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


September 28th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Hey, look what I can do!


I took my first pilates class Friday. I am still in pain. Let it be known that I am completely incapable of doing thing pictured above, nor am I capable of doing the ‘roll’ in which, like a true lady, you pike your legs behind your head and roll your little buttthing up towards the ceiling – nor can I rock the ‘screwdriver’ in which, stabilized by the force of your rock-hard abs, you extend your legs and move them around in a circle. Ow. BUT: I was slightly encouraged, depsite my lack of flexibility, by the strength of my ‘core,’ which has perhaps been helped by spinning. As Ow as it was, I thought it was awesome. Class went by super fast, I got to wear my innappopriate red hotpants work out shorts, and I felt nearly empowered. As soon as I am able to lift my arms again, I’m totally taking a second stab at this matt-based owgasm.

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I’m sorry

September 25th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter



 Oh, context.

I promise I have utmost respect for the Bible and its tales, more than most no doubt, but I had to share. For more, with biting commentary, please visit

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drama play

September 23rd, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


a monologue crafted for Erin McCarson, to be performed by a Tourist in Cherry Capri Pants:

A tourist speaks:

‘I like theater, I like theatrical things. Comedies and dramas, I like both. Sometimes I like to laugh, and sometimes I just like to think and cry. I especially am always amazed at the actors and all their facial expressions, I mean, how do they learn all that? They got the right face for everything and I close my eyes and listen and I am taken somewhere else. Lights go down and I get goose bumps and everybody’s in there together and the same thing is happening to everybody.  I think to myself, God is in this room.

I think it’s very important that the kids respect the arts too so I take them to the Ice Capades at least once a year. I think it’s important for them experience live art things. You ever been to Medieval times? It’s real theaterical, they got one at Myrtle beach, kids love it. It’s got a story and everything, it’s real Medieval.

And I always make Jimmy take me to the little theater downtown whenever they got something new.  It’s hard for him to get off work sometimes but I’m like goddamnit, take me to the theater already! So he does. Last Christmas they did  A Christmas Carol and I cried all over Jimmy’s brand new red sweater that I had got him from Land’s End and given to him early so he’d have something nice to wear. They did such a good job. I cried so hard cause Tiny Tim was just so good and good natured and I cried cause he was crippled cause it’s always the crippled people that seem to have the most God in their heart. Me, I try to be good, I try real hard, but sometimes I’m weak and I can feel the devil crawl up my throat, I think dark things that shouldn’t be thought. Next thing I know, I’m yellin at Jimmy and telling him to go to Hell cause if you don’t take out the fuckin trash already I’m going to kill myself!

(Pause. She Gathers herself.)

So when I won two round trip tickets from the Subway Sandwich I knew it’d have to be New York, I’ve always wanted to go, see all the lights and see all the people doin whatever it is that they do. I said, I gotta go see a play on Broadway. So Jimmy and I get there and I think, this is not earth, we’ve gone to another planet. People movin so fast, good thing I brought my tennis shoes.  Lights everywhere like a drive-through movie, all the time. How you walk around without lookin up? Kept bumping into people. I said I was sorry, though. We’re havin a late brunch  at the hotel, we got a great deal at the holiday inn. That’s what people do there, they have brunch.  I looked in the New York Times to see what’s what. You ever held a Sundy New York Times in your hands?  Thing’s heavy like a brick or a baby. You could kill someone with it if you wanted to. Drop it on somebody’s head from a five floor walk up. That means you gotta walk up the stairs. People sittin around in nice pants, having brunch with their murder weapons. Hell, I liked it for a visit, if I lived there, I’d kill somebody. I’d plant a tree in my house or I’d go crazy. But up there they don’t really have houses, they live in closets. Sometimes the shower is in the  kitchen I heard, or the home don’t come with any AC and you gotta buy one and put it in the window and every now and then, one a them’ll fall out and kill somebody mindin his own business, walkin down the street towards Starbucks or wall street I Guess.

I’m lookin at all the pictures of all the different plays and musical plays – that’s a play but with music where they sing – Jimmy wants to see The Lion King and that’s that. He’s real into animals, or mainly yellow labs, I guess, and rabbits and raccoons, and other kinds of dogs. He just likes them. I, on the other hand, want to broaden my horizons in some way. I’m lookin through the ads, and there it is – HARRY POTTER HIMSELF! He’s in a play! I am beside myself ! There’s a picture of him and he’s huggin a horse with a metal head. It looks very serious and interesting and it’s called Eckwoos. I just gotta go. Jimmy has no interest whatsoever in seein a serious drama play, so that night he goes to the Fridays in Time’s Square to watch the game, and I go to see Harry Potter do something with a horse, live, right in front of me.

I was so excited. My knees pressed against people I don’t know on either side. Read the program, front to back. Lights go down and my heart stops. At first it’s this old guy in a suit talking about this young boy who we all assume will be Harry Potter so we’re all just waitin for him to come onstage. And then finally, he does and he’s glowin and I start clapping but no body else does. He’s got lots of problems with his Mom and his Dad and some horses cause he stabbed out their eyes. His Mom’s a Christian and his Dad’s not, which is always bad, you gotta be equally yoked when you get married, spiritually I mean, or you’ll confuse your kids and they’ll grow up and kill people or write mean books about you. Harry Porter didn’t look like Harry Potter, instead he looked like a grown up person who wasn’t really a man but wasn’t really a woman. The story moved forward and he said all of his lines and so did his doctor who was sad because he felt like there was no meaning in his life. At one point Harry Potter takes off all his clothes but it’s not like lookin at a naked person, I wasn’t embarrassed. Everybody looked.

I come to understand that Harry Potter wants to make love with one of these horses and this is why he stabs out their eyes. It’s not his fault, he’s confused, it’s not his fault, he tries to be good.  And when I understand this, I gasp outloud and my heart floods up and I remember bein seventeen and how that felt and all of the things I felt that I thought were wrong to feel, and how bad that hurt, to feel wrong.  And it’s near the end of the play and Harry Potter is hypnotized and the doctor is tryin so hard to free him of his pain and guilt and he cries out Mine! Mine!  I am yours and you are Mine!  And I look around and everybody is there, and everybody is there together, watching, and everybody feels understood and I got tears in my eyes and I stand up and I yell THANK YOU HARRY POTTER!! GOD BLESS YOUR HEART!!!


I thought I would yell out what everybody must have been feeling but I guess it was the wrong thing to do, I guess. Cause everybody starred at me like they were killin me with their eyes. I’ve never been so red in my life. It was all I could to do sink down into my seat for the rest of it. And after, when everybody was comin out, I walked by some young people standin outside smoking cigarettes. They were wearing those skinny pants and nice sweaters. Fuckin tourist, one a them said under their breath. And then they all laughed.
I got back to the hotel and Jimmy was drunk and he wanted to make love but I didn’t feel like it.

(Pause. She thinks.)

I don’t know, I just guess that I thought a play was for everybody. I guess it’s not. That makes me sad, I guess. I don’t know, I guess I just think it should be for everybody.

(She forces a smile.)

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September 23rd, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


(Pictured: myself in what I am calling my ‘fancy carrot dress’ and Jeremy Blocker, Artistic Director of Babel Theater Project, at the IT Awards nomination party in July.)

Fanpersons, last some night was some serious day of the show, ya’ll.

I had my reading of OOHRAH! at Ars Nova, which went swimmingly. Still needs lots of work but it seemed to be a real crowd pleaser. The fact that Leigh Silverman directed and that the cast was stellar certainly did not hurt.  At first I was the terrified – it’s scary to put a thing that’s not totally ready to go in front of a house -but am way happy it happened, as I am now courting an agent, which is very similar to courting a beau but with less making out.

So Also, on the same night, because everything happens at the same time all the time, was the awards ceremony for the New York Innovative Theater Awards for which I was nominated ( I won this in 2006 for . So consumed with nerves re: the Oohrah! reading was I that I totally forgot about the awards! But when the reading let out, there was Mr. Geordie Broadwater (director, You May Go Now) and Mr. Jeremy Blocker, who HOOAHH’s! and WHEEE’s!! And the sticking of a plaque in my face! I won! I’d like to thank the academy, the Baby Kitty, and the Carrot Dress.

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September 21st, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Oh, roads.

I’d like to make a brief homage to my hometown interstate, which stretches from Wilmington, NC all the way to Barstow, Calfornia.

At the ripe age of 20, this gal grabbed two friends:


and drove from one end to another (see west coast behind said friends.) It was a lot of miles, some massive amount like 5,326, and no one can take that away from me.

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We are bored.

September 19th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

4:23 pm.

Unsupervised, and an utter lack of a need for Corporate Housing on anyone’s part throughout the tri-state area – Aaron and I (CSR and CSS, respectively) are bored, which looks like this:





We are so bored, Aaron is talking in a Beavis and Butthead voice and I am blogging about it.  Aaron is obsessively changing his Background, and I am taking pictures of it. I am experimenting with angular choices of narcissitic iphotobooth selfpics. We are so boring, we are drinking coffee and eating fun fruits, even though the opportunity of beer presented itself.

If anyone is near the vicinty of 8 west 38th, please your monkey or a bouncy ball or some sort of entertainment tout suite.


The Next Generation.

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September 17th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Monday 9/22! Ars Nova! 7pm! Free! All the Cool kids are talking about it!

You were supposed to click that up there. FYI. For a fancy surprise thing. Please feel free to call me out.

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my homeplace

September 14th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

It is always a pleasure to find roommates who share your same interests, like knife parties,


same sex slow dancing,


and peering ominously into digital cameras.


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September 11th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

Complicated Dinosaur Comic time.


Okay, time’s up.

My brain hurts.

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September 11th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

In honor of ‘Lady,’ the crazy hissypants cat (sorry, Darcie and Jared) that I am cat sitting –  that has been under my roommate’s bed for four days refusing to come out, no matter what sort of mousetoy  or food situation I dangle in front of her – please view this cautionary tale on lessons in cat safety. Seriously, she almost bit off my face. But okay, she’s pretty too.

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