Poem at Ink Node

I have a poem up at Ink Node, guest edited by Maurice Burford. Read it here

Inspector Morse and Thom Yorke are riding down Broad Street on a unicorn. Apparently they are on their way to The Turf Tavern to get a pint of Village Idiot.

Spooky Boyfriend

There's a new Spooky Boyfriend up with some really nice stuff in it. Spooky Boyfriend is one of my faves. Nate and I seem to have similar tastes. I think we should collaborate on a perfect bound print thing called My Spooky Boyfriends' name is Mud. Something like that could be a good idea. Link on the right, can't be bummed to do another one.

Velasquez

A ghost cries out in the long grass
It’s not important to think like a hammer
Or a chipmunk in pink stilettos
I'm not really a pirate
I grew tired of the booze journey
Of the carrot laughing in the corner
Of looking at all the yellow motorbikes in my glass

Question

Is it true that Lars Von Trier pissed on Harmony Korine when he first met him?