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

flowers?

June 13th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

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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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A VERY POWERFUL METAPHOR

May 25th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

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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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art?

April 10th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

ART!

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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:

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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

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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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bekah: a prism?

November 23rd, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Do pardon me while I get all ‘art theory’ (?) up in this piece. My friend Cassie (see: awesome in Oohrah!) saw Mine this weekend and had a really interesting comment that I keep thinking about: she said that watching my plays is like being inside of a prism? In a way? In that way that you are inside of the thing, and your Self is reflected back to you, as is me (the writer), as is the character. So something like: my plays are one part myself, one part the person I have invented, and one part the viewer. Which, I think, is one of the best thing anyone’s ever said about my plays, and I might try to adhere to this recipe, going forward.

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Edelweiss

September 21st, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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I forgot for a minute how much I LOVE this song (it reminds me of my Mom, and other assorted pretty things) – so last night I downloaded like 4 different versions of it (The Captain, Maria’s reprise, a few instrumentals, a sassy Harry Connick Jr cover) and listened to them over and over.

And then also over.

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…..Poetry?

September 17th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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My buddy Isaac asked me to write a ‘Bekah poem’ to be read at his wedding Saturday on a ranch in Austin (congrats, babies! I wish I was there! Eating BBQ! Petting peacocks! and Goats?)….and I think I officially no longer ‘got it.’ Not like I ever really ‘had it.’ I really think that I no longer know how to write a poem. Merde! I used to write them constantly.

Middle school, In my velour journal covered with the moon and stars, all sorts of profundity. It like RHYMED, too. All sorts of really significant stuff involving boys I liked, musings on the purpose of the sun, and you know, my soul, and stuff. And, cats? oppression? camping trips? Church pews? I then went and studied it at UNC and poetry was a HUGE part of my first plays. I used to accuse myself of forcing my characters to be robots for my poetry.

But I think this got beat out of me in grad school, in a good way. And now it’s so far gone, by brain no longer works like it used to. I think poetry or the urge to write a poem comes from having all the time in the world. At least for me. It’s lazier,  it’s dreamier, it stems from wallowing and wandering. I really hope that I at some point in my life earn the right to slow down. At which point, I will write sequels to all of the olds. ‘My Soul, pt. 2.’ ‘He Looked at me, Pt 11.’ ‘Why won’t he look at Me?, cont’d.’ And of course – ‘Cats for Sale, a Memory.’ To answer your original question, yes: I am a Genius.

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…and Brunstetter!

June 25th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

Announce! Announce!

http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/06/24/new-plays-by-mamet-shepard-at-atlantic-theater-company/

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naked radio!

June 13th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

 Hearken! I’m so stoked to be a part of this new thing, Naked Radio, that Naked Angels is starting. Naked Angels has been around for forever, is totally rad, and was started by a bunch of my professors from grad school, so I am extra proud to get involved as a playwright person.  New Artistic Director Andy Donald is starting Naked Radio as sort of an incubator of new ideas, and a way for the company to stay active. Our ideas for the show thusfar are so secret I can’t even utter than here, though I will say ‘racism’ (the good kind)  and ‘product placement’ and ‘David Schwimmer.’ Perhaps. The Times had a little something to say about it today. Read here!

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May 7th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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