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11 August 2005

The Beaufort Scale One of the most beautiful pieces of accidental poetry I've ever heard.[More:]

This 110 word piece of descriptive writing was created by the Irish naval commander Sir Francis Beaufort in the early 1800s for the purpose of measuring the intensity of the wind conditions at open sea. (It was not actually written by Beaufort, but rather by a panel of hydrographers.) Beaufort was obsessed with observing things and communicating to others what the world looked like. He was well-known for his minutely detailed journals, and became one the greatest scientific networker of his time. Beaufort was tapped to lead the search for a naturalist in the 1830s to accompany the crew of the Beagle, and it was he who recommended Charles Darwin.

The scale is so accurate and failsafe that weather historians are actually able to go back over naval records from the period and create an extremely accurate weather history. Scott Huler admires it so much that he has written a book about it, Defining the Wind: The Beaufort Scale, and How a 19th-Century Admiral Turned Science into Poetry.

I haven't read the book yet, but it sounds fascinating. In it, Huler addresses how the language we use to describe our world as it is an exhortation to observe it more closely. It also breaks down the scale's literary beauty line by line. For example, the first clause about the fresh breeze is iambic tetrameter and the second trochaic pentameter. Check it out:

Small trees in leaf begin to sway,
(da DA da DA da DA da DA)
crested wavelets form on inland waters
(DA da DA da DA da DA da DA da)

So, does anyone listen to the Shipping Forecasts broadcast on BBC Radio 4?
Oh yeah, I forgot to say that the sea conditions one is the original (and the one that Huler wrote about), the land one came later.
posted by Specklet 11 August | 19:47
Wind felt on exposed skin. Leaves rustle.
Whole trees in motion. Effort to walk against the wind.


Nice post Specklet. I hadn't heard of the Beaufort Scale before.
posted by LeeJay 11 August | 20:18
Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child’s name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio’s prayer
Rockall, Malin, Dogger, Finisterre.
posted by seanyboy 11 August | 20:39
that's carol ann duffy b.t.w.
posted by seanyboy 11 August | 20:39
You are not alone.

Beautiful post!
posted by melissa may 11 August | 20:41
This is really neat...
posted by Schyler523 11 August | 20:49
Wow! I have read the words in that scale many many times, but it took someone far more observant than me to point out the poetic qualities of them.

Thanks. You brightened a dreary day.
posted by dg 11 August | 20:53
Y'all didn't learn about the Beaufort Scale at school? We had to memorise it in, like, (my equivalent of) 4th grade or something.

That said, it is very cool.
posted by gaspode 11 August | 21:50
Wonderful, thanks! I just bought the book, too ...
posted by carter 11 August | 21:54
Neil Peart has clearly been influenced:

"A hot and windy August afternoon has the trees in constant motion..." = Force 3

"Rising, falling at force ten; we twist the world and ride the wind." = Force Ten

Look in, look out, look around.
posted by Eideteker 11 August | 21:56
Y'all didn't learn about the Beaufort Scale at school? We had to memorise it in, like, (my equivalent of) 4th grade or something.

If I did learn about it, it must have been pushed out later, probably by something inane like the theme song from Friends. I can recite that whole stupid song but didn't know the Beaufort Scale.
posted by LeeJay 11 August | 22:47
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