction/
    identity had gone, identification had gone.

    “Soon these burning miseries will be extinct”
    and lost in day and ditty.