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We guess that your reading this means that you survived Monday. Good! We started you off slowly, and without much vigor, so let's see if we can step things up a bit tonight. We have kink, espionage, and poetry. What more could a Phillyist reader ask for?

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“Can a computer game make you cry?”

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Once upon a time, there was this guy named John Carroll running things around here. A little over a year ago, he abdicated his throne and fled to parts unknown.

Spoken word is usually not for us. Quality artists are few and far between, with most seeming to be about performing, rather than the words themselves. The artists add weight to dull selections through tone and inflection, but left alone on the page, their words become tepid.

Phillyist is happy to welcome Erin Gautsche into the fray. Erin is currently the Program Coordinator at the Kelly Writers House, thus making her the former boss of Editor Jill. (Oh, how the tables have turned!) Erin joins the staff to cover local food, local beauty, and general local quirkiness, from a place of prestige on Miss Martha Graham Cracker's Top Eight.

, to coincide with the publishing of the text of his original draft scroll (yep, you heard us: scroll). Well, that reading begins today at 4:00 p.m. and will continue to midnight or later: they won't stop till the whole book has been read. The Writers House promises live jazz music and foods mentioned in the novel (no Benzedrine though—sorry!), and readers of the scroll will include local literary luminaries, Writers House employees and volunteers, and, ehem, this Phillyist. (She's reading at 8:00 p.m., if you're trying to avoid her.)

On Thursday, January 25, the Kelly Writers House will be celebrating the 50th anniversary of the publication of Jack Kerouac's with a marathon reading of the full text of the book. Readers will include local literary luminaries (say that three times fast!), as well as folks affiliated with the House. But, here's where you can come in:

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There was nothing else. A blanket of slate clouds shrouded the sun and blue sky. The misty fog which enveloped Lincoln Financial Field veiled most of the already irrelevant outside world. For those fans like myself sitting in the lower levels, not even the parking lot or other newly constructed sporting venues were visible. There was just this. No worrying about grocery shopping; no fantasizing of love interests; no wallowing in thoughts of returning to work the following morning. None of that mattered to those who had convened upon the stone sanctuary at 3501 South Broad Street. It would be sacrilegious for disciples of the Eagles to divert even an ounce of energy away from the game.

To Whom it May Concern: We’d like to tell you a little about our friend and fellow contributor, “Phillial” columnist Jessica Haralson. As we’ve mentioned before, Jessica co-edits a little publication called Quake. Although Quake isn’t the first magazine of its kind, it is the first literary erotica magazine at Penn. Jessica got some great press last month from Philadelphia Weekly, and two weeks ago, the magazine’s first print issue arrived. Of course – and...

We know, we know. You're sick of The Raven, and your tell-tale heart wants Halloween poetry with more substance than black cats and mysterious floorboards. Never fear: Phillyist knows that you want literary without the Anne Rice bullshit (her conversion to write "for the Lord" aside). And, like us, you also want free food that doesn't taste like the Philly Diner.

We've pimped them before and we'll pimp them again: the Quake kids, led by our very own Jessica Haralson, are hosting a preview party this evening for the first issue of their new erotic literary magazine, the first of its kind at Penn. The magazine follows in the footsteps of Harvard's infamous H-Bomb and Boston University's Boink (read an interview with Boink co-founder Christopher Anderson at Bostonist).

Unless you've been living under a mossy literary rock, you've probably heard that this week is The 215 Festival, Philly's very own homegrown tribute to damn good writing. If you have been living under a mossy literary rock, we feel sorry for you because that kinda sucks.