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

lie there and think about yourself

September 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Maybe I’m doing it wrong, but I don’t like the part at the end of yoga where you’re supposed to ‘lie there and think about yourself, and only yourself.’ All I ever do is think about myself. I am, in fact,  sick of thinking about myself. Whenever the instructor tells me to do this, I just lie there and think about all of the ways in which I spend too much time thinking about myself, and by the time the class ends, I am so weighed down by my own narcissism that I can barely move. Maybe instead, I’ll lay there and think about other people. Maybe for me, savasana should be FORGETTING I EVEN EXIST.

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fragility

September 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Do you ever feel like it’s sort of pointless to spend time building and cultivating and perfecting a physical home, because the Weather is a sometimes benevolent but oftentimes vengeful, irrational beast that we have no control over and so maybe it’s better to spend time and money and resources on constructing strength of CHARACTER to endure whatever disasters the Weather create,  instead of walls and ceilings and stairs? NO?  JUST ME? OKAY I’LL JUST SIT HERE ALONE AND FEEL THAT

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Light

September 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on (wo)man’s search for meaning, I can’t stop thinking about this NYT picture of some people in Houston taking in vibrant sunlight for the first time in days:

Just as we all paused life and watched the eclipse a few weeks back, here are these people, rejoicing in a vast, shared thing. I’m not going to go as far as to say that perhaps God sent Harvey to humble us, and bring us together, but, okay, yes. MAYBE DID GOD SEND HARVEY TO HUMBLE US AND BRING US TOGETHER?   I acknowledge that this is a dangerous statement, as surely, most of the people who lost their homes in the floods were already humbled, already together. They did not need to lose their worldly belongings to be reminded of what they already knew. And It’s not lost on me that the flooding affected already poverty stricken, black and latino communities, and there are definitely other communities who are in greater need of being humbled. But still, I want it to be more than just wind forming over an ocean. I want it to have meant something. It’s not my job to determined said meaning, as I was not affected by the storm, but I can’t help but try. I just might look at this picture until it find it.

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the antidote to everything

August 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Niece nugget nibling Olivia Grace is 6 months into her life in this DROWNING COUNTRY THAT IS HELL BENT ON DESTROYING ITSELF.

But sweet Livy is unaware. She is too busy deciding whether or not she likes sweet potatoes and finding her toes, her brain and heart forming, because life, the great unifier, persists, despite everything. It’s life that gets strangers to form a human chain to rescue an old man out of his car as it’s been swallowed by flood water, and it’s life that gets people to open up their homes and stop each other’s bleeding with their own clothes. So, I don’t know. Maybe it’s life  that somehow, someday, stops the missiles, or bridges the divide? I don’t know, Livy. You tell me. But first: Grow.

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cake eat cake world

August 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

While the Cake here has closed, I am doing some rewrites for the next production of the Cake, and also at work we are talking about a story involving a Cake  (SERIOUSLY: NOT EVEN MY PITCH) and so I think I will now just accept the fact that my life is no longer a life, it is actually a Cake. Air is Cake. Cake is chair. Chair Cake. Cake life. JE CAKE.

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GET OUTTA MY HEAD, CAR!

June 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

OH NOTHING, JUST MY CAR  RANDOMLY SELECTING TO PLAY MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SONG ON MY DRIVE TO WORK THIS MORNING, GIVING ME THE ULTIMATE SHOT OF OPTIMISM AND POSITIVITY WHICH I SO BADLY NEEDED,  CONFIRMING THAT LIFE IS GREAT AND ALSO OUR CARS KNOW US BETTER THAN WE KNOW OURSELVES AND ALSO I GUESS LISTEN TO US AND SENSE OUR FEELINGS SO I GUESS WE SHOULD BE SCARED BECAUSE THE FUTURE

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I would like to not thank the Academy

June 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Fox graciously and generously got all of the This is Us writers memberships with the Television Academy, which at first makes one feel quite lucky and fancy, but then, THE BOXES START TO COME.

As a TV academy member / Emmy voter, basically every single show and every single network sends you a highly flammable box containing DVDs of their shows, ALL OF WHICH ARE AVAILABLE ONLINE, and yet, they still send the boxes.  Clearly so much thought and care has gone into the design and presentation of them, and it all just makes you so sad for the people who put so much time and energy into the making of them because you have no time to even open them or watch them because you are too busy making other TVs, and it all just feels so very wasteful and looking at the stacks of them makes you question not only your own time management, but also the entire world, the people in it, and the peoples’ relationships to the that world’s resources. WHAT ARE THINGS? WHAT IS TIME?

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carrots hugging

June 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on rabbit holes to venture down during lunch while shoving a salad into your face: CARROTS DOING HUMAN TYPE THINGS.

OKAY GOOD LUCK FINDING YOUR WAY OUT

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how to know you’re ready

May 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

1.) I fully acknowledge that there is really no such thing as ‘ready to have a baby.’

2.) WE ARE NOT YET TRYING TO HAVE A BABY, JUST IN THE BEGINNING STAGES OF PONDERING AND THEORIZING.

3.) For me, one big reason I know (think?) I’m ready for kids is that I am sick, just so very sick, of the spin cycle of my own head. I feel like I’ve been thinking and saying and agonizing and worrying over the THE SAME THINGS with very little change for forever. I am sick of hearing myself. I’m sick of my patterns. I am so ready to at least slide them into second place.

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Light Reignfall

May 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today I patroned Light Reignfall, a temporary light exhibit / perceptual cell at LACMA, described by the artist James Turrell as  ’an intense experience….that reveals the multidimensional power of light and the complexities of the human eye.’ The participant selects either hard or soft light, and I selected hard so as to not be perceived a wuss.  It’s meditative and trippy and momentarily terrifying. I think that ‘Light Reignfall’ is a pretty apt name for the experience,  but also might suggest “time to lay in an acid globe and watch strobe lights until your eyeballs start to actually spasm and you start to wonder if perhaps the epilepsy your big brother had as a child is genetic  Oh wait now it’s sort of softening a bit this is nice it’s almost like getting to first base with the space time continuum OH LORD THERE GO THE SEIZURE LIGHTS AGAIN, IS THIS EARTH? WHAT IS TIME?!” Which would of course be much harder to print on a ticket.

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