{"id":64554,"date":"2025-10-17T07:56:19","date_gmt":"2025-10-17T07:56:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/?p=64554"},"modified":"2025-10-20T11:07:52","modified_gmt":"2025-10-20T11:07:52","slug":"nowhere-now-here-the-long-come-back-stories-from-1-manchan-everywhere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/en\/nowhere-now-here-the-long-come-back-stories-from-1-manchan-everywhere\/","title":{"rendered":"NOWHERE\/NOW HERE THE LONG COME BACK STORIES: FROM #1 MANCH\u00c1N EVERYWHERE."},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p2\"><i>\u201cHow lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.&#8221; \u2014 A.A. Milne.<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">\u201c<i>I guess a good man IS hard to find<\/i>!\u201d \u2014Flannery O\u2019Connor.<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>1\u2014NOWHERE: OCTOBER 3RD 2025<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\">A fine writer is hard to find, let alone a good soul. If you are lucky enough to find a fine writer with a good soul, then chances are that you are on for a proper ride.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\">If the said writer is Irish and knows his butchered language, folk, nature, myths and history like the back of his hand, then you are in for an unusual insight into how the island arguably became the finest storytelling land in the world.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">Irish is a language of extended vowels crafted to become one with nature, the idiom of trees and birds, a grammar of incantations and whisper-like phonetics forging fire and water (and milk), the main forces governing the universe according to the Druids.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">During my first two years in Ireland, I only heard Gaelic spoken twice, on both occasions by old timers in remote places. It felt grimmer than the Catalan language situation during Franco, the zoophilic dictator, therefore I assumed Irish was morbid blue.<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p4\"><b>OLD LUCK<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p4\">I was lucky enough to find Manch\u00e1n Magan alive, another rare blessing when it comes down to finding fine writers with good souls: they are usually dead.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">Ireland is mourning a legendary chronographer of their ancient fields, storms and forests, a blooming author, broadcaster and humble soul who drank the milk of the Druids, found the spring where Gaelic Irish dreams and myths are born, and helped restoring a language from morbid blue to heartbeat green.<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p4\"><b>Before and Ever After<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p4\">\u201cWe must cultivate our garden,\u201d is Voltaire\u2019s \u201cCandid,\u201d famous last line.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\">Before Manch\u00e1n, there was John Moriarty, \u201cIreland\u2019s most underrated deep thinker,\u201d in the former words.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">It is no coincidence that last year Manch\u00e1n devoted a podcast to Moriarty, \u201cThe Bog Shaman: Manch\u00e1n on Moriarty,\u201d were he portrays his hero with the exact same words that you would use today to describe Magan himself:<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">\u201cI\u2019m trying to capture your mind and soul to sign them up to the Wild and Wayward Cult of the great Dumbledore of Irish deep thinking and mind roaming. The Bush Prophet and Bog Shaman.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">It is some accurate, unintended self-portrait, don\u2019t you think?<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">Both M\u2019s, Moriarty and Magan are descendants of the same linage of humble, wild and erudite protectors of the spirit of their magic realm and language.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">They walked, hiked, dived and overflew the tapestry of Irish life, transcended the bloodshed, the hunger and the religious shame, and unearthed the environmental and ontological truth behind the fairy forts, sinkholes and myths of an island whose idiom was sequestered and slayed, but never killed.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">Mag\u00e1n was not afraid of living or dying, and he cultivated every blade of his living garden until the day when our mouths became stunned zeros.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">He was everything the Irish spirit is.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">Now he is everywhere.<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p4\"><b><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-64557\" src=\"https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/imagen-3-moriarty.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"427\" \/><\/b><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p4\"><b>II NEAR EVERYWHERE, HUE, VIETNAM, OCTOBER 3<\/b><span class=\"s1\"><b><sup>RD<\/sup><\/b><\/span><b> 2025<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p4\">On the first day of Life without MM in it, I was writing about the last day in Life with my best mate in it.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\">I was drinking black coffee inside the oldest banyan tree of Vietnam, a large and wide trunk turned into a forest like four-story caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">It was my first day in the ancient city of Hue, and I remember thinking: \u201cLife can\u2019t get any better than this.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I was instantly aware of the arrogant thought when my phone flashed up.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">The future president of Ireland said the words that I didn\u2019t want to hear, and the black coffee became salty and undrinkable.<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>NOWHERE, Dublin, November 2018<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\">\u201cIt is only in commonage consciousness that the Earth can be saved: we have to take down the fences between us and the animals, we have to take down the fences between us and the stars.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>(John Moriarty\u2019 in \u201cThe Bog Shaman: Manch\u00e1n on Moriarty\u201d podcast, 2024.)<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">I had been lucky enough to briefly meet Manch\u00e1n in 2018.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">We were both walking under a commonage storm, hailstorm on our faces, right outside St. Patrick\u2019s cathedral, on Clenabrassil Street, the unkempt Dublin road named after an undesirable bastard, when both our partners waved at each other with their tiny, soaked hands, and introduced us.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">My partner was married to someone else, which is one of the best things that can happen to your partner, unless you are a mortgage-loving sort of person.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">Mortgage translates literally and etymologically as \u201cengagement with death.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">Only the finest souls can overturn such an outcome.