What is a lexicographer?

Samuel Johnson, in his Dictionary of the English Language in 1755, famously defined a lexicographer as ‘A writer of dictionaries, a harmless drudge’. He also said, in the entry for dull, that ‘To make dictionaries is dull work’. Of course, his tongue was firmly in his cheek, noted wit that he was (he might also have said ‘A person against whom people are reluctant to play Scrabble’, had Scrabble been invented at the time).

All joking aside, his words do hint at the meticulous work that a lexicographer undertakes every day: checking facts, ensuring that the bibliography is accurate, weighing up the merits of this word versus that word in writing the perfect definition. The moniker ‘lexicographer’ does have a certain ring to it that ‘dictionary editor’ simply doesn’t. So if I feel like impressing someone when they have enquired what I do for a living, I answer “I’m a lexicographer”. It tends to invite questions, the first often being “What’s that then?” This question provides me with the chance to wax lyrical about the various words I have worked on, how you come up with the perfect definition (the aim of every lexicographer), how you manage to encapsulate various nuances of meaning into one meaningful sentence, how finding that wonderfully early quotation can put a smile on your face that lasts the whole day…

I could go on about the joys and trials of being a lexicographer until your eyes glaze over (glaze, sense 3: ‘lose brightness and animation’). But instead, I give you this poem, written by Dr Robert Ilson, which aims to encapsulate the lexicographer’s concerns in 14 lines.

Day Job: Lexicographer

 Can you skip backwards? Can a photograph

Of flowers in a vase be a still life?

Was Ms R. Bailey Ms U. Fanthorpe’s wife?

Are wasting time and killing time the same?

If “Ann” is Carol Duffy’s middle name

Was “Luther” Martin King’s? Tough work? Not half!

And yet it must be done – and done so fast

There’s hardly left a moment to remember

To make sure June’s been treated like December.

The product’s never perfect but it may

Help language-learners’ progress on their way

To being language-lovers till at last

They ask me this and make me brood upon it:

Is what my explanation is a sonnet?

Robert Ilson

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Posted on: March 21 2012 | Categories: Dictionaries and lexicography | Tags: , , , , , , ,

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  • Daniel Nice

    Day Job: Press Officer

    As a cricket lover whose rather limited game
    Was never going to bring a lifetime of fame
    I decided, in another way, to pursue my dream
    So I write about Leicestershire’s cricket team

    Daniel Nice

  • mbfrezon

    teach technology
    leave out theology
    it’s what I do, to make it
    less painful, more happy, more human

  • http://twitter.com/Inconnue_21 Danelle Rohwedder

    Hours spent planning conjugations,
    Grammar rules and word translations.
    Taken by surprise to be,
    “Mme Rohwedder, the only teacher who’s nice to me.”

  • eva

    Let my website news story or a press release
    find its way to your hearts and minds,
    learn how adults teaching kids is a two-way street,
    sharing, promoting – yet never shouting.
    (NB: Does what it says on the tin… Communications Officer at a School)

  • http://twitter.com/lcattay L. Catharine

    My job is painting masterpieces, living cavasses that breathe.
    Building cathedrals to God, the kind that nurse and teethe.
    Works in constant progress, paid neither in money or fame,
    But in juice-rimmed smiles, pride for miles, and all that their hearts proclaim

  • Karen

    I am Grandmother, Mother, Aunty, and wife,
    I organise business, emotions and life.
    I steer the course, I listen, I calm,
    I love, I cherish, I’m the family balm.

  • Theidiommag

    I save the lives of children
    Who get placed in foster homes
    By writing their stories
    Of past family and woes

    Mark Brunetti

  • http://www.facebook.com/john.w.kennedy1 John W Kennedy

    Sitting alone before the bright display
    I choreograph the serried boolean bands,
    Processes, threads, scripts, objects—yea or nay
    Raised to the nth, yet Turing’s limit stands.

  • Charlotte B

    “Service!” They yell, grumble, and sigh
    “Who’s going to go and deliver this pie?”
    “I will!” I said, and what a mistake…
    ‘Cause I spilt all over the woman – oh great!

    Charlotte Bacon = Best waitress in town! XD

  • Isas0

    The learned Prof, she speaks to me
    Of ancient masters of philology
    Humble student am I, I yearn to know
    All the secrets languages doth bestow

  • Sarahtricera

    “‘Groundbreaking’ sounds too destructive.”
    I’m sorry, dear client, but you must’ve
    forgotten that this piece
    is due to be mailed in just one – no, last week.

  • Rvschny

    Interior Design is demanding,
    Shopping all day notwithstanding.
    Velvet, linen or leather,
    For this stool, which is better?
    Does it even belong on this landing? 

  • Ricky Ray

    Dear Professor X,

    As the invisible maids behind the great works great minds
    bend to, research administrators suffer in silence;
    we nurse our paper cuts, take audit punches in bunches,
    mould thy paper trail into a portrait of compliance.

    Ever Your Email Compadre,

    Bothersome Unburdener

  • Catharine Phillips

    I seek the Holy, not declaim it,
    Unearth with care, so to name it:
    Once buried treasure now held and dusted,
    Now offered back to life, entrusted.

  • M_gwary

    Loneliness tears U down with tears
    Sorrow fills U with fears
    Tears of fear will lower your gears
    Eyes will flow of tears of fear
    Mask of pains your face shall wear

  • Nada Faris

    Inside the university, a secretary sits,
    Below a stack of folders lest a student throws a fit.
    Then when it’s calm and quiet she emerges from the pile,
    To read her freelance article, hid in a student’s file.

  • Tristandestry

    The word, the clause, the paraph, and the piece
    They learn wherein the mind they joy increase:
    A spirit glows while spirit forms, and through a pen
    A life begot, a world inborn, a voice, Amen!

  • Terry Lavelle

    In Xanadu did Kublai Khan the perfect job decree,
    With great job satisfaction and abundant salary,
    Alas its name is lost in mists of history,
    But after thirty years I’m sure, it’s not accountancy

  • Terry Lavelle

    How I came to be an accountant

    In my youth I went to college,
    A decision made in haste,
    Without a scrap of prior knowledge:
    There was no accounting foretaste

  • http://www.facebook.com/nathanfirby Nathan Firby

    I take down the minutes, set up the next meeting,
    type up the reports and then do all the tweeting
    I organize travel to exotic places
    and make sure you know which names go with which faces

  • Greenmbzgirl

    A wreck reborn,  motor or new horn,
    A Benz rebuilt, to the hilt, silver star 
    genteel, solid steel with sex appeal,  
    A vintage veggie-oil-running automobile!

  • Terry Lavelle

    An accounting haiku (the first ever?)

    Numbers and spreadsheets
    More numbers, and more spreadsheets
    Some days it’s like that

  • Rvschny

    Interior Design is demanding,
    Shopping all day notwithstanding.
    Velvet, linen or leather,
    For this stool, which is better?
    Does it even belong on this landing?