Studies: An Irish Quarterly Review

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An extract from Tom Casey SJ's article in the Winter 2025-2026 issue of Studies. An extended version of the words he spoke at Manchán's funeral, he presents Manchán as a prophet – ‘not who foretells the future, but who...speaks with the voice of the spirit into the silence of our forgetfulness’.

The image contains an extract from Tom Casey SJ's article "The Fifth Province: A Tribute to Manchán Magan" included in the Winter 2025-2026 edition of Studies: An Irish Quarterly Review. 

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“There is, they say, a fifth province in Ireland: an Cúigiú Cúige. Although it is not found on any map, it is alive in the spirit of those who awaken to wonder. It is the province of soul, of silence, and of story. It is the realm that lies between the seen and the unseen, between the old language and the new world. And it is Manchán Magan who has opened that fifth province for us. He pointed to a doorway that we did not even know was there. And he invited us, gently, laughingly, and lovingly, to step through.

I visited him a few days before he died. Frail, yes, but bríomhar fós, still full of life. Ruán, his ever-faithful brother, whispered to me, ‘Speak to him in French.’ So I did. And at the sound, he leapt, as though some spark from another world had caught fire in him again. We began a quiet duet. As he once wrote in Thirty-Two Words for Field: ‘Different languages dance differently in the world.’ And how he danced them! Irish, English, French: all were music to him, for he knew that language was not just an instrument for talking but a path for walking through the world. 

Manchán loved Ireland. But he loved the world as well. He was fíor-Ghael i gcroí is i gcnámh, a true Gael in heart and bone. But he had the vision of one who saw the sacred in every tongue, in every creature, and in every dawn...it was Aisling Rogerson, the love of his life, whom he married just weeks before his death, who helped him deepen and express this love for the world. She encouraged him not to limit himself to Ireland alone, but, without ever losing his roots, to open his heart to the whole world, to see home everywhere, and everywhere as home.”Manchán was in truth, a prophet. Not one who foretells the future, but one who tells forth into our present, who speaks with the voice of the spirit into the silence of our forgetfulness. His prophecy was not command but invitation. And his message for our time? It is as simple as it is seismic: if we do not walk the path of spirit, our footsteps will fade from the world...Manchán walked the spiritual path quietly, joyfully, and with a rare fidelity. He was both rooted and roaming. He travelled widely, yet his soul was anchored in ten acres of Westmeath, that green middle ground where the four provinces perhaps once met. There, near Lough Lene, in a grass-roofed house in an oak wood, he found home. And it was from that hearth that he reawakened for us an Cúigiú Cúige: the Fifth Province. In Irish, we call a province a cúige, a word born from cúigiú, meaning fifth. So, hidden in every province’s name is a whisper of another, unseen province, one beyond the map and beyond measure Yet, as every schoolchild learns, there are only four provinces: Leinster, Munster, Connacht, and Ulster. All of Ireland, it seems, is already accounted for. But still the word itself remembers that there is more. The word itself carries within it the memory of that fifth province, an Cúigiú Cúige, the province of the heart. Where is this fifth province?...It lies in the realm of the spirit, in the country of the imagination. It is the Ireland that cannot be conquered or divided, because it is the Ireland of the soul. It is a province where the Irish tongue rises again, ina n-éiríonn an Ghaeilge arís, not only in word, but in way...Manchán [showed] us that Ireland is not merely a land to inhabit but a mystery to enter. He reminded us that we are not only people of place, but people of presence. We cannot reach this fifth province by road or rail...We only reach it by kindness, by vision, and by faith, by walking softly on the earth and listening keenly to its song.