bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

Animal Work

October 7th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Darwin once said, “Intelligence is based on how efficient a species became at doing the things they need to survive” and I might add ‘while waiting for prescription pickups at CVS.’ And so here’s my Mom and I, proving that we DO come from monkeys, and maybe a little bit cats, AND THAT ULTIMATELY WE ALL COME FROM THE SEASONAL AISLES OF DRUG STORES.

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Holly

October 1st, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve been gradually digesting Ken Burn’s Country Music, which is a gorgeous 17 million hour PBS documentary that walks its audience carefully through the evolution of Hillbilly and Bluegrass music, from the 18th century up through the present. On the walk, you hear original recordings of your favorite country songs, you learn things you never knew about US history, and best of all, Merle Haggard tells you his version of all stories. But of all of the talking heads, HOLLY WILLIAMS IS MY FAVORITE. The granddaughter of Hank Williams, she is so connected to his story, his music, so much so that she herself became a musician. You can literally see his face in hers. When she talks about him it’s as if he raised her, like he didn’t OD at age 29, in the back of his own car, before they ever even met. She’s a vibrantly breathing example of how humans persevere through their offspring, and you can hear and feel it in her music. And if she ever wanted to, say, hang out with me, like drink wine with me in a yard overlooking a holler at sunset and learn me about how important it is to stay connected to ones’ roots, to know the stories that made you inside and out, THAT WOULD BE MOST PLEASING.

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Outside In

September 25th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am a quivering ball of wrath and vulnerability these days, BUT AT LEAST THAT BALL IS DRESSING HERSELF LIKE THE INFERTILITY BARBIE THAT NO ONE BOUGHT, with carefully selected outfits to distract myself. Roll up her sleeve to find a cotton ball taped to her arm from her most recent blood draw. Check out her haunches for tiny bruises from shots! Also STOP UNDRESSING HER, YOU FREAK. Looks include:

Playwright on Opening night, with cape like coat to cover swollen haunches which sort of look like misplaced butt implants:

Emmys, or how to respond to innocent questions like how are you? without sobbing but instead shouting things like WHAT? NOTHING I’M FINE I’M WEARING A TUX IT’S FROM ZARA DO YOU NOT KNOW ABOUT ZARA? LET ME TELL YOU ALL ABOUT ZARA

And my favorite: full body soft textured Nordstrom Rack, perfect for a day trip to a mountain lake to escape one’s feelings only to find that one’s feelings are Always There

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Vintage Bekah

September 13th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

2009

Bottled from grapes grown on the side of a dirty Williamsburg building, soaked for years in a four dollar dress from Goodwill

Notes of Bangs, Saturn Returning, Capri Cigarettes, Morning Star burgers, Gummy Bear aftertaste

Pairs well with Gladiator Sandals and Finding Yourself, BUT REALLY YOU CAN DRINK IT WITH ANYTHING, just make sure you drink it or it’ll wonder if you’re mad at it for something it said but doesn’t remember saying

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Bekah’s Book Club

September 7th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

At the urging of three separate friends, I started reading this INDEED VERY PAINFULLY BEAUTIFUL book, about the coming of age of a mysterious girl who lives in the Marsh on the North Carolina coast. It’s the kind of book that makes me all day Can’t Wait to go to bed, so I can read it. Not only is it just a great story, it checks two huge Bekah’s Book Club boxes for me, things that I always look for in literature that I might read again, recommend to friends:

1.) Incredibly detailed descriptions of how thin the main girl character is and how strong and skinny she is and how small and firm her breasts are and how ‘taut’ her skin is and how flat her stomach is and how puberty happened like an accident and now her hair is down to her butt and she could wear it like a dress around her taut skin, if she wanted

2.) EQUALLY DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF WHAT THE CHARACTER EATS FOR EVERY MEAL, LOTS OF REFERENCES TO CORN BREAD COOLING ON THE STOVE, FRIED CHICKEN, BLACKBERRY COBBLER WITH HARD CREAM; followed immediately by more descriptions of how taut said character still is

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Cause then I’m gonna get a Cocktail

September 5th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

For the last few months, I’ve been absorbing music as either For the Oklahoma TV show, or NOT for the Oklahoma TV show, and mostly what I’m learning is that ALL MUSIC SHOULD BE WRITTEN BY JOHN PRINE, and should be exact if not near replicas of his song, When I get to Heaven: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0EiV423j0M

ie. all music should demand it be danced to, all lyrics should blend both big and small words, all songs should ask big questions in the most quotidian of ways AM I MUSIC JOURNALIST YET?

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I’m just a Girl

September 1st, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Standing in front of a boy

Who is technically her husband, at a Food Festival slash Fair

asking him to love her

and by love her I mean GENTLY DEMANDING THAT HE WIN HER A STUFFED ANIMAL AND HAND IT TO HER CEREMONIOUSLY, AS SHE ALWAYS DREAMT WOULD HAPPEN, MOSTLY IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, BUT PERHAPS THIS DREAM LINGERED WELL UNTIL HER EARLY 30’s, UNTIL SHE MET THE BOY

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HOW TO MAKE ME SOB

August 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m still sorting out why — and surely it has something to do with vulnerability — but NOTHING MAKES ME SADDER / SQUISHIER THAN A SAD OLD MAN. NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING. If he’s sad in a way he will never be able to fully articulate — EVEN SADDER. So me on an airplane watching 89 Year Old Clint Eastwood in what his maybe his last big movie (maybe), The Mule, watching him grow flowers and Not Connect but then Connect with his estranged family — I AM PUDDLE ON THE GROUND OF PLANE, SEEPING SLOWLY BACK TOWARDS THE BATHROOMS.

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Find it, and Look at it

August 28th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

What is the word for when a writer remembers a quote from something written and it inspires them, but the quote is from something that they themselves wrote? OH RIGHT, NARCISSISM. I keep thinking about these lines from my play The Oregon Trail, in which a young girl is VERY BEGRUDGINGLY traveling cross-country with her sister and Dad.

MARY ANNE: C’mon Jane. Look at the bright side.

JANE: I’m tryin ta. But I just don’t see it.

CLANCY: Find it and look at it.

I keep shouting this at myself in my head. Whenever I feel myself start to drop into anything like self-pity, which sometimes feels like a hot tub full of gummy bears, a warm place I’d like to be. Look at the bright side. Keep turning the thing around or wandering around it until you find it. FIND IT, AND LOOK AT IT.

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Lunch as Person

August 26th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m sharing a house in beautiful Rhinebeck, New York for the week with my A.D. 16 (teenage Mary Magdalene and Jesus musical) collaborators, director Stephen and composer / lyricist Cinco. We’ve got a week to talk about our project and TRY NOT TO GET LYME DISEASE. These theater development things are always part drama play, PART CHECKING EACH OTHER FOR TICKS, and part social experiment in which completely grown adults are forced to see each other in their Pajamas, observe each other’s odd at home habits and food ticks (AHHH TICKS). As we develop our project, we learn about each other as humans. I would like to here highlight our lunches, so that you might understand us more, as people.

. Cinco’s seven year old boy lunch (note: he is the oldest of all of us, by some years):

My fat kid body issues sausage kale egg scramble:

STEPHEN’S BEAUTIFULLY CRAFTED AND PLATED SPREAD OF SOFT AND HARD CHEESES, SOPRASATA, DRIED OLIVES AND SUMMER TOMATO SALAD:

I FEEL LIKE YOU GET US NOW.

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