<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>REVERSED BRIGHT<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\">And that is what Manch\u00e1n and Aisling did before the great beyond and the flashing phones: they got married knowing that they would spend their honeymoon by his deathbed.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">Today Aisling is a widow, my ex partner finally divorced her previous husband, and I\u2019m here, nowhere, listening to Lisa O\u2019Neill singing at the funeral service a devastating song I had never heard, now intertwined evermore with the fabric of his afterlife; while he, Manch\u00e1n, is tiptoeing the Great Offline Beyond after orchestrating the first funeral ever seen that will lift you up.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Manch\u00e1n&#039;s Funeral Service\" width=\"1300\" height=\"731\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/G8--NndgKXs?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\"><b>PS<\/b>: <i>Note that the only people capable of organising uplifting wakes and burials in the Western world are the Irish; so don\u2019t get carried away if you are not one of them.<\/i><i><\/i><\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>THE SPOON TRENCHES<\/b><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>Now Here, Dublin, 2013<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\">Before briefly meeting Manch\u00e1n, I had already heard about him while living with my dear friends and fellow orphans Stefano and D\u00f3nal, in a certain House of Pain, in Stoneybatter.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I remember destroying most of the dishes, mugs, glasses, forks, spoons and knives of the House of Pain during a dramatic birthday night.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I had come back \u201chome\u201d early after a conclusive fight with my boss.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I was the worst waiter in the world, and I was sentenced to dry cutlery and glasses. It could have been therapeutic, but it became rather manic, particularly once I was back in the House of Pain, where I would engage on the same task like an alienated assembly line worker.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I remember that on the rare occasions that I was hungry at the House of Pain, I had to raid the bedrooms of my said housemates in search for plates, glasses, mugs, knives or spoons.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">They did mostly use them for eating and drinking purposes, although once they crossed their<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>thresholds, they seemed to barricade themselves inside, trenches of kitchen utensils fortified behind their doors.<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>CRACKING THE DISHES<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\">On that lovely birthday night, I broke into both rooms, gathered all the plates, mugs, knives, spoons and glasses I could find, and smashed them against the kitchen floor until there were only three items left of each.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I was sad and proud.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I had lost a job but I had gained the dream of a house deprived of more than two dirty dishes.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">Next thing, the door opened and Stefano walked into the kitchen oblivious to my mess, broad smile in his face.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I remember looking at his younger self and rosy cheeks; his free, wild curls outlining his massive head like eternal youth planets.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">And I also remember that there was something acutely different about him on that night: he looked as if he had just been enlightened.<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>EVERYTHING<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\">And he had.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">He stepped in oblivious to the forks and the knives like a fucken fakir, and started going on about Aisling\u2019s new boyfriend.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">They had spent the weekend together in Donegal or Connemara, and on their last night they were walking by the sea when a storm broke.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">Stefano recalled the event mystified:<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">\u201cHe put up a few cairns together under the crazy rain. It was mind-blowing to see the stones against the wind and the deluge as if they were glued together. The man is a shaman,\u201d he said<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I remember thinking that if I was ever to become a man, then I would like to be that man.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">Fast-forward a decade, and I was travelling my heartbroken self with a camera hanging off my neck, when Stefano invited me to his country house in Tuscany.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">It was only then, a decade after the hailstorm on our faces, when I got to know Aisling\u2019s boyfriend properly.<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>THE PHOTO<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\"><i>Hector,<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><i>Holy god, you\u2019re a beautiful photographer. Those moments you captured are spectacular. I am blown away by so many of the scenes, but the one that has been totally besotted is this one attached. It is simply glorious&#8230; a gem among a whole treasure box of jewels. <\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><i>Thank you so much for sharing with us how you see the world<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><i>Manch\u00e1n (email from Manch\u00e1n, May 29<\/i><span class=\"s1\"><i><sup>th<\/sup><\/i><\/span><i>, 2019)<\/i><\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-64559\" src=\"https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/foto-v-color.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"492\" \/><\/b><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>Nowhere: Sinalunga, Tuscany, May 2019<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\">Cameras are great when you are heartbroken: you can hide behind the viewfinder and elude the fatal grammar of the aftermath, you can avoid eye contact; the haunting, endless echoes of the \u2018sorry to hear about your vanished sweetheart\u2019; that you must deal with after turning Love into Death.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I was filled with broken words and in serious disarray, when Aisling and Manch\u00e1n showed up in Tuscany.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">Petra, Stefano\u2019s partner, had just given birth to an unbreakable baby daughter, a tiny force of nature that could destroy sunsets and improve most mornings. Babies are perhaps not the best company of the heartbroken soul, let alone other damned loving couples.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I was surrounded by reproduced and brimming love in a pornographically stunning landscape, and the motions of that triangulation only served to accelerate my forlorn dreams of Hara-kiri.