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Bertrand Navarret was a carpenter and lived in Capreton, France. He had trained as a lawyer and practiced for a few years, but decided to take up carpentry instead. But be- sides woodworking and construction, his true passion was surfing, according to Liberation newspaper–he died at the Bataclan. The community of local Capbreton surfers had affectionately adopted him as “Beber.”
On Friday 11/13/2015, he went to Paris with some friends to spend a few days in the capital and attend the concert of the Eagles of Death Metal. It was among the first to fall under the bullets when the terrorists burst in Bataclan.
A concert was a dry parade craved between wetsuit reunions. Paris with Aurelie, loose clothing and lights
hung from steel pegs of power chord arrival: then bullets, then death’s dropped hammer, onceing us flat. I think
For Bertrand Navarret, 38 The Bataclan, Paris, France, 11.13.2015.
The wave’s curl brought
me tunneling through
wormhole, wet and immortal
from Capbreton’s womb—formless, free of boats rocking
Beber
to off-moored beats and known outcomes. Not even Canada’s tender wood and sweet shavings, her snow rush plummet ever
made me pity death like water.
I am surfing, still
held in the barrel
of earth’s best gravity and whatever, mercifully, continues.
matt PasCa