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

how it’s grown

May 31st, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Say, did you want to make plays AND hang out with animals AND help harvest vegetables and pretend like you are a person who is capable of doing more than just making plays? SPACE ON RYDER FARM IS THE PLACE FOR YOU! COMMERCIAL VOICE! My friend Emily founded it six years ago. She took over her family’s 200 year old farm and has gradually converted it for artists’ housing and workspace. I got to come up in the very first season where there was barely plumbing and we huddled around candles and told ghost stories.  Six years later, I’m back, and it now houses twice as many people, has wifi, even more workspaces, a full staff and chef, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY THE BABY DONKEY PICTURED ABOVE AND THAT’S REALLY ALL I CARE ABOUT BECAUSE DONKEY BABY.

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okay ladies now lets get in formation

May 30th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I LOVE THIS STORY. Cliff notes: those marvelous lady friends  above were out dining in Santa Monica, when one of them spotted a dude really actually take out a little black vial and slip drugs into his date’s wine glass while she was in the bathroom. For one: Dude, where you think you AT? LITTLE BLACK VIAL? FOR REALLY? AND THEN ALSO, JUST BLATANTLY IN PUBLIC? WHAT IS THIS, AN EARLY 90s EPISODE OF LAW AND ORDER SVU IF THAT SHOW WAS A THING THEN? Thankfully one of the friends went into the bathroom, alerted the woman, while the other gals alerted the manager, who then called the cops. Dude: arrested. Woman: unharmed. As for the three friends, their charlie’s angels picture went viral.  May they revel in their day in the internet sun!

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Silentum

May 29th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter
I dream about the ten days I was in Russia a lot. My dreams are 30% high school parking lot, 30% plummeting airplane, 30% Moscow, 10% Target from hell. Last night, I was wandering through the Red Square. Sometimes when I wake up having dreamt this, I read something about Russia. This morning, I read about why it is frowned upon there to smile (a sign of foolishness of perhaps trickery.) I then found this magnificent morning poem:
Silentum
How can a heart expression find?  / How should another know your mind? / Will he discerns what quickens you? / A thought once uttered is untrue.
- Fyodor Tyutchev
NO SUCH THING AS TRUTH, YOU GUYS! YOU’RE WELCOME! – Russia

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WHO’S WITH ME?

May 28th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

WHO WANTS TO MOVE WITH ME TO JOSHUA TREE AND START A THEATER COMPANY THAT PERFORMS ONLY PLAYS ABOUT A THEATER COMPANY IN JOSHUA TREE THAT TRIES TO STAY ACTIVE AND RELEVANT DURING THE APOCALYPSE? EVERYONE I’VE EVER MADE A PLAY WITH?  GREAT SEE YOU ALL AT THE FIRST TABLE READ, I’LL GET TO WORK. (See also this is definitely my next play / SERIOUSLY, DIBS.)

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just above a whisper

May 27th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Without fully realizing it, I booked us a stay at mindfulness resort where you are only allowed to speak ‘just above a whisper,’ where everyone just sort of sits around staring into the sun asking big questions, where there are free and actual workshops called ‘Raising Consciousness and simply ‘Juicing,’ where there is ice cold cucumber water everywhere, where there are turtles to feed and stones to walk around, just for sport. It is paradise. I don’t know what’s more wonderful and terrifying, the place itself, or HOW VERY GOOD WE ARE AT BEING HERE.

I would call the place by name, but then other people in the world would know about it other than us and every old beautiful french person currently vacationing in Southern California, and we just cannot have that.

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JOSHUA TREE!

May 26th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Who is Joshua? Is that his tree? Is it the biblical Joshua? Did that Joshua have a tree? Was language that denoted possession not invented yet? Answers to these questions and more when Morrison and I return from our glorious three day desert sojourn, sunburnt and rambling about the healing powers of crystals, having glimpsed our own souls during a sound healing session. I CAN’T WAIT.

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eyes: a lesson in eyes

May 25th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I got new glasses for my eyeballs!  I may have had the exact pair in first grade, which only makes me like them more. They make me want to read babysitters club, like a thick white one when they all go to the beach together and you get really deep into Stacey’s diabetes.  They’re for seeing! I wanted to be more specific about my glasses / eyes, perhaps reference some science, so I took to the great oracle Search Engine to find out what eyeballs are made of. They are made of mostly water and a ‘jelly like substance called vitreous humor,’ which is to say, our eyeballs are filled with laughs and jokes. You learn something new everyday. NO REALLY,  IF YOU AGGRESSIVELY SEEK IT, YOU WILL ACTUALLY LEARN SOMETHING NEW. But probably have coffee first.

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Back, from the Future

May 24th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Not that I believe in time travel / parallel universes / time is a line that can be wrinkled and jumped across theories,  but I’m FAIRLY CERTAIN that I was just visited by myself from the future. She was a old woman doubled over in pain. She was beautiful and frail and invisible. GET ON THE FLOOR, she said. STRETCH OUT YOUR BACK, YOU BIG DUMMY. I obliged. GOOD, she said. WHEN YOU’RE DONE, INVEST ALL OF YOUR FUNDS  IN TIME TRAVEL MACHINES. I protested from the floor. JUST DO IT, she demanded. For a moment, she just watched. OKAY, GOOD TALK. SEE YOU NEXT WEEK IN YOUR DREAMS / NIGHTMARES / ANYTIME YOU TRY TO LIFT SOMETHING NOT WITH YOUR KNEES. She stood up straight. Corrected. Walked through the wall into tomorrow and was gone.

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so and so fights tears

May 23rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve been watching a bunch of TV lately in which characters are constantly waging small to epic battles against their own tears. After a few episodes of this, the tears lose their impact, and the characters become wet messes who are moved to tears basically just by saying or hearing words, or sometimes just because they thought of a word, or maybe just because they walked into a room and saw someone they loved folding their underwear, or maybe just because they realized they had hands and / or that the sun had come up, once again. But I don’t fault the writers or the actors. It’s a common mistake. I am 100% guilty of over-using the parenthetical, ‘fighting tears.’  I think it’s because I don’t always trust my own writing. I don’t trust that I’ve done enough of the emotional work that’s necessary to ensure that at that point in the story, clearly the character would be fighting tears while revealing their truth / acknowledging how amazing it is, that we have Hands. It’s a cop-out. It’s a cheat. It’s a cloth over a table covered in dirt and wax. And so, going forward, I hereby vow (fighting tears) to forgo the parenthetical, and to trust my own work, or rather, to let it stand on its own, tears or none.

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Girls on the Run LA 5K!

May 22nd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Blaine got me so crushin on this organization so hard that as soon as I got back from NC, I went online to see if there was an LA chapter. And sure enough, today was the 5k. I grabbed my friend Alexis,

No literally, a few times I accidentally grabbed her when swerving to avoid those having made the sensible choice to walk / meander around the lake.  We ran with hundreds of kids in tutus screaming Taylor Swift lyrics, and pretended that we TOO got to go to bed at eight and that our futures were vast and ahead of us and that we too lacked self consciousness and that no boys had  burned us yet.  But If I’m being real,  the actual challenge was  TRYING TO REMEMBER HOW TO APPLY A TEMPORARY TATTOO.

You guys, at least three temporary tattoos and many spongefuls of water died in the process.

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