<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>LOVE RAGE<\/b><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>Now Here: Sinalunga, Tuscany, 2019<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\">\u201cClear days bring the mountains down to my doorstep, calm nights give the rivers their say, the wind puts its hand to my shoulder some evenings and then I don&#8217;t think, I just leave what I&#8217;m doing and I go the soul&#8217;s way.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>\u2014John Moriarty.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">I can\u2019t remember any of the conversations of those Tuscan days, but I remember the quality of the feeling; how my darkness and angst sluggishly travelled to light, until reaching a sense of unity, of Oneness, that had been alien to me for some time.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">It felt like waking up unscathed after a decade in a coma.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I remember the rolling green fields and old castles, all of us stacked inside Stefano\u2019s campervan, the sunset exploding in the rear windows, eyes, Amiata\u2019s baby and feral hands, her laughing.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I remember that we all hiked to an old oak tree that Stefano loved. It was a stunning guardian of wilder realms, and we encircled it as hypnotised, and Manch\u00e1n said that it was a sacred tree, and Stefano that he had written a song about it.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I remember thinking that Oneness could defy history, physics and poetry, and that I will start living next to trees \u2014and I am.<\/p>\n\n\t\t<style type=\"text\/css\">\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 {\n\t\t\t\tmargin: auto;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-item {\n\t\t\t\tfloat: left;\n\t\t\t\tmargin-top: 10px;\n\t\t\t\ttext-align: center;\n\t\t\t\twidth: 50%;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 img {\n\t\t\t\tborder: 2px solid #cfcfcf;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-caption {\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left: 0;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t\/* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes\/media.php *\/\n\t\t<\/style>\n\t\t<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-64554 gallery-columns-2 gallery-size-full'><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/3.png'><img width=\"1080\" height=\"1440\" src=\"https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/3.png\" class=\"attachment-full size-full\" alt=\"\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/3.png 1080w, https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/3-600x800.png 600w, https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/3-825x1100.png 825w, https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/3-768x1024.png 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1080px) 100vw, 1080px\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/mesa-de-trabajo-1.png'><img width=\"1080\" height=\"1440\" src=\"https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/mesa-de-trabajo-1.png\" class=\"attachment-full size-full\" alt=\"\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/mesa-de-trabajo-1.png 1080w, https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/mesa-de-trabajo-1-600x800.png 600w, https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/mesa-de-trabajo-1-825x1100.png 825w, https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/mesa-de-trabajo-1-768x1024.png 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1080px) 100vw, 1080px\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>LAST SUNDAY<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\">It was a bright Sunday morning and there was a popular party in our neighbouring town, a chocolate-box hamlet of cobblestone streets, blooming flowerpots and stone houses. The villagers had been gathering every Wednesday for the past twelve months to make pasta together, an insane amount of flower, tomato sauce and ragout.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I remember the locals shifting tables and bringing plastic chairs to squeeze us in, all smiles and copper arms in short-sleeves, the jubilant atmosphere and proud dresses, shoes, hairdos, life after War and dictators, that freedom; and then the same old traditions, our emotional inclusion, the possibility of an island called belonging emerging again behind our eyes.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">And I remember remembering Stefano\u2019s words on that broken silverware night in the House of Pain, \u201cthe man is a Shaman.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">Manch\u00e1n and Aisling had to leave the party early to catch their plane back home, and I remember how they were both hugging and carrying a doggie bag for the flight that was nothing short of Shaman size.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p8\">And, inevitably, I remember thinking that if I was ever to become a man, then I would like to be that man<span class=\"s3\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<h4 class=\"p2\"><b>EPILOGUE<\/b><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p2\">A man who states in his last podcast:<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">\u201cMoriarty had been absolutely and totally clued in to the disharmony that we have created on the planet. It caused him to quit his life and his career, an early adoptee of quietly quitting\u2026 It is so hard to keep up with them or to follow the meanderings of his eternally seeking mind. At some moments he is like an Old Catholic priest, at others, and Indian Guru or Pagan Shaman\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">And at other moments he is you: Manch\u00e1n Everywhere.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\">I can\u2019t come to quantify the feeling, but Lisa did:<\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\"><i>\u201cThe wind bristled you in behind the springtime<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\"><i>Float old note new into my mind<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\"><i>You hold the note, the note just moves the movement<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p6\"><i>Let go of the note and so move everything<\/i><\/p>\n<div style=\"width: 848px;\" class=\"wp-video\"><!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('video');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<video class=\"wp-video-shortcode\" id=\"video-64554-1\" width=\"848\" height=\"480\" preload=\"metadata\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"video\/mp4\" src=\"https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/whatsapp-video-2025-10-17-at-033325.mp4?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/whatsapp-video-2025-10-17-at-033325.mp4\">https:\/\/www.fiestaybullshit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/whatsapp-video-2025-10-17-at-033325.mp4<\/a><\/video><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cHow lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.&#8221; \u2014 A.A. 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