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


November 23rd, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter


There is a sadness when a play ends, that I will now attempt to pontificate upon. Sure, you will see the people again, and the play again (hopefully) – but it’s just not the same. The play is done. And you want more than anything to either hug it goodbye or nuzzle into its shirt or kidnap it and force it to live in your closet, but sadly you can’t do any of these things, as it has no arms or body, but now exists only in the air, or memory.


Sadder still, the theater where Mine was done – that is officially the last play to be done in that theater, ever – the owner can no longer afford the rent so it’s going to be turned into a Baby Gap or Tapa’s bar or Lindsay Lohan’s apartment or something. Ms. Lohan best beware of ghosts running lines; hanging lights.

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November 23rd, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter


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bekah: a prism?

November 23rd, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter


Do pardon me while I get all ‘art theory’ (?) up in this piece. My friend Cassie (see: awesome in Oohrah!) saw Mine this weekend and had a really interesting comment that I keep thinking about: she said that watching my plays is like being inside of a prism? In a way? In that way that you are inside of the thing, and your Self is reflected back to you, as is me (the writer), as is the character. So something like: my plays are one part myself, one part the person I have invented, and one part the viewer. Which, I think, is one of the best thing anyone’s ever said about my plays, and I might try to adhere to this recipe, going forward.

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hello, play

November 21st, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

na-az834_wineus_g_20090819155442.jpgI love it when I am literally assaulted by an idea for a new play. Grabbed / stopped in my tracks. I was walking from the train to office yesterday morning, running through the day’s agenda in my mind, and then I remembered that I needed to start thinking about an idea for a Science play for a Sloan commission submission  – and then suddenly there it was! North Carolina is a big tobacco state. And due to the decline in demand, many small farms have started to grow grapes for wine, instead – which I think is really interesting and kind of beautiful and weird, replacing one vice with another? And so, the play is about the neurology of addiction, as well as horticulture – focusing on the family of one such family trying to stay afloat amidst said transition. Also I think there is magic wine that tastes like dirt to those who don’t believe in it. We shall see? The slightly frustrating thing about applying for play things is that you get all jazzed up about the idea for the play – and then you don’t get the thing, and then the idea is dead to you. Well, I hereby swear that I shan’t let that happen with this lil tobacco / wine play, and will attempt to write it anyways.

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‘Treatise on Domesticated Animal Behavior’

November 20th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter


Or: Reason number 1,347 why I like Steve, who sent this to me at 3 am:  

‘We have animals living with us. As us. Over thousands of years they
have been bred and evolved to live in harmony with us. Have we evolved
in unison with our domesticated animals? I propose that living with
animals increases overall health and happiness of people. Thus our
pets allow us to live a longer life, have more babies, and spread our
evolutionary seed. So, perhaps we have evolved to love animals as a
survival instinct. Petting a cat is soothing and relieves stress that
would keep me occupied when that bear turned the corner and tried to
eat me.’

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oh, bliss

November 19th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter


Dear Eggs Florentine,

Hi. I just wanted to thank you for Being There. I was not that stoked about an 8 am meeting. I stumbled, blurry eyed and with coffee gut to the breakfast table, still asleep. Confused. But then – there was you. Your warm toasty english toastness, your fresh spinachy spinach, your eggy eggs, your hollandaisey hollandaise, and suddenly, all of the sudden, I found that I had thoughts, and could express them, with words, and so I did, and they all lived  happily ever after.


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Time Out!

November 18th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter


Friends! Foes! Check this extremely blurry photo! Bekah’s Homemade Monologues are featured in Time Out’s holiday gift guide. I don’t know why, but I really feel like those things needed to be bold. Perhaps because I am stoked. If you are here for said monologue, Welcome! Kindly click on the Pie icon to the right. Or maybe it’s to your left? Anyways, it’s a pie. Click on in! Let’s DO this thing! And happy holidays!

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fish balls?

November 18th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter


As I have previously mentioned, I love Erin. So. Much. I love how she is constantly painting unicorns on her toilet or going on adult field trips. So when we had plans for dinner last night, and she said we were going to her ‘favorite place’ I knew I was in the for a treat (fish balls / that breathe.) We patroned this Japanese place on St. Marks, where you are first greeted by a giant raccoon statue with red eyes? You are then welcomed into weird Japanese land thing, where the chairs are small and wicker, the decor – is bright and stuffed beaver-y, and menus are giant comic books filled with pages and pages of fried fish things, pork bun things, weird things, happy things, and confusing things.  They had me at $8 pitchers and edamame. E guided us through the menu, and then we danged on some fish balls (which squirt a mysterious substance like a fish – frosting?) a veggie and squid pancake drenched in BBQ sauce,  a rice bowl with beef and eggs, and, of course, giant (giant) oysters.


Upon departure (really, the kicker) they give you a little container of pink sugar which you then put in the make your own cotton candy machine on the way out. Essentially, this restaurant was literally built for Erin, and sunsequently – me. Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto.


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Steef (a magical bard?)

November 18th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter


…My boyfriend’s freshly painted D&D figurines can TOTALLY beat up your boyfriend’s D&D figurines. That is, if he has them. And if he doesn’t – you are thoroughly missing out.

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November 17th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am really good at combatting negativity, for the most part, I think?  Sure, I will feel down for a minute, or perhaps a day, or a short series of days – but I’m FAIRLY quick about reminding myself of the futility of constructing comparative essays about myself vs others in my mind. I try to remind  myself that each person has their own path, and then I imagine that MY path looks like


As opposed to


and instantly I am


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