JORGE ARAGO, rogue scholar (1943-2011)

Jorge would have turned 69 today. He was in the middle of three projects: a ghost-writing gig for a politico friend; the Ishmael Bernal biography, long in the making, that was taking shape slowly but surely; and a historical novel set in his hometown of Binangonan as seen through the eyes of his family, so said Loreto Purisima at the wake.

It was the first I had heard of the novel, but Jorge himself had told Loreto about it not too long ago, with the bilin that, if anything happened to him, Loreto was to tell his family to turn over the material to me to finish. A novel! What do I know about novel-writing, or about Binangonan, or his family history.

The Bernal bio is problematic enough. I’ve seen chapters, and there’s no pretending I can write like that, and I don’t know enough about him and Ishmael in their earlier fun years of Black Angel discotheque, When it is a Grey November in Your Soul Coffee Shop, Pagdating sa Dulo atbp. I met them only in 1980, and only as an astrologer, with very little sense of how long and deep and intellectual and creative their friendship was, which started in U.P. Diliman when they met in a freshman Geology class and Jorge was “thin as a pistil,” said Bernal, although he himself “could not have been more substantial than a tendril,” wrote Jorge.

It was just in time to watch them from the sidelines as I tagged along with Mitch Valdez to shoots of Manila By Night, and a couple of years later, to celebrate the success of Himala in the days of Imee Marcos’s Experimental Cinema. Those were the good old days for the film industry and for creatives like Ishmael and Jorge.

Jorge is best known for writing the winner scripts of Bernal’s Nunal sa Tubig (1976) which focused on tradition and change as basic themes of fishing life in the Laguna lake region, and Briccio Santos’s Ala Verde, Ala Pobre (2005), about poverty and the corruption it breeds in a community along the ‘riles’ (railroad tracks). He was also part of every film Bernal ever made, the one with whom Bernal brainstormed for days and nights on end, who shared Bernal’s disdain for established canons, instead using film to mirror, not escape, reality, lighting up, and starkly, cynically, the dark side of Filipino society.

Yet Jorge was not only into feature films. Fortified by an A.B. in Journalism & Comparative Literature and a B.S. in Geology, he was into all kinds of writing for all media — news for print, radio, and TV; copy for print and TV ads; writing for art and cultural publications, magazines and books, on land reform and development communications, on the environment and sustainable development; documentary films and video productions on a wide range of subjects and nationalist advocacies, some of which he himself directed and edited.

According to the CV he wrote in aid of getting funding for his indie projects, Jorge took civil service exams for information writer and for cultural attache and passed both, which must have qualfied him for those gigs abroad, writing and directing a film docu on the People’s Republic of China as it opened up to the world in the last years of Mao Tse-tung; and covering presidential state visits that occasioned, among others, stints with Moscow and Havana TV.

He was also scriptwriter for several UP Film Center projects in Ms. Virgie Moreno’s term, among them a theatre-production for the UNESCO in Paris surrounding German efforts to preserve the physical integrity of early Filipino film classics. Twice he represented the country at the Berlinale (Berlin International Film Festival), the first time as subtitlist of an early Celso Ad Castillo film, and the last time as one of the writers for Manila By Night, which was finally shown in Berlin ten years after it was invited.

A phenomenally well-informed and interdisciplinary thinker, Jorge kept abreast of the latest in philosophical, scientific, religious, political, literary, and critical thought, even gossip and pop culture (he loved the worldwide web). But he was also funny and playful, with a gayly wry sense of humor, a rogue scholar engaged, immersed, in Philippine studies not in some ivory tower but on the ground, in the field, wherever mind and heart and libido took him, in and out of Binangonan, until, it would seem, home became field, and he was just happy to be back in the old neighborhood, with his Nanay, and his books.

His Bernal project was quite ambitious: besides the book, he hoped to produce two compact discs: one, a 60-minute video portrait of Bernal; the other, an anthology of film reviews, the full text of six screenplays, photo albums, samples of annotated working scripts, excerpts from feature films and documentaries, and edited interviews with Bernal’s co-workers and associates in the film industry, theater, and political advocacy. Unfortunately Jorge never got around to figuring out how much it would all cost; perhaps he had given up on it, the book was hard enough to write, given Ishmael’s instructions to tell all. Too bad he didn’t get the kind of support he needed.

It was Jorge who got me into serious writing in the eighties, when he hired me as writer and researcher for environmentalist Junie Kalaw’s quarterly journal Alternative Futures. It was like going back to school; he made me read, he gave me books, and I learned never to write from the top of my head, or anyone else’s head, but always to go deeper, pag-isipan, mag-research.

My kids grew up with Jorge dropping in at odd times, always with a book or two for me, and later, for Katrina, too, who majored in Comparative Lit in UP upon his advice. When I was turning out my own books, he was always there for me, gracing each one with a personal note about the author.

I only wish I could have been there for him, too, in the end, even just to hold his hand, but I guess it wasn’t meant. This then is my goodbye.


  1. […] jorge died in december 2011, sick and broke and disheartened.  he left behind two unfinished works, the long-awaited bernal biography & filmography and a historical novel on binangonan, no doubt inspired by nonoy’s Malabon.  without a sponsor, the bernal project was taking forever; he was always dropping it when paying jobs came along.  he always hoped to get some funding but hated having to go around begging.  again, given his body of work, in film, television, and print, it’s the saddest thing that no one, not government, not rich and powerful friends, ever cared enough about the bernal book to subsidize jorge’s efforts and help get it done. […]

  2. Amelia Rogel-Rara

    Jorge has left a legacy that is specially molded and shaped to fit our each one of us. He had given so much of his mind, heart and soul to many never asking anything in return but ONLY for us to be the best of what we can be to contribute to growth of this country he loves so much. Nunal sa Tubig I think should be shown in cinemas again in the context of the RH bill. If RH bill took 15 years in the making his Nunal sa Tubig hit the nail on reproductive health and family planning early on. One should review all the films and writings Jorge was ever part of and see the microcosm of Philippine society subtly emerging in every word, line or phrase. I think in the end, Jorge wanted a dramatic exit with nobody there to grieve. He knew he has to take this journey to the afterlife alone. And, while we were all rejoicing for Christmas, he tragically left us in pain – not wanting to leave us but he has to go.

    • hi amy :) yes, i want to see nunal sa tubig again. a year ago today katrina received what proved to be a last message (on facebook) from jorge, a rather cryptic one, basically an advance hapibirthday (dec 22). no hint that anything was wrong. :-(

  3. marc rey de jesus

    I miss him so much… last year we met was 2011… we had lot of good memories… hes always in my heart… i miss our place called sa silong ng reyart when we start to know… after he move on a apartment sa likod lamang ng nasunog na reyart… habang ginagawa nya ang ala pobre… then he move sa bahay nila.. sa munting bundok kung saan maaliwalas ang hangin kesa sa silong na ubod ng dilim… miss you uncle jorge… malaki na si fuzzy hindi mo na nagawang utusan bumili sa tindihan… nasundan na sya ni hazy… hahaha hindi ko malimutang kinatuwa mo ang pangalan ni fuzzy at niregaluhan mo ng cd (mozart) at mga libro kasama ang lapis na nababaluktot.