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


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A poem that I imagine is true

December 6th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

The ache of marriage

The ache of marriage:

thigh and tongue, beloved,

are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth

We look for communion

and are turned away, beloved, each and each

It is levianthan and we in its belly

looking for joy, some joy

not to be known outside of it

two by two in the ark of

the ache of it.

– Denise Levertov

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Went to the museum / took a Nap

September 29th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

It was nothing against the Chicago Museum of Contemporary Art, or the art itself, it’s just that there’s one part of the Joseph Cornell exhibit where they’ve put out bean bag chairs on which you are forced to chill and watch the ocean.

Post nap, I played my favorite contemporary art museum game, ‘I could do that.’ For example, coulda done this:

Coulda definitely have done this:

Did this yesterday:

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December 21st, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

We’ve all been abuzz for quite some time over all of this Spiderman the Musical hullaballoo – the most expensive musical in HISTORY, when will it actually open, is it good, etc etc etc, but seriously. Seriously. The actors keep FALLING AND HURTING THEMSELVES. Last night a spidey stunt double fell 20 feet? when his harness just broke. Will this continue until an actor is permanently injured, or dies, for our own amusement? For real you guys. Also reminiscient of an ad I saw for Paula Abdul’s new reality dance show, DANCE TO LIVE!!!!! which sadly makes me think of sick people twirling and bootie shaking in hopes of winning a kidney transplant. YOU KNOW?

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August 23rd, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

Lily and I went today, sure that we would be the only people there, and sure we would have a transcendental experience. Sadly, there were OTHER PEOPLE there. But we still managed to transcend just a little bit, here and there. And now, pictures of my favorite things!

Props from a production of Waiting for Godot in post-Katrina New Orleans:

This gem from an exhibit of all lady-made photographer:

And last but not least, THIS THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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confidence / arrogance

June 14th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


A thing I’ve been thinking about a lot during these assorted meetings: like garlic and olive oil! Like strawberries; banana! Like Hot sauce; Hot sauce! Arrogance, confidence. What is the perfect balance? When does one become the other? To get bra-burny for a moment, I think that with most women, it’s in our nature to apologize for our ideas. Be humble. See me, being like, so yeah, I have this idea for a show, I haven’t really thought about it too much, It’s not that fleshed out, it’s kinda like that other show, I don’t know, I don’t know if anybody would watch it but….here it is. Nice set up, Brunstetter. I hear myself being this way, and decide to adjust, and come in more confidently, knowing what I want to do, and how to articulate this. But: then I sense this vibe from the person I’m talking to of: you have no idea what you’re talking about. I know more than you. I think, ideally, one most be confident, but also open to guidance, which I think I am very of both?

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June 13th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


To me, flowers are flowers. They look and smell nice. But: like anything else, apparently some flowers can be better than others. IN FACT, some people devote their lives to growing perfect ones, and showcasing them at the fair. See this pretty white rose? White rose? Sure. A flower is a flower is a flower, but, you have to agree, there is something kind of spectacular about this one. I wish I could blog you the way it smelled (like flowers, and First Place.)

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May 25th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


Workshopping a play is kind of like – or very like – swimming through the dark, messy swamp of your SOUL. As you get deeper and deeper, as you ‘unpack the scenes’ (like suitcases? I enjoy this image) you come across things you thought were long gone. Not gone, apparently: you just lost the last time you went swamp-diving. You emerge, tired and dirty, smelling of cars and feet and mud, but at least you can say, I touched the bottom, and this makes you sound very cool at parties.

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April 10th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter



Steve and I visited the American Folk Art Museum yesterday, as this is what people who do not have to go to work – do. Right? Right. (We also hit up an all you can eat Indian buffet circa 3 PM and went to see a movie at 5. YES.) I love museums because, for a least a few quiet hours, I am forced or allowed to think about something else. Something I’ve never thought of before. I oftentimes feel like I pretty much have the same 7 thoughts, all the time, and I bore myself.

The great thing about the folk art museum is that it is all pieces by artists who never received formal training, or ‘Outside Artists.’ Yes, I am now an expert. The highlight was definitely the work of Henry Darger:


A Chicago-based recluse. After his death, hundreds of drawings were found in his apartment (warped pictures from children’s coloring books, collections of old ads framed by stamps, massacres of little girls in an eerie-ly beautiful way), bringing him much  posthumus fame – which made me think of posthumus fame, and of a dead person’s space and things being violated and treasured, and how said Dead person would feel about that.

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it’s the circle of life

December 12th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter


Thursday night, super late, on my bleary eyed train ride home, I realized that the guy next to me was looking at the program from my play that I assume he’d just seen. And then I realized that he was a director who’d worked on my play Green  way backs in 07. But I didn’t say anything, as I knew that anything I said would be weird and bumbly, but I sort of just smiled, as it was kind of cool in this Simba on a mountain sort of way.

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