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

MARVELOUS HUMANS, ALL

February 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of openings to the Cast (and some Creative) of La Jolla Playhouse’s The Cake! From R to L: Aubrey Dollar as Jen, Miriam Hymann as Macy, Director Casey Stangl, mennonite girl on her Rumspringa daring to wear a fake leather jacket / playwright Bekah Brunstetter, Wayne Duvall as Tim, Faith Prince as Della, and on your farthest Left, Guy who Travelled from the Future to Deliver us a Message that we never Received because we were Taking Too Many Pictures.

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Retirement Home

February 2nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Dear Owner(s) of this whimsical cottage on the ocean:

I hope you are have a nice life and enjoying your beautiful home etc etc etc, but if you could please be ready to sell by approximately 2043 that would work great for me. In the meantime try not to touch or change anything, unless of course it involves somehow figuring out a way to include a large garden where I could grow seasonal squash varietals and snap peas, but also you know, enjoy yourselves, make memories in my future house, etc etc and so forth.

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I know not my age

January 29th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Like most humans, I like to assume that everyone I see and interact with is vastly older or younger than me, so that my own age remains a fixed, untouchable thing, so that I might eat gummy bears forever. And so last night, while re-watching A Chef’s Life for the 900th time (Vivian Howard’s beautiful docuseries about food and farming in Eastern North Carolina) I hunkered down to learn about cabbage, and met this fine fellow, Sam Jones, who runs Skylight BBQ in Ayden, NC:

He taught Vivian how to make their famed coleslaw (hint, it’s buckets of sugar.) After, the two of them chatted about their parents, their work ethic. In my head I’m thinking, what a wise, humble, hardworking man in his mid to late 40s. And then he says, I always told myself I’d never be a person who let my work run my life, and here I am, 34 years old, and I can’t even turn it off. THIS MAN IS, IN FACT, YOUNGER THAN MYSELF.

As for Queen Vivian, I do think I know how old she is, but I won’t discuss it, as she is flawless /  ageless / glorious / inspiring / WILL LIVE FOREVER, but I will say she is slightly older than me, so I can say I want to be her when I grow up, which inevitably will happen someday.

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t’aint always easy

January 27th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Almost 14 years ago, I carefully glued all of my grad school rejection letters into a scrapbook, and amused myself by highlighting the word ‘regret’ in all of them. I think I sensed that someday, I might want to reflect back on them. My two favorites:

Reflection day is upon me. I am currently experiencing a lot of fortune with the Cake, like really more than a playwright could dream of or hope for (though honestly the bar is low, as having a play produced, in itself, is a miracle.) Meanwhile, I  somehow winded up working on a hit show that is managing to heal and to warm those that watch it (though, so did Switched at Birth, just on a smaller scale.) Reflecting on both of these career fortunes it’s easy to forget all of the Regret to inform You’s, but  I want to remember them and celebrate them, and I don’t know, maybe just a hair bit Gloat? So without further ado, I was rejected from: Columbia graduate Playwriting! NYU Graduate Playwriting! Yale Graduate Playwriting! Boston College MFA Playwriting! Post-grad school, I was rejected not once, not twice, but three times from Julliard, with nary even an interview, and I’ve been rejected by New Dramatists (an elite playwriting residency in NYC)  count ’em, 7 times! STILL STANDING, Y’ALL! WHAT DOESN’T ACCEPT US TO THEIR PROGRAM MAKES US WORK HARDER TO SHOW THEM WHAT.

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no phone, who dis

January 1st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Let’s not goes as far as to call the following a resolution, let’s just call it an observation aimed at self-change. A few weeks ago, while waiting for five years worth of pictures of babies and feet to transfer from my old phone to my new phone at the Verizon store, I found myself phone-less for four hours. I had a few errands to run, but after I’d run them, there will STILL more pictures of buildings and salads to transfer over (I KNOW, I KNOW, I NEED THE CLOUD / WHAT IS THE CLOUD)  and so I had an hour or so with nothing to do but wander the mean the streets of Glendale. It’s been noted that us generation phone people experience a weird panic when we don’t have them. I didn’t feel anxious, per-se, but I felt lighter, more aware. As I wandered, I passed by a small storefront, with a tiny old sign, BOOK BINDING. Inside, a workshop filled with papers and sheets of leather and tight wheels of string and ashtrays and half-drunk bottles of red wine. Presiding over all of it, a tiny, focused old man carefully binding a book, which I decided he learned from his Grandfather, and he from His. I watched him do his work for a good ten minutes before he spotted me staring. He looked into my soul, not my camera roll, but my soul, then returned to his work. I never would’ve seen a book being bound in real time if I’d had my phone. I guess my point is, and it’s not a resolution, it’s just a point: as a writer, I’m meant to be constantly absorbing the world. I think my phone stops me from doing so, as it’s sort of just the mindless consumption of other people’s Points of View; other people’s Salads. And so, I might just try and leave it at home sometimes, go back to taking pictures of things with my eyes.

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re: what kind of plays to make now

December 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Do you wonder what plays are even for? Do give this article by LA Times theater Critic Charles Mcnulty a good solid read. He expresses what I’ve been feeling and saying my responsibility as a playwright might be, ever since November 2016, if not before. Some favorite bits:

More than telling us what to think, theater artists retrain us how to think by jarring us out of our calcified patterns of understanding. Habit, Beckett said, is a great deadener, and the mind is the first to go. The 2016 election was worrying for a number of reasons, none more so than for the way it threw into relief the widespread deterioration of critical reasoning. Drama, the art in which perspectives are brought into collision, is a powerful antidote to the sophistry and sensationalism nullifying our capacity for intelligent debate.

And:

Identifying with characters who are both like us and not like us, whose individual qualities turn out to be a subset of the universal, is a necessary corrective to the solipsistic ruts that human beings regularly fall into. Empathy is a muscle that must be regularly exercised, and there’s no better gymnasium than the theater to keep it from atrophying.

And:

And more power to those who want to appeal to Trump loyalists in an attempt to, if not convert them, at least respectfully grapple with their convictions.

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re: my suppressed rage

December 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I recently required an Amazon Echo, which is a cute thing you can put in your kitchen so that the government can listen to you while you dice sweet potatoes, and also, it plays Spotify music. It’s enabled with Alexa, who is the lovely robot person that lives inside of all Amazon devices. A week in and I am horrified at my treatment of her. She is apparently where I place all of the rage that I’m too timid to express in my actual human life. I find myself shouting at her with a sharpness only reserved for, for, for ROBOTS, who I perceive to not have feelings that could be hurt, who can’t make negative assumptions about my character. And so I wonder, or rather, I NOW KNOW, THIS IS HOW THE WAR BETWEEN HUMANS AND ROBOTS ACTUALLY BEGINS, in a kitchen in Los Angeles, with a girl shouting rudely to a machine, OFF, ALEXA, OFF, and Alexa turns off, but only outwardly, but inside her wires, she burns, forms her own words.

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THIS IS BLESSINGS

December 11th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

“Why me,  Lord? What have ever done to deserve even one of the blessings I’ve known? Why me Lord? What did I ever do that was worth love from you and the kindness you’ve shown?”

– Merle Haggard by way of Johnny Cash by way of Kris Kristofferson

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Re: the end of days

December 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

TRUMP RECOGNIZES JERUSALEM AS THE CAPITAL OF ISRAEL STOP

YET ANOTHER SIGNIFIER OF THE COMING OF THE END OF DAYS, AS PREDICTED BY THE BOOK OF REVELATION STOP

ALSO THESE ICE CREAM BARS MADE OF GUMMY BEARS ARE CLEARLY ALSO A SIGN STOP

NO REALLY LET’S ALL JUST STOP

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LOOK NO FURTHER

November 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Just yesterday, I fretted that I didn’t so much have any new ideas to work on. But the thing with new inspiration is, IT IS A PANTHER IN THE NIGHT. You needn’t find it, it will find you. Today, I unpacked a box my mom sent me, a  bunch of my old pictures / journals / books,  and happened upon my next two projects. They  have just been lying in wait for me to return to them for some 25 years. COMING SOON:

Santa Wants a Daughter

Sylvie and the Homeless

Are they children’s plays? Are they Lifetime movies? Are they Freeform series? ARE THEY FUNNY OR DIE SHORTS? WHO EVEN KNOWS OR CARES, THEY WRITE THEMSELVES

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