bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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Ryder Farm!

July 31st, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

The lovely Emily Simoness, actor in my williamstown play, has a family farm up in Brewster, NY. Geniusly, she is starting to invite groups up to develop plays, writers to write, etc – but not only do you do play things – you also work on the farm during your stay. I think, in the spirit of disengaging from completely from the way the way the world actually works (stupid trains / fax machines / toss your own salad / student loans)…I’m going to head there for a week in Sept, challenge myself to write a 2 character play, and feed some chickens. People, I am going to ‘Ryde*’ this train of good fortune for as long as I possibly can. Then, I will cry and get a job at H&M.

*Zing.

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SWEATERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

July 31st, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, there is just the SLIGHTEST chill in the air, which always makes me feel most at home. I think of Fall, and me at my most happiest, wrapping my entire self in Sweater.

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dramaturgy

July 30th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Our Town

July 30th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

Our Town is an incredible play written some 70 years ago by Thorton Wilder – detailing the seemingly ordinary lives and ordinary moments in the lives of a fictional small town in Massachusetts. It is totally perfect that it’s currently being produced at Williamstown: A – because Wilder himself played the stage manager Here in a production in 1959:

And B, because, well, it’s creepily, embarrassingly just like House of Home, in so many ways (the play I am currently crafting here.) OR RATHER: house of home is just like IT. I saw Our Town my freshman year of college at Playmaker’s, and hadn’t read or seen it since. I could barely remember it honestly, except for loving it, and being deeply moved by the ghosts in the graveyard. Also remember a small pretty Asian girl on a ladder. Who’s with me, fellow UNC CDA hobbits?? Anyone??

I think I must have deposited this play, structurally and viscerally, into my subconscious.  I think I will choose to be encouraged by the similiarties between the two plays. NOT THAT I COULD EVER WRITE OUR TOWN, it’s so flawless, BUT – maybe I am writing, MY Our Town? Our town, but with Baptist Hymns, casserole parades, murder and Meth? Also, not that I’ll be inserting a narrator character, rattling of lattitude and longitude, and giving myself the role. But. Just really, really happy that the play exists, and that I got to see it.

Also, my favorite line: ‘People are meant to go through life two by two. ‘Tain’t natural to be lonesome.’

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look at it, becoming a Thing!

July 29th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

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July 29th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

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and I quote

July 28th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I was wee, my brothers and I really wanted a dog, but our mean Dad said no.  So we prayed and prayed and arranged spontaneous paegants and cheers to PROVE how much we wanted a dog. And then finally, A family at the church happened to mention that their new yellow Lab, Tanner, kept knocking over their toddler, or something – and then – a Dog we had.  And Then: we wrote thank you notes to the family for our new friend. The family recently sent copies of our letters to our parents. I wish I could show you the weird picture I drew on the bottom of my letter, me with some sort of mullet ponytail, walking a dog like  giant squirrel, but I’m not sure how to put picture of PDF? So anywhoo:I present to you, a creepy but articulate and weirdly specific thank you note, by me, age nine, with my favorite parts in bold.

‘Dear McMillans,

Thank you for Tanner. He is learning to trust us. Peter likes to play tug of war with him. I would like you to know that he is in good hands. I would like you to know that he is learning to sleep in the mud room on his white blanket with flowers. We’ve been keeping him in the house lately. He’s been going around sniffing everything. Tanner has learned to come, sit, and when he is hungry, he sits down in front of you and licks his lips. Feel free to stop by and see him anytime. I think your little girl is cute. I would like to babysit her when I am older.

Love,

Becca

(end quote.)

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MAN UP, BRUNSTETTER!

July 27th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m getting tired of dumb, apologetic words I used like ‘scared’ and ‘worried’ and ‘disappointed’ and ‘nervous.’ I think I will replace them with words like PISSED! And ANIHILATE! And DOMINATION! And YES! And other things that action figures frequently say.

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nothing

July 26th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

Just some theater camp kids, getting baked.

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a cause

July 26th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

Lately I’ve been pining for a Cause. Something that really boils my blood, fires me up. I really, REALLY admire people who are extremely passionate a cause or injustice. But said cause or injustice can’t really be randomly selected. You can’t quite just go grab one at Forever 21. I think it usually emerges in young adulthood because of things linked to your personal life, your family, the environment in which you grow up. I’ve had a great life. I hate that this weirdly pisses me off sometimes. Not that I’m DISpassionate, there are certainly things I care about – but the making of a good play – I wouldn’t exactly call this selfless activism or empathy. Or, in some way, is this my cause? Are we not meant to use our powers, whatever they are, and for good?

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