My Norwegian students have, as a class, composed their first skaldic poem (in Norwegian Bokmål):

Når vi tilber tårer,

TV [teve] i oss lever;

vi fornærmer varme

vinder, og forblindes.

(When we worship tears,

television is alive within us;

we insult warm winds,

and we are blinded.)

I couldn’t be more proud. Meanwhile, these same students are starting a new blog (Det glemte landet) where they will be sharing with us their own original chronicle of a mythical land’s lost past. If you can read Norwegian and feel like dropping by, they’d appreciate your readership and comments.