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

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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Excavation

August 24th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes when I’m buckled into the belly of a metal beast shaking violently at thirty six thousand feet above Kansas, I like to dig through my computer and find old things I wrote and try and remember when and why I wrote them. I’m guessing the below Gem is circa 2005 and because I saw a boy with a rat tail getting out of Van and because I had recently moved to NYC to study playwriting and was lonely and longing to Be Seen AND WAS THEREFORE DUTY BOUND TO BECOME A DARK AND BROODING PERSON. ENJOY!

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THIS CAT, THO

August 22nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

You’re not a Cat person, you say. You’re not an Animal Person even, you say. BUT THEN I ASK YOU: ARE YOU IN FACT A PERSON AT ALL? AND I ALSO ASK YOU: HAVE YOU NEVER HAD YOUR SOUL EXAMINED BY A CREATURE WHO HEARD YOUR WORRY AND SAD FROM ACROSS THE HOUSE AND EMERGED SOFTLY AS IF UNBEKNOWNST TO YOU, YOUR HEART CALLED TO HIM AND HE LITERALLY PUTS HIS HANDPAWS ON YOU AS IF TO SAY, I AM HERE, AND NO I DO NOT CONTROL THE UNIVERSE BUT JUST KNOW THESE SIMPLE FACTS: I EXIST, AND YOU ARE FINE?

CLEARLY YOU HAVE NOT

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These Biscuits

August 16th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

FLEW 2,367 MILES CROSS COUNTRY TO SEE THIS BISCUIT

WAS ALSO EQUALLY INTERESTED IN EATING THE OTHER BISCUIT, PICTURED IN FRONT OF HER 💛

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Quiet Area

August 7th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

To the woman sitting at the table next to me SHOUTING AT AN AIRLINE ON HER PHONE, please note the carefully placed decorative wood blocks that remind us (you) that one comes to Ojai for quietude and reflection and presentness, and that the ONLY PERMITTED LOUD THING IS MY TRANQUILITY POOL OUTFIT.

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America is a Gun

August 5th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

England is a cup of tea.
France, a wheel of ripened brie.
Greece, a short, squat olive tree.
America is a gun.

Brazil is football on the sand.
Argentina, Maradona’s hand.
Germany, an oompah band.
America is a gun.

Holland is a wooden shoe.
Hungary, a goulash stew.
Australia, a kangaroo.
America is a gun.

Japan is a thermal spring.
Scotland is a highland fling.
Oh, better to be anything
than America as a gun.

– Brian Bilston

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Even the Cows

July 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Beaver County, Oklahoma. The owner of a beautiful cattle ranch drives me around, showing me the ropes, literally ropes and prairie dogs and fences and SO MANY BEAUTIFUL COWS. We come upon the first part of the herd. They are gentle and almost sleepy looking and approach us, curiously.

Owner: so yeah! All of the cows are about three months pregnant.

Me:….what?

Owner: this is a breeding ranch!

Me: So….all of those cows are pregnant.

Owner: that’s right!

Me: AM I PREGNANT?

Owner: I don’t know, are you?

Me: AM I COW?

Owner: I don’t…..

Me: *LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY / RUNS INTO AND BECOMES COW*

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THIS LAND WAS THEIRRRR LAND

July 26th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

THIS LAND WAS NOT OURRRR LAND

Bless you Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City For this striking image. Traveling all over Oklahoma for the next week, researching the Oklahoma! Musical TV show (WHAT EVEN? I DON’T KNOW) that I’ve been contracted to develop. Hoping to absorb the state so I can capture it truthfully. SO MUCH TO LEARN / SOMETHING CALLED AN ONION BURGER TO EAT

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BLOGSTREET’S BACK; ALRIGHT

July 23rd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

DEAR THE FIVE PEOPLE WHO NOTICED MY BLOG WAS DOWN FOR SIX WHOLE DAYS: ‘DATABASE ISSUES (?) HAVE BEEN RESOLVED, and my low grade panic that ensues when I have nowhere to put my thoughts and questions like Why is it called a pretzel and what actually are boobs HAS SUBSIDED. Usually when my blog is down, I spiral with the free fall of not mattering, I feel like my brain is seeping through my ears and there’s nothing to catch it. But I’m proud to announce that this time, I did not fully panic, as I normally do, but tried things like ‘living in world’ and ‘not worrying that I don’t exist if I don’t blog.’ There is nothing profound about this space, nothing revolutionary, but its where I put myself, every day, or every other day. It’s where my brain lives. When it’s gone it’s like all mirrors loose their reflection. Thank you, 5 people, for your panicked texts, and for reading, for looking at me. Here’s to twelve more years, and then twelve more even, when blogs live inside of our Eyes.

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POWER MOVE

July 18th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

WALKIN’ INTO THIS PITCH MEETING WITH A BROKEN SHOE LIKE ‘I DON’T GIVE AN F THAT MY SHOE IS BROKEN’ AND INVITING QUESTIONS LIKE ‘WHAT’S HER DEAL, CAN SHE NOT AFFORD SHOES?’ AND ‘DOES SHE BUY ALL OF HER SHOES FROM INSTAGRAM ADS?’ AND RESPONDING TO THIS QUESTION WITH WORDS LIKE ‘YES’ AND ‘FO SHO’ AND ‘WHERE ELSE DOES ONE BUY SHOES?’

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