Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Wimbledon Choral
Conjunto
Benjamin Hulett
Tenor
Neil Ferris
Dirección
City of London Sinfonia
Orquesta
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Cecilia McDowall
Composición
Letra
"Friday, December the twenty second, 1911. Camp 44, about seven thousand one hundred feet
Temperature, minus one. Barometer, twenty two point three
This, the third stage of our journey, is opening with good promise
Observations: Latitude, eighty five degrees, thirteen and a half minutes
Longitude, one hundred and sixty one degrees, fifty five minutes
Variation, one hundred and seventy five degrees, forty six minutes east
The weather has been beautifully fine all day, as it was last night
Night Temperature, minus nine
Sublime inhumanity watches. We measure
The instruments that make our music, their song of precision, anemometer, magnetometer
Barometer, the language of calibration
Hypsometer, Thermometer, their rhymes and reason the evaluation of life
Elemental accountability
An actinometer to appraise sun
A spirometer to graduate mortality
Pressed by katabatic winds
Thermograph, internal thermograph, external
Measurement concentrates purpose
Civilizes the unpeopled indifference of ice
The thin strands of sound begin to fall away, falling
Wednesday, January the seventeenth, 1912
The Pole. (1) Nothing to measure now but Time
These minutes, no pure dial, emphatic needle
No numbers but five men moving into whiteness
No instrument to measure pain
Science demands a mind spurred by ambition
But the precision of fact, the elegance of calibration, human thoughts' beauty cannot reconcile infinity
The inner silence of white, when the last strands fall away"
Written by: Cecilia McDowall
