Nick Joaquin, Philippine National Artist for Literature, passed away last April 29th, at 7:00 AM, in his San Juan, Metro Manila home. He was a week shy of his 87th birthday, which will be taking place on 4 May 2004.
Yahoo! News Asia provides a very good news feature as tribute to this brilliant man, whose rich imagination and poetic soul reached beyond print to capture the numerous facets of the human spirit.
Among his most notable works are the short stories Summer Solstice, Guardia de Honor (Honor Guard) and, my personal favorite, the savagely bittersweet May Day Eve. He also wrote the local classic novel, The Woman Who Had Two Navels.
His play A Portrait of the Artist as Filipino: An Elegy in Three Scenes was a big hit when it was first staged in 1955. This work was later made into a movie. In the years that followed, Portrait has been staged time and time again by various professional and amateur theatre groups, testimony to its timeless grandeur.
More recently, his play Tatarin, a mystical and sexually charged battle between woman and man, was likewise transposed into film form, topbilled by big silver screen names such as Dina Bonnevie and Edu Manzano.
Indeed, Nick Joaquin was more than just a novelist, poet, playwright, and essayist in his time. He was a creator of sharp, witty reflections of the Filipino essence.
The Ramon Magsaysay Foundation called him “the greatest Filipino writer of his generation” who produced “a body of work unmatched in richness and range by his contemporaries.”
According to the faithful logs of Paolo Manalo, Mang Nick was cremated at La Funeraria Paz Araneta on the night of his passing.
His wake began at 1:00 PM last Friday, April 30th, at the Sanctuario de San Antonio in Forbes Park, Makati City. Necrological rites were held this morning at the Cultural Center of the Philippines, with the interment immediately following, at the Libingan ng mga Bayani (translated as “Graveyard of Heroes”).
Rest in peace, Mang Nick.
That they were at peace at last, the two of them and her tired body at rest; her broken body set free at last from the brutal pranks of the earth–from a trap of a May night; from the snare of summer; from the terrible silver nets of the moon.
~Nick Joaquin (4 May 1917-29 April 2004), May Day Eve