Is it a hoax if it results in something real?

Just read about a "literary hoax" from the 1940s:

"recall the Ern Malley hoax. In the 1940s, two Australian poets bearing a grudge against Modernism in general, and against an avant-gardist named Max Harris in particular, spent an afternoon crafting Ern Malley and his "tragic life-work"--a purposefully bad product of collage and other Modernist technique. Ethel Malley, Ern's equally nonexistent sister, sent his poetry, along with a brave biography ("As he wished, he was cremated at Rookwood") to Harris's magazine, Angry Penguins. Harris adored and printed Malley's work. The mischief-makers, James McAuley and Harold Stewart, outed Ern as fake and the poems as jokes. Hilarity ensued.
And yet--as David Lehman wrote in Jacket magazine--Max Harris and his colleagues insisted to the end that the poems were good. "The myth is sometimes greater than the creator," Harris remarked. Lehman noted that the 1992 "Penguin Book of Modern Australian Poetry" includes all of Malley's writing. A sample:
Where I have lived
The bed-bug sleeps in the seam, the cockroach

Inhabits the crack and the careful spider

Spins his aphorisms in the corner. . . .

There is a moment when the pelvis

Explodes like a grenade."

That cracks me up!

I read more about the hoax at Wikipedia:

"McAuley and Stewart, it turned out, had invented Ern and Ethel Malley out of thin air. They had written the whole of The Darkening Ecliptic in an afternoon, writing down the first thing that came into their heads, lifting words and phrases from the Concise Oxford Dictionary, a Collected Shakespeare and a Dictionary of Quotations: "We opened books at random, choosing a word or phrase haphazardly. We made lists of these and wove them in nonsensical sentences. We misquoted and made false allusions. We deliberately perpetrated bad verse, and selected awkward rhymes from a Ripman's Rhyming Dictionary."

My emphasis added.

Now that sounds like how I write poetry: semi-random phrases, stream of consciousness or nonsensical sentences. But does that make my poetry a hoax? Or does it mean that McAuley and Stewart in their effort to embarass a publisher just came up with a new method of poetic construction?

Harris "re-published the Ern Malley poems, maintaining that whatever McAuley and Stewart had intended to do, they had, in fact, produced some memorable poems."

I leave you with another taste of hoax method poetry:

Now I find that once more I have shrunk
To an interloper, robber of dead men's dream,
I had read in books that art is not easy
But no one warned that the mind repeats
In its ignorance the vision of others. I am still
The black swan of trespass on alien waters.

--Ern Malley