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

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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THOUGHTS CONTROL THINGS

September 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night at work:

Me: I really, really feel like there’s going to be an earthquake really soon.

Last night at 11:20 PM: 3.4 EARTHQUAKE THAT MORRISON SAID WAS JUST HIMSELF SCRATCHING HIS HEAD BUT TURNS OUT IT WAS DEFINITELY AN EARTHQUAKE.

Me today at work: I really, really feel like North Korea is going to give back their nukes and that there will suddenly be no such things as hurricanes.

Today at 4:43 PM:

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fragility

September 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Do you ever feel like it’s sort of pointless to spend time building and cultivating and perfecting a physical home, because the Weather is a sometimes benevolent but oftentimes vengeful, irrational beast that we have no control over and so maybe it’s better to spend time and money and resources on constructing strength of CHARACTER to endure whatever disasters the Weather create,  instead of walls and ceilings and stairs? NO?  JUST ME? OKAY I’LL JUST SIT HERE ALONE AND FEEL THAT

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Light

September 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on (wo)man’s search for meaning, I can’t stop thinking about this NYT picture of some people in Houston taking in vibrant sunlight for the first time in days:

Just as we all paused life and watched the eclipse a few weeks back, here are these people, rejoicing in a vast, shared thing. I’m not going to go as far as to say that perhaps God sent Harvey to humble us, and bring us together, but, okay, yes. MAYBE DID GOD SEND HARVEY TO HUMBLE US AND BRING US TOGETHER?   I acknowledge that this is a dangerous statement, as surely, most of the people who lost their homes in the floods were already humbled, already together. They did not need to lose their worldly belongings to be reminded of what they already knew. And It’s not lost on me that the flooding affected already poverty stricken, black and latino communities, and there are definitely other communities who are in greater need of being humbled. But still, I want it to be more than just wind forming over an ocean. I want it to have meant something. It’s not my job to determined said meaning, as I was not affected by the storm, but I can’t help but try. I just might look at this picture until it find it.

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Houston.

August 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s unfortunate, but it oftentimes takes a personal connection to a tragedy to make it seem more real.  But such are humans, and such also is tragedy, I guess. These southern Texas floods are devastating, and to make them about me, like we do: I was just in Houston in February to develop The Cake at the Alley theater, which looks like this when it’s NOT underwater:

A video posted by a playwright yesterday shows rushing water almost up to that parking sign. There aren’t words, really, but there can be action: Click here to toss the Red Cross some dough for the victims. Houston buds: wishing you safety and dryness and tacos and peace.

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EVERYTHING BUT THIS IS BAD

August 17th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I don’t have any profound insight into the events of the last few days, but I do feel a need to express something, and so:

VANS ARE BAD

CROWDS ARE BAD

HATE IS BAD

THE DVIDE IS BAD

EVERYTHING IS BAD

BUT

DEBRA JO IS GOING TO BE ON THIS IS US IN WHAT WILL BE A PRETTY INCREDIBLE STORYLINE WITH RANDALL AND BETH, A WHITE WOMAN WITH A BLACK COUPLE, BUT IT’S BEAUTIFULLY NOT EVEN ABOUT THAT, BECAUSE I AM FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO WORK FOR A SHOW THAT IS A PLATFORM FOR TRUTHFUL, UPLIFTING STORIES ABOUT FAMILY AND RACE AND CLASS AND ALL OF THE MUCK INBETWEEN

SO AT LEAST ONE THING IS NOT BAD

WORDS DONE

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that Succulent Scene

August 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Much to our delight, Morrison and I discovered this morning that there is in fact a huge group of SoCal folk who spend all of their free time growing and thinking about and talking about Succulents (drought resistant plants that come in all colors, shapes and sizes.)

We very much on purpose found ourselves at a Succulent Fair in the LA Arboretum, where succulent sellers from all over California gather to sell and show both native plants, and plants from as far as Africa. They all bear Latin names, but it’s also fun to just call them what they look like, like ‘little fun nugget’ or ‘pickle friend’ or ‘dinosaur eyelid.’

We carefully chose six new friends for our new front yard, all of whom will grow and form what Morrison calls a ‘protective barrier’ around our house.

I can’t wait to watch them grow / forget not to touch them / get pieces of them permanently stuck in my hands!

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