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

PARADISE ALERT

January 13th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

While I am so sorry for everyone in Hawaii who rid the wave of this massively false alarm happened today, I’m just going to entertain myself the rest of the day by imagining people in bathing suits, lunging for pina coladas, crawling under patio furniture, careful so they don’t spill their drink.

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elements

January 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

DEAR FIRE AND WATER:

INSTEAD OF FUNCTIONING INDEPENDENTLY OF EACH OTHER AND IN FACT CAUSING EACH OTHER, PERHAPS YOU COULD SHARE GOOGLE CALS AND COMMUNICATE AND COLLABORATE  LIKE COLLEAGUES?

KTHANKSBYE!

- A CONCERNED CITIZEN (SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, WRITING FROM INSIDE A WET MOUND OF SCORCHED EARTH)

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near / far

December 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on I am a  Gemini whose brain lives inside of the internet: both Facebook and my Blog remind me that one year ago, we were in Thailand, hiking to caves and bathing elephants, waking up each morning and going to bed each night with this:

While a part of me longs to be really far away, gazing at something miraculous that I’ve never seen before and is jealous of all the people currently on similar Christmas adventures, there is an equal part of me who is glad to be close to home and happy to stare instead at Christmas ornaments and the Puget Sound and family and new play word documents and walls,  who tells herself that there is adventure in comfort. It’s a new game called REST, which I need right now, so much. OKAY BYE, OFF TO WIN!

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I have

December 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on I’m a cliche: we straight up spent 400 bucks on cheese and bread and ham and beer and buttercream frosting and christmas tree gummies and assorted other seasonal essentials for our friends for our housewarming party Sunday. We arranged everything carefully on plates and laid out our new rugs and our friends came bearing gifts of rare orchids and wines. Monday morning,  I drove to work, grateful, still beat, squinting through next day chardonnay face. At an intersection, there was a homeless man shaking uncontrollably  from some affliction, asking for money. I saw him and the weight of the previous night and the beauty of it and and the excess of it,  but was it excess? and what is excess, and just the very privilege of all of it crushed down on me and I felt sad and lucky and ashamed.  I dug for whatever cash I could find and the light turned green and cars honked as I slowed to try and get it into his shaking hands, and he God bless you‘d me, and I sobbed the rest of the way to work, and there’s a part of me that’s still sobbing, because God bless me WHY. Why, Why, Why. Why do the have’s have? And why do the have’s have not? Why is that I have, and keep receiving?  Why not them? How can I take what I have and spread it in a way that’s meaningful, beyond just clicking donation links and sobbing at my own generosity on the way to work? WHAT DO I DO WITH WHAT I HAVE? HOW BEST TO GIVE IT?

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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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Ballistically speaking

November 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

North Korea just launched another ballistic missile, which naturally made me wonder, what exactly is a ballistic missile? Is it a crawl into the nearest sewer for safety kind of missile or a carry about your small and fragile life kind of missile? According to wikipedia, it is a ‘missile that is launched ballistically.’ OH OKAY GOT IT WIKI THANKS FOR THE WORDS NOW DO I CRAWL SCREAMING INTO THE SEWER OR NO

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search for motive

November 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My new play is called ‘Search for Motive.’ It’s an excruciating yet commonplace story about the piecing together of evidence after a mass shooting:  letters and phone calls and domestic relationships and gas station purchases and high school yearbook pictures and bank accounts and lonely one bedroom apartments and listless gazes at interstates and black pants with pockets and furious, furious despair. It offers no insight or answers. It’s currently playing in every city, everywhere. It’s immersive, and happens around when you least expect it. Tickets are free and forced upon you.

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COSTUME, FOREVER

October 31st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

SAD AND ANXIOUS AMERICAN READING ABOUT ANOTHER TERRORIST ATTACK ON LUNCH BREAK

YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO AMAZON PRIME THIS COSTUME

IT JUST LIVES ON TOP OF YOUR BODY, FOREVER

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tiny desk concerts

October 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

These NPR produced nuggets —  live concerts recorded around the tiny desk where All Songs Considered gets made — are my new drive to work jam. Each is some 10-15 minutes long, always good, never rehearsed, often intimate, with jokes and rambling and mistakes, Chance the Rapper reads a poem about keys to a forgotten house, Kacey Musgrave calls out her boyfriend, Steve Martin sings about the tarheels losing with his Bluegrass Band.   BUT MOST OF ALL IMPORTANTLY, THERE IS HANSON, 20 YEARS LATER:

THEY HOLD UP LIKE  THE PYRAMIDS. LISTEN HERE.

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Let them in

October 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My first plays in college were very much just me trying to articulate and work through some things that were troubling me about my life, about the world and the way that I saw it. Being that I was all of 18-21, which is to say, very mature and deep and complicated, I, for the most part, kept these plays to myself, and didn’t share this part of myself with my parents. Over the years, this started to feel wrong, as there is little space between myself and my plays, so keeping my parents away from them was cutting them off from a big part of my Self. Last night we strolled through the classrooms where I wrote said first plays, then I sat with them as they watched The Cake. My feelings could be described as ‘terror’ and ‘worry’ and ‘wanting to at the same time vomit and cry’ and ‘where is wine’ but now, on the other side of it, I feel lucky and liberated  and open,  having shared. Why do the work if you can’t share it with the people who made you? IF A PLAY FALLS IN AN UNDERGRADUATE THEATER BUILDING, DO ANY PARENTS HEAR IT AT ALL? (Because they should.)

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