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

oh, honey

May 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I get older, I become more and more aware of things like time, consequences,  and all of the stuff from the grocery store that I am supposed to put on my face so as to keep my skin looking young. Apparently one of these things is honey, and also greek yogurt, so just basically you put your breakfast on your face and then just let it slide off into your lap and then you know, just go from there. The best part of imagining putting honey all over my face is the fact that IT’S BEE VOMIT, which I always forget. Please, every time you drip it into your tea / rub it on your face / gently lather it over just toast, REMEMBER THAT IT’S PUKE.

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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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those who can’t sing / write and stare

May 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


First I loved writing stories, then poems, then plays, then movies, then TV, then emails to high schoolers who just discovered they love plays, then the occasional succinct note in Morrison’s lunch, but most recently: MUSICALS. I’m currently working on a few, workshopping one in NYC then week, and it my NEW FAVORITE THING.  I would give multiple limbs for any sort of musical talent, so writing the book for one is a way to be a part of it without reading sheet music or having vocal vibrato ever at all. It’s the most fun. It’s not easy, as the book must elegantly support the song and never draw too much attention to itself, but it’s my new favorite thing to attempt to master. THOSE WHO CAN’T SING WRITE THE BOOK AND STARE IN AWE AT THE ACTORS AS THEY SING LIKE VERY HIP ANGELS AND LIFT US ALL UP FROM OUR EARTHLY PROBLEMS AND INTO THE AIR.

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layers of Irony

May 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

While I’m an upstanding member of the Writer’s Guild, I can’t say for sure whether or not I actually know the definition of irony, but LET’S TRY and also WHO DOES?  For the past few months, especially weeks, there’s been a tonnage of anxiety about whether or not there would be a WGA strike come May 1st. In the weeks leading up to the potential strike, I found that I actually had no brain or emotional space to worry, as I was too busy re-writing a movie based on The Secret. I gave pretty much NONE mental energy to the strike, and in fact, I convinced myself it wouldn’t happen. CUT TO 1 AM LAST NIGHT, when the WGA negotiators reached a tentative agreement with the Producers. No Strike. DID I JUST IN FACT USE THE SECRET TO AVOID A POTENTIAL WRITER’S STRIKE WHILE WRITING THE SECRET?

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dead mall

April 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Like most kids who grow up in the suburbs, when I was a kid,  I fetishized the mall, like just so deeply and badly needed to get a ride there so I could get my cartilage pierced at Claires or eat a cookie the size of my face or just walk through racks of low-rise pants that didn’t fit me. It’s not my favorite thing about myself, but I am somehow calmed by rows and shelves of Things, organized neatly by color and size. Since I fixated on Malls so much when I was young, I am really disturbed by the fact that they are now dying, so much so that there is now a term for the abandoned or nearly abandoned spaces, ‘dead mall.’ There’s even a term for the abandoned large hub of the mall, the JCPenney’s or Dillards or Sears: that gaping pit emptiness is called a ‘ghostbox.’ There needs to be a word for what I’m feeling — this sense that I am inside of slowly changing world — a world that is moving so fast I barely notice the changes — but every now and then, when I pause, I glimpse the change and it makes my skin buzz and my stomach sink. What is this feeling? Futuresense? Changefeel? DEADMALL?

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in complete madness and in health

April 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Six months married today, so yeah, I can officially say that I know everything. Mostly I’ve been struck by the values of patience, compromise, and listening. But even more mostly, I am blown away basically every day by Morrison’s ability to handle my madness when I overload myself and short circuit, how he can not only calm me down but also, how quickly he can get me  (us) to the place of laughing at the absurdity of whatever the situation.  If it’s not funny at its core,  WHY EVEN LIVE IT AT ALL?

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STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!

April 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

For the first time in my adult working life, I just voted to strike. Sometimes I forget that I’m in a guild, as I don’t feel like a laborer. Writers’ work happens mostly in our minds, but we still need a guild to protect us from tomfoolery, like, say, the fact that tv and film producers’ income has DOUBLED in the last eight years, while writer’s income has decreased by 30 percent. Our pension is suffering, we’re working for less money, and we’re expected to do it with gratitude that we are working at all. The problem with this is that writers are dreamers by nature, which is super easy to take advantage of. I’m still sort of shocked that I get paid at all to write, but I have to put that aside and stand up for fair pay — especially given the INSANE amount of money that is being made off of what we write.  And so, STRIKE! I’m choosing to hope that this is just a bargaining tool for the negotiators, but either way — see you on the picket lines, or back in the writer’s room with what we deserve (SNACKS) (AND HEALTHCARE)

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what is a house

April 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of my favorite things about going to another country for the first time is seeing what the houses are like. I like to watch people coming in and out of them, sitting outside of them, listening to the radio, shucking corn,  living their lives, and I especially like to look away really fast when I make eye contact with one of these people, like I wasn’t just turning the poor person into a poem. Obviously in every country there are big cities with fancy parts, and basically all of those people live in condos with lobbies and farmers sinks and walk in closets and flat screen TVs. But when you step outside of the big cities,  you can really get a sense of what’s unique about the country and its homes. Here’s a piece of the outskirts of Cusco, from the window of a bus:

What was most striking to me about Peruvian houses was the fact that a lot of them are constantly in progress, being built upon. You see them and think, oh, no one is living in that house, it’s a construction site, there are bricks and tarps. A lot of the roofs have these metal rods sticking out of them which I finally realized (by which I mean, Julien explained) that it’s prep for a second story of the house. I think in America we’re obsessed with presentation, with things being Done and looking a certain way. But in Peru, and certainly other parts of the world that I have yet to see, a house is a thing that is built over the years while you live inside of it.

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Juice for Dayz

March 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am embarking on a three day Juice Cleanse because why not, because clearing out the pipes before my body battles the attitude in Peru.  I can’t decide what’s most upsetting about this juice cleanse: that I’m now a person who thinks to do this, that I’m a person who applies the word ‘embark’ to ‘juice cleanse,’ how much I paid for it, or the fact that I’m only going to drink juice and juice only for three god-given days. I’m guessing it’s a combination of all three upsetting things combined into one brownish elixir of health and self satisfaction. MAYBE I’LL DRINK THAT, TOO.

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re: Accessibility

March 9th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Me as little as two years ago: “I put my email address on my blog because I really like to be able to share plays upon request, and answer questions, and in general just be very accessible as opposed to mysterious and hard to reach.” Bekah as little as two years ago, let me be the first to say, aw, that is so sweet, and you are so cute. Me today: “AHHHH MORRISON PLEASE HELP ME TAKE MY EMAIL ADDRESS OFF MY BLOG, AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO HELP EVERY THEATER STUDENT, no but really I would love that,  IF I GET ONE MORE POLITE REQUEST FOR A PIECE OF MY BRAIN  I AM GOING TO DIG A HOLE IN THE GROUND FOR ME TO CRAWL INTO WHILE SOBBING